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Peter fought hard against the bindings around his wrist. Tears streamed down his face as tried to scream through his gag.

The red-headed man standing beside him hit him hard with the butt of a gun. Peter felt dazed, and fought to try and focus his gaze back on May.

“How’s the camera setup?” A voice behind Peter asked.

“Almost got it,” replied a balding man to Peter’s left.

“Hurry up. I want to get this kid out of here fast.”

The fourth and final man of the group smirked at May, fingering the revolver in his hand. She glared at him, but Peter could see that she was shaking.

He tried to cry out again, fighting hard.

I have to save May I have to I can’t let them hurt May I can’t-

“Got it,” the man working on the camera called. “We’re ready to roll.”

“Excellent.” The man behind Peter approached the camera, and set it up so Peter and May were both in the frame.

“Ready, boys?”

The three other men each called an affirmation.

“Let’s roll.” The leader pulled a bandana over his face, and the other men did the same.

The man behind the camera pressed a button and gave the leader a thumbs up.

“Hello, Mr. Stark,” the leader said brightly. “You don’t know me, but you’re about to. I assume you recognize your little spiderling?” He walked to Peter and jerked his head so he was facing the camera. Peter screamed again and tried to free himself. “Feisty, isn’t he?” He laughed coldly.

He released Peter, who immediately thrashed in his bonds again.

“Now, Mr. Stark,” the leader growled, “I want you to listen to me very carefully.” He turned to May. “I’m sure you know this beauty,” he said. “Your spiderling’s sweet aunt. She’s going to be the example.”

Peter felt his heart plunge into his stomach.

“You’re going to send twenty million dollars to us,” Leader growled. “If we don’t have our money in twenty-four hours….”

Leader turned to Smirk, who cocked the revolver.

Peter cried out.

No! No! Please! May! May, I’m sorry! May!

“Peter,” May said, smiling at him despite the tears in her eyes and the way she was shaking, “Peter, listen to me. This isn’t your fault, do you understand me? This isn’t your fault, Peter. I love you.”

Peter screamed as loudly as he could and jerked hard against his bonds as Smirk raised the revolver and pointed it at May’s head.

The gun went off and May slumped forward as blood spattered the floor. Peter sobbed hysterically. All the fight left him, and he went limp except for his heartbroken sobs.

“All the information you’ll need is going to be in the email we’ve sent you along with this video,” Leader said brightly. “For every four hours we don’t have the cash, you’ll get a video starring your precious spiderling.” He turned and walked to Peter, ripping the gag off. “Want to say anything to old Starky, Spiderling?”

Peter was still shaking with sobs.

“Want to tell him how scared you are?” Leader suggested. “What about how much it hurts?”

As if to prove this point, Red seized a fistful of Peter’s hair and jerked his head roughly.

Peter screamed, but he still continued to cry. He couldn’t help it.

May.

May.

May.

May.

May.

May.

May is dead.

She’s dead, and she’s never coming back.

You’re never going to see May ever again.

What else could they do to him? Sure, they could cut him, shoot him, beat him- it seemed like child’s play in comparison to the pain in his heart.

He half hoped Tony wouldn’t pay the ransom and they would kill him. At least if he was dead he wouldn’t have to suffer with this terrible ache in his chest.

“Why don’t you beg Starky to come save you?” Leader taunted. “Come on, Spiderling. It was you he cared about, right? Better get begging or he might let you die.”

Peter finally raised his head, turning to look at the camera. “P-please,” he whimpered.

“Good job, kid,” Leader told him mockingly. “Starky must be so proud.”

Leader punched Peter in the gut, making him gasp for air, before turning on his heel, smirking, and beginning to talk to the camera once again.

“Remember, Stark. You have twenty-four hours to get us twenty million. Every four hours we send you a video. If we don’t get our money, we’ll blow out your spiderling’s brains just like we did with his sweet auntie.”

Baldy clicked a button, nodding to Leader. “Got it, boss.”

“Good,” Leader said. “Not like we can do another take.” He laughed mockingly as he kicked May’s chair over.

Peter sobbed again. Couldn’t they leave her alone? She was dead, they’d killed her. Couldn’t they let her have some sort of dignity in death?

Red cut Peter free of the chair, careful to keep his wrists bound. Smirk came to help Red force Peter out of the apartment, supporting his weight.

Baldy worked to pack up the camera equipment while Leader admired the scene. “Nice work, boys,” Peter heard Leader say as he was forced down the hall. “The payoff for this is gonna be good.”

~(*)~

Tony sighed in exasperation. This rocket booster just refused to cooperate with him. He fiddled with a few screws, then grumbled and pushed the booster away.

“Still giving you trouble?” Bruce asked, looking up from some hologram blueprints.


“Yeah,” Tony huffed in annoyance. “I think I need a break. Want to take an apple break?”

“Sure,” Bruce said, standing up and stretching.

They left the lab to head to the kitchen.

Steve sat on the couch reading the newspaper (who still reads newspapers? Tony thought) next to Thor, who was watching a sitcom on the television.

“Mr. Stark, you’ve received an email from Peter Parker,” FRIDAY said. “It is entitled Open Immediately or You’ll Regret It. There is a video file and a PDF attached to it.”

Tony didn’t think much of it; Peter probably wanted to show him some new move.

“Go ahead and open the video on the TV, FRIDAY,” Tony said, selecting a Granny Smith apple from the fruit bowl.

He looked up as the video appeared on the screen, and froze. Peter and May were tied to chairs with three men standing in the room with them. The one beside May had greasy black hair and looked to be smirking under his bandana. The one beside Peter had red hair and a scar across his cheek. The man in the middle had clean cut light brown hair and bushy eyebrows. Peter was struggling. May was shaking.

“Is that Peter?” Bruce asked, horrified.

“It is,” Tony whispered.

“Who would dare attack the Man of Spiders?” Thor demanded, enraged.

“Hello, Mr. Stark,” the man with bushy eyebrows said. “You don’t know me, but you’re about to. I assume you recognize your little spiderling?” He strode across the room to Peter and seized his head, forcing it to the side so he was facing the camera. Peter screamed again loudly and thrashed in a vain attempt to free himself.

“Feisty, isn’t he?” The man laughed. The sound was chilling, like ice.

Steve’s paper was shaking in his hands. Rage was rolling off him in waves, almost tangible.

The man let Peter go, and he began to fight against his bindings..

“Now, Mr. Stark,” the leader snarled, “I want you to listen to me very carefully.” He turned on his heel, approaching May. “I’m sure you know this beauty,” he said. “Your spiderling’s sweet aunt. She’s going to be the example.”

“No,” Tony and Bruce whispered together in horror.

Tony felt his blood turn to ice as Peter froze.

Oh no. Oh god. No. Not this.

“You’re going to send twenty million dollars to us,” the leader growled. “If we don’t have our money in twenty-four hours….”

The leader turned to the greasy haired man. He cocked the revolver in his hand. His smirk grew impossibly bigger.

Peter screamed.

“Peter,” May said, and Tony was proud to hear that her voice was steady even as she shook in the chair, “Peter, listen to me. This isn’t your fault, do you understand me? This isn’t your fault, Peter. I love you.”

Peter’s scream was piercing as fought against his bindings while the man raised the revolver to May’s head.

There was the bang of a gunshot, and May’s blood splattered across the floor as she slumped forward, lifeless. Peter sobbed in earnest, slumping in his chair.

Tony was horrified. They had killed May. They had killed May, and they had made Peter watch them do it.

He was furious. He was going to make these bastards suffer for this.

“All the information you’ll need is going to be in the email we’ve sent you along with this video,” the leader said cheerfully. “For every four hours we don’t have the cash, you’ll get a video starring your precious spiderling.” He turned and walked to Peter, ripping the gag off in a swift, brutal movement. “Want to say anything to old Starky, Spiderling?”

Peter was shaking, sobbing for May. Tony didn’t blame him.

“Want to tell him how scared you are? What about how much it hurts?”

The redheaded, scarred man seized a handful of Peter’s hair and yanked it hard. Peter screamed, but still just continued to sob.

“Why don’t you beg Starky to come save you?” the leader said mockingly. “Come on, Spiderling. It was you he cared about, right? Better get begging or he might let you die.”

Tony felt a rush of cold fury.

Never.

Oh, he was going to make that smug son of a bitch regret this. Every breath, every word, every step.

Peter raised his head at last, and looked into the camera. He looked broken, and it broke Tony’s heart. “P-please,” he whimpered.

“Good job, kid,” the leader sneered. “Starky must be so proud.”

Tony knew he was mocking Peter for giving in, but he snarled “you bet I am, you bastard,” under his breath anyway.

The leader punched Peter in the stomach, making the boy double over in pain as he gasped for breath, before turning on his heel, smiling maliciously, and beginning to talk to the camera once again.

“Remember, Stark. You have twenty-four hours to get us twenty million. Every four hours we send you a video. If we don’t get our money, we’ll blow out your spiderling’s brains just like we did with his sweet auntie.”

The video went dead.

“We have to rescue the Man of Spiders,” Thor declared at once, getting to his feet.

“We have to save him,” Steve agreed. “We can’t let them keep him for long.”

“If we don’t get to him soon they might just kill him anyway,” Bruce said. “We need to be fast.”

Tony was frozen, thinking hard.

“Tony?” Steve asked.

“Tony!” Bruce yelled. “Tony, we have to do something!”

“We will,” Tony growled, his voice deadly and cold.

“Tony?” An edge of nervousness entered Steve’s voice. “Tony, what are you planning?”

“Get the rest of the team,” Tony snarled, a plan for revenge forming in his mind. The idea of watching the men writhe in pain as he stood over them was all he wanted in this moment. “We’re going to make those fuckers wish they’d never been fucking born.”

I'm sorry I wrote this but I'm also really proud of it I'm sorry

FanFiction.net Link: www.fanfiction.net/s/12936932/…

AO3 Link: archiveofourown.org/works/1466…

FanFiction.net and AO3 Summary: Tony receives terrible news. May is dead, and Peter has been kidnapped by her killers. Spider-Man is being held for ransom, and Tony must find him before the kidnappers hurt him...or worse. But even if Tony manages to save him, how can he help him recover from watching his aunt's murder and the trauma of his kidnapping? Rated T for Swearing and Dark Content.

Author Notes: AN: Consider this a timeline where Infinity War has happened and everyone who was turned to ash has returned. This fic contains swearing, ransom, kidnap, murder, abuse/torture, and other dark subjects. For lighter Avengers fics, please consider My Itsy Bitsy SpiderPrecious Treasures, and even Drowning While They Drift. The latter is also an angsty hurt/comfort fic, but it is not as dark as this fic. The former two fics are fluff fics. I hope you enjoy this story, please leave a Comment/Review if you did.
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