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“Captain Stark, why do I have to do that?” Peter whined and the older man just shrugged. “See it as a punishment for not calling me Tony yet” he said, and Peter huffed. “But that´s like the worst task” he tried, and the captain grinned. “Then call me Tony, kid”
“Tony, he´ll probably call you by your name even less now” Steve, who came out onto the deck, commented, and Tony shrugged, looking from Peter to Steve. “Then he´ll have to do the shopping more often” And left a whining Peter on the deck.
“Mr. Rogers…” he started but the man just raised his hands. “Oh no, you´re not getting me involved” he immediately said, before also leaving. Peter groaned, before climbing up the crows nest for his shift.
***
“So, we heard that you were going to go shopping?” Natasha asked at dinner, a smirk on her face, and Peter groaned. “Miss Romanov, please…” he muttered, but she just grinned. “His politeness is catching up to him” Steve said, sitting down at their table. “Captain Stark just doesn´t know what being polite means…” Peter huffed out and took another bite of the food. “Don´t I?” Came the same man´s voice as he sat down on Peter´s right, who was choking on his food.
Peter glared at the man as soon as he was able to breathe again. “I hate you” he murmured, and the others started laughing. “What´s so funny?” Wanda suddenly appeared, also sitting down with them. “Nothing!” Peter exclaimed, his hand flying up to Tony´s mouth, making them laugh harder.
Then Tony licked Peter´s hand.
“Urgh! What the fuck!?” Peter shrieked, pulling his hand away. “Language!” Everyone in the dining hall said at the same time and Peter groaned, burying his face in his hands. Laughter rang out around him, and a hand patted his shoulder. One hand still over his eyes he took another bite. “Aww, Spidey it´s alright” Clint cooed, and he glared.
The nickname Spidey came because he liked to climb. A lot. And because he was sensitive to the cold, often hungry, good reflexes, strong and acrobatic, good hearing, and just reminded them all of a Spider. Which, okay. Wasn´t the worst nickname they gave him. Unlike Underoos by a certain Captain.
“I hate you all…” he said, no real heat behind it. They all just smiled knowingly.
***
“How is our favourite teenager?” came Sam´s voice from behind him and he gave a small hum. He didn´t feel like talking right now. Luckily, they understood that well.
Sam and Bucky, each on one side, joined him on the railing. Sam´s arm was around his shoulders and Bucky´s hand on his thigh, grounding him. He rested his head on Sam´s shoulder. “Wanna talk about it?” Bucky gently asked and Peter shrugged. “Flashbacks…” he whispered, and they understood that too well.
“Do you want silence or a distraction?” Sam asked, and Peter held up two fingers. Without warning, he was suddenly lifted into Sam´s arms making him shriek. “Hey-!” The older men cackled, carrying him to the dining hall. “Is our Spider child perhaps hungry?” Sam asked, and Peter turned bright red.
“Hey Pepper! One DSTCP please!” Bucky said as soon as they entered the hall, and Peter groaned, hiding his face in Sam´s shoulder. “Shut up” came his muffled voice, and the people already in the hall chuckled.
He was placed in a chair, and a serving of his favourite food was placed in front of him. As embarrassing as this was, he was actually pretty hungry. He didn´t hesitate before eating, giving a muffled “Thank you” through the food in his mouth, which made Sam and Bucky smile.
God, this kid was going to be the death of them.
***
“It´s your fault that we´re dead” May said in front of him and he flinched. “May…” he whispered, but the woman scoffed. “You should´ve caught us!” She screamed, and soon his parents joined in. “You should´ve caught us!” They also shrieked, hurting his ears. “You should´ve caught us!” his uncle joined in.
“Stop it” he whispered, but they didn´t. Why would they? It was true after all.
The scene changed. He was twelve. It was a bad storm, and his parents, aunt, and uncle were on the deck with the other adults, trying desperately to control the sails. Then a wave hit the ship. They were all falling. “Mom!” he screamed, and the woman let out a yell as she hit the railing.
The ship was tilted to the side.
So many of them fell down and Peter was scared. He watched as his family slowly fell down. It seemed to happen in slow motion. He screamed. They screamed. He tried to reach them, but only fell down himself.
Water filled his vision. Too much water. He was going to drown. He was going to drown. He was going to-
“ Peter!” he heard as he woke up, gasping. Someone was touching him, and he pushed them away, scrambling backwards until his back hit the wall. “Pete, Petey. It´s us” he blinked, looking up, and he saw a concerned Tony in front of him. “Ca- Captain?” he whispered, and the man nodded. “Yea, it´s me kiddo. Can I touch you?” he gently asked, and Peter slowly nodded. Tony gently hugged him, and Peter went limp in his arms.
Looking past Tony, he saw the others, including Harley and Kate, who both were nineteen. They all looked concerned in some way. “Hi” he weakly managed, and they gave him small smiles. “What do you say we have a sleepover?” Harley asked, and immediately everyone agreed.
It was a sort of tradition with them. Every time one of them had nightmares a sleepover would happen. And considering how all of them had at least one traumatising event, they sometimes had five sleepovers a week. One time they had one every night. But they all loved it.
“Sure” Peter whispered with a small smile, and it wasn´t long until they had everything set.
“Yea, no, I think Clint would be the one to get kidnapped” Scott commented, making the man splutter. “What?! No, no, no, no, it would be Stark” he exclaimed, and Tony gasped dramatically. “Excuse you? I think that it would be Petey-pie, just because he´s such a sweetheart” The man got a cookie in his face as an answer.
“I would not get kidnapped!” Peter exclaimed, frowning, and everyone just raised an eyebrow at him. He went quiet. “Okay, perhaps I would…” he muttered, and laughter rang across the entire room.
And, well. Who actually needs sleep, right?
***
“Do I have to?” Peter whined, looking into the city with dread. Tony just patted his shoulder before pushing him in the direction. “Off you go, wonder child” he said, and Peter groaned, before dragging his feet forward. “See you later!” Tony called after him, and he gave a mumbled “See you later” back.
“Hello! Could I please have ten of your biggest fish?” he asked one of the people selling their stuff, who gave him the fish and Peter paid. As he made his way to the next shop, he suddenly felt weird. Like someone was watching him. He wearily looked around, but seeing no one suspicious, he continued shopping.
“That should be all” he muttered to himself, before making his way back to the Avengers, their ship. The feeling of being watched still didn´t leave, and he was starting to get antsy. The teenager hurried his step, and felt his heart skip a beat when he heard steps behind him also go faster. He was full on running by now.
In the distance he could see the ship, and Kate was in front of it, talking with someone. “Ka-!” Before he could finish someone grabbed him from behind and covered his mouth. The groceries fell out of his hands, and he struggled in the grip as he was pulled backwards. He bit the hand, before quickly screaming “Kate!” getting the girl´s attention just before the hand was over his mouth again.
Her eyes widened as she saw what was going on, and she quickly seemed to call for someone, before rushing towards them. Just before she reached them other people came and stopped her. She pulled out her bow, something she has been training with, and did her best. But with every second Peter got pulled further away, no matter how much he struggled.
In the distance he saw Natasha and Steve come, Tony, Bucky, and Sam not far behind, but then a needle suddenly entered his neck, and he felt his body grow weaker and weaker. “Peter!” was the last thing he heard before falling unconscious.
***
Peter woke up to cold water being splashed into his face, and he gasped, shooting up. He quickly noticed that his arms were shackled with cold metal above his head, he himself floating a few centimetres above the ground.
Looking up he saw a few men in front of him and the memories from the last day immediately came to him. He gasped a few more times, before settling on a glare sent their way. “Oooo, feisty one. I like him” One of the men teased, and Peter grit his teeth to stop himself from saying anything.
“What do you want?” he hissed, and the men looked at each other before looking back at him. “From you? Nothing. But we know how much money Stark has. That is what we want” Peter raised an eyebrow. “Money?” he asked, and the men grinned sharply. “You got it. In the meantime… well. This´ll be your home. We might have to rough you up the one or the other time, but don´t worry! I mean, your Captain surely cares about you, right?”
Peter internally screamed the whole curse alphabet at them. On the outside, though, he just smirked. “Wh- Why are you smirking, you dumb brat?” One of them hissed, but Peter didn´t react.
The next thing he knew a fist landed right on his nose, and the crack that followed made him flinch. “When we ask you something, you answer” Another one said, and Peter mutely nodded. “See you later~” The first sang as they all left, leaving Peter alone in the room.
Looking around, Peter couldn´t help but think how this wouldn´t have happened if he hadn´t been the one send to go shopping.
***
Groaning, Peter looked up at the sound of footsteps. He doesn´t know how long he´s been here, but he knows that he´s been beaten up four times. And he didn´t get food. And it was freezing. If they wanted to kill him, they were doing a great job. His shoulders were hurting from how he has been hanging the whole time, and his hands were numb. The last time he looked, they were a little too white for him to be comfortable with.
“Hello, brat. Just so you know, your Captain still hasn´t given us what you want. You know what that means” the first of the three men entering said, a grin on his face, and Peter grimaced. He watched as the men prepared their knifes and just resided himself to his fate with a sigh.
He heard himself scream as soon as the first hit was given.
***
Peter barely opened his eyes when he heard footsteps again. He was dying. He knew it. There was nothing else that could be happening right now. He lost count of how many times he got beaten by now and he was barely shivering anymore. Which… should be bad. Right? At least he thinks so…
The door flew open, and he heard multiple gasps. But it didn´t sound like the men who kidnapped him. Opening his eyes he saw-
“T´ny…?” he croaked out, and the man paled even more. Suddenly there were hands on Peter and the chain keeping him in the air was removed making him fall into someone´s arms. “It´s alright, Spidey, I´ve got you” he heard Sam whisper before he was lifted into his arms, making Peter scream.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit…” Steve cursed, pacing slightly. “Language…” Peter mumbled weakly, and the man froze on the spot. “We´ve got to get out of here” Harley suddenly said, and then Peter was moved and it wasn´t long until the cold air hit his face, making him smile slightly, and he hit his face in Sam´s neck, who gently rubbed his back.
“It´s alright, you´re safe now” the man muttered, and believing Sam Peter let the darkness engulf him.
***
No one of the crew left the med bay for long, all too worried about their youngest member, who has been unconscious for over four days. All of them looked like shit.
It was on the fifth day that the fifteen-year-old finally woke up.
A groan from the bed woke Tony up, and he rushed up, seeing Peter open his eyes. “Pete?” he asked, and the boy immediately turned towards him. “Cap… Captain Stark?” he croaked out and Tony grimaced. He grabbed a glass of water before handing it to Peter and he took it from the boy as soon as he was done.
“How are you feeling?” Tony gently asked, and Peter frowned. “Like shit” he muttered. “Language” A very tired Bruce muttered, entering the room. “Dr. Banner” Peter greeted the man, making the older smile. “Hi Pete” he muttered. “You gave us all quite a scare” the man commented, and Peter grimaced. “Sorry…” he muttered but Bruce waved him off. “Don´t worry ´bout it”
Looking at everyone else spread across the room, Peter smiled softly. “Is everyone alright?” he asked, and Tony hummed. “Yep. Just smelly and worried” Peter hummed.
“By the way, you´re not going shopping for the next fifty years” Tony suddenly said, and Peter huffed dramatically falling against Tony´s chest, who immediately wrapped his arms around the younger. “But Captain Staaarkk” the boy whined, making the older man chuckle.
“Peter!” Kate suddenly exclaimed, seeming to just have woken up. “Kate!” Peter replied, same level of energy, accidentally waking everybody up. Soon they were all in a cuddle pile.
And well. It may not be a nightmare night, but it was still a sleepover night .