6. Chapter 6 (1/2)

tony stark

believe me... peter is not going to be fine. neither is his girlfriend. peter has been out of it for three days now. his healing factor had just starting to kick in about an hour ago. at least that's what dr. cho said.

may still doesn't know about peters abilities nor am i going to tell her. she asked and pondered many times on how he was still alive. i always respond with "it's a miracle." she leaves me alone after that.

today, i sat in mj's room, talking to her. it was really hard to get her to snap out of the shock. finally, early this morning she asked for pizza and ice cream. i quickly ordered it for her, not caring what the doctors said about her stupid jello diet. currently, she was watching high school musical on the flat screen tv i had placed in her room. she was holding a thing of pringles in one hand and my hand in the other. that's one thing we're working on. there has to be someone in the room she trusts and she has to hold their hand tightly or she panics.

she stared intensely at the screen. in the distance we heard a crack of thunder and she jumped. her hand squeezed mine, her eyes shutting and her

eathing quickened. "hey, hey... look at me sweetheart." she jerked her head my way. her dark eyes were filled with fear. "it's just thunder. i'm right here, honey." i've never had to talk like this to anyone. i was completely out of my league here.

she nodded her head and turned back to the screen. we watched the movie in silence. i'd never seen high school musical, but after today i'm never going to get those stupid songs out of my head. the movie ended and i stood to put in the second one. apparently they made a series out of this and it was the fad back in 2006. i was still manufacturing weapons for that son of a bitch, obadiah stan in 2006. anyways, i put the second movie in the dvd player and went to sit back down. i know, who still uses dvd players, right? but for some reason it wouldn't let me sign in to my netflix account. i'm guessing pepper did something so i couldn't get back on it. mj grabbed my hand aggressively when i sat back down. two more hours of a young zac efron singing and dancing with a girl. i sighed. the things i do for others. sometimes i wonder how life would be different if i just kicked obadiah in jail and keep making weapons for the army. i pushed the thought out of my mind and focused on following the story of the movie. it was almost over when i realized mj's grip on my hand had been loosened. i looked over to find the girl sound a sleep. i carefully placed her hand on the bed and stood up. troy bolton was just told that he had to learn a different song for the talent show. even though the movies were slightly annoying, i made a note to myself to finish watching it after all this was over. once i stepped out of the room, i was met by rhodey and vision.

"hey, you better get down here fast. things don't look good." they started towards peters room and my heart sank. "he woke up, but he's unstable. insane is more like it. he severely hurt 4 doctors and 8 security guards. we can't get him to calm down." i looked at them both and

oke out in a sprint, leaving them behind. what i found was not pretty. the glass walls that surrounded the room was shattered into a million pieces. men in armor made a perimeter around the boy. their guns were out and raised towards the helpless kid. peter was lashing out at them, trying to punch whatever he could. "woah! hey, put the guns down, now! you're scaring him."

someone i hated and didn't want to see at the moment, came out in the open. general ross. "this kid is unstable. he's dangerous. he needs to go into confinement. somewhere he'll be safe and others would be safe from him."

like, what the actual fuck! he observes one thing and comes in my building and starts telling me what to do! i'm sure there are freedom laws about that. i was not dealing with this crap after what i've been through. what pete's been through.

"get out of my building." i hissed at him. he didn't move. instead, he crossed his arms and motioned for his men to lower their weapons. peter took his chance and immediately jumped on the man closest to him. i ran to them and pulled pete off the man. peter easily

oke free from my grasp. he was about to attack me when he froze. he looked at me curious like. it was like he was remembering something, he was trying to remember me. "pete? you okay?" he stood straight and then starting yelling, howling even.

he sank to the floor and started rocking back and forth. i heard him whisper something to the ground, so i took a step towards him. he lashed out at me and growled. i held the tears back as i heard what he was saying. "tony, tony, tony stark... all that power in your heart. up above you fly so high. fighting... demons in the sky." he covered his ears and violently shook his head no.

i walked even closer to him. he shot up and looked at me. his eyes screamed for help. he winced as i put my hand on his shoulder. out of no where he hit me. he punched me in the head, his hand landing on my right temple. his strength made me sink to the floor. i quickly got away and crawled towards ross. he helped me to my feet. with one wave of his hand the guards raised their guns to peter again. the kid sank to the floor and covered his head.

"friday! get my suit down here, now." vision was standing next to ross now. "what took you so long?"

"we were helping move dr. cho to a different room. it doesn't look good for her. peter attacked her." i looked from vision to the kid who sat on the floor. he was terrified.

"we have to move him to a room that's stronger." rhodey said, he limped up to us both. "i know how you feel, tony... but he's dangerous."

"and where do you think we should move him to? huh?! he's 15 years old! this room was made for thor when he got sick and went half mad. we can't move him to banners. that's too dangerous." i looked around at them all. how was i going to explain this to may? i was lost in thought when peter kicked three guards in the chest. they went flying towards us. vision caught two of them, but the third flew past us. the man muttered a curse word under his

eath before getting up and putting his helmet back on. then one of the men raised their gun at peter and pulled the trigger. peter screamed in pain. he tried hitting the gun out of the mans hand, but another person shot him from behind. he fell to the ground, face first.

"hey! hey! stop! stop all fire!" i ran to peter and fell on my knees. there was three darts in his back and two in his shoulder. "hey, peter? kid!?" he moaned and groaned as he started to sit up. we were both on our knees staring at one another. it didn't last long because peter lunged his body forward the best he could. then he wrapped his hands around my throat. he started to squeeze and dig his nails into my skin. before anyone could do anything his body went limp and fell to the ground. i gasped for air when his hands were away from me. the air around me seem to heat up suddenly. when i looked up may and pepper were with vision... ross shook his head at me.

peter parker

when i opened my eyes i was surrounded by men with guns. i was also strapped on a table. i started struggling against the restraints. tony failed! we were still stuck with the creepy men. i pulled my hands up and released myself. many doctors ran to me trying to push me down. the guards with guns started flowing in the room. more and more came in from the doors. i picked up the first doctor next to me and threw him at the glass walls. the glass shattered. people started screaming at me to stand down.

how can i stand down when i don't see mj anywhere? i tried to ask them where she was but i ended up just screaming like a banshee. i caught some people off guard. they froze in place and looked over at each other. i took the chance and hopped off the table . fighting anyone who came at me.

a female doctor walked towards me with her hands up. "peter? you need to listen to me. everything is fine. i'm a friend of tony starks. he rescued you and mj. mj is in the room down the hall with tony right now. put down the knife you picked up and sit down." i looked at my hand in shock. i didn't even realize i had a knife in my hand. when i looked down i saw two guards laying limp on the floor. blood flowing from their necks. i dropped the knife like it was infected when i saw the blood dripping from it.

i was going to sit down when i heard someone yell "shoot him now!" i looked around and saw all the heavy armed men raise their weapons. the woman doctor started to yell something, but i grabbed the knife i dropped and threw it at the man who gave the orders. she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down. two other doctors ran my way and tried to strap me down. i

oke free and sent them all flying towards the glass wall. all the glass was now shattered, giving me many escape routs.

after they cleared the injured, many more men came and made a circle with me stuck in the middle. i started to punch out at anyone i could. i continued to do so until i heard a familiar voice. i ignored it though, thinking it was a trick. the men around me lowered their guns, so i took my opportunity and attacked the first one i could. someone quickly pulled me off the guard in black. i jerked away from his grasp. i looked up at the man. he looked just like tony stark. i observed him, trying to figure out if it was a trick or if i was imagining things. "pete? you okay?" he asked me. it couldn't be him! he didn't care! he wasn't going to rescue me. i should be dead. i started screaming again. yelling, howling even. i needed someone to come rescue us. where was mj?

i felt like i should say something, but what? how? i can't seem to talk. so, i started to sing what was played for me in the chair. "tony, tony, tony stark... all that power in your heart. up above the world so high. fighting..." not villains anymore. i was fighting something far worse. "...demons in the sky." i covered my ears and shook my head no. i wanted to stop singing. i had to stop singing before i actually go crazy. i had to take control over this serum they gave me.

the man who looked like tony walked over and laid a hand on my shoulder. i winced thinking he was going to hit me. then i looked into his eyes and pleading for help. but, this man couldn't be tony stark. it was a trick! they have mj! i swung out and hit him. he fell to the floor in pain. then he crawled towards a man that was in a suit and tie. the other man helped him up and waved his hand towards the soldiers. their guns went up at me again. i covered my head and fell to the floor.

"okay, peter. think. is that ? are you safe? how can i ask them where mj is? what should i do? i need a plan of escape if they aren't who i think they are..." oh well. i have to get out! so i attacked. if that really was tony he wouldn't let them shoot me. i kicked three of them in the direction of the man. right after they were on there feet someone shot me from behind. i turned and went after the one who fired the gun, but two more people took the chance to take me out. there was now three dart type things in my body. i lost my balance and fell on my face. when i pushed myself back up, tony was kneeling in front of me.

my eyes were starting to close. my body extremely sore and tired. he said something, but i couldn't comprehend him. it couldn't be iron man... he wouldn't have let this happen. i don't know why i did it, but i found my hands wrapping around the mans neck. i squeezed for a moment before i couldn't sit up anymore. they had won this time. but next time they'll all be dead.

tony stark

even though i insisted i was fine, pepper forced me to see a doctor. may was with mj at the moment. ross, vision, and rhodey surrounded me in the doctors room. the conversation they were having was making me furious. i can't believe rhodey would agree with ross on this! "i'm in charge here. we're taking him to the prison and that's final." ross looked around at all of us.

"i agree with you, but you can't treat him like the others. they actually deserve to be in there. this is just until we can find out what's wrong with him." rhodey handed ross his hat. i grabbed my wrist and started rubbing it, anxiously. something i do when i feel like i'm having an anxiety attack. "you okay, tony?" i hadn't realized my heartbeat had speed up on the monitor i was hooked up to.

"no. no to all of this. you may be in charge of us, but i'm in charge and responsible for my students. this had nothing to do with the avengers. this was a maniac and a chance victim. there were others you know. i saw them. no wonder he's the way he is! all of you would have went crazy if you were there as long as he was. just seeing that room gives me nightmares every night!" i yanked out the iv from my left arm and tossed it on the floor. "he's not going in that-that floating crazy prison. and you know what? none of them should be in there. cap was right." i started to walk away, but vision stopped me.

"what is that supposed to mean, stark? don't do anything in haste." i slapped his hand down from where he blocked me. i looked back at rhodey for a

eif moment before walking out. my hands were shoved in my pockets as i walked down the hall towards mj's room. i might as well check on her and then head over to peter's room. i reached the room to find mj alone. i scanned the area, looking for may.

mj looked up from her lap and smiled at me. i had never seen her smile. she was a beautiful girl. peter was lucky to have her. "hi." i said. i walked in and sat next to her. "how 'ya holding up?"

"i think i'm gonna be fine. may parker came in here crying and i guess i snapped out of my crazy daze." we were silent for a while before she spoke up again. "thank you. for sitting with me in here." she looked to her left out the window.

"you're welcome. thank you for staying with us..." i sighed. she looked back at me with a sad smile.

"how's peter?" she tugged at her blanket that had been tucked under the mattress.

"he's uhh... he's alive. that's all that matters know." she pulled something out from underneath the blanket and handed it to me. i looked at her before taking it. once it was in my hands i flipped it open to find it was a sketch book. on the first few pages were different emotions of peter. i could tell it was him because of the pulled back hair and silly grin. one he was smiling while looking down. another he was strapped to a chair, he looked like he was screaming. the page was full of them.

"flip the page." she muttered. i did as i was told to find pictures of me sleeping, may crying on peppers shoulder, rhodey standing in front of a glass door. there was pictures of vision sitting on the couch. happy running down the hall. i looked back up at her. she had her knees tucked up to her chest; her chin resting on her knees. "i didn't sleep. i can't believe i even remember doing that, but i would sneak out and watch all of you. i hated being in this room. i-i..." she swallowed down her tears and continued. "i was out a second ago. i heard what they want to do. they can't but pete in a cell. he'll never overcome that medicine."

"medicine? what medicine?" i grabbed the railing of the bed, making her jump back a bit. "sorry." mj straightened herself and moved back closer to me.

"he said he was injected with some weird stuff. it prevents him to talk and makes him scream. it's also hard for him to think straight. he wasn't going crazy naturally. they made him." i looked down at my watch. dang it! i was in there for 10 minutes. "can i see him?"

"not know. i'll see what i can do. i'll be right back." i hopped up and sprinted out of the room towards peter's. when i arrived i cursed. i cursed the entire way to the parking lot. ross was gone. so was vision and rhodey... and the special transport van. "no. damn it! friday! suit me up!" mark 47 flew my way as i ran and jumped up in the air. my suit caught me as i started falling down to the ground. "maximum speed! full thrusts! take me to the prison! visit time, remember?" i took off without telling anyone where i was going or what i was doing. i arrived at the prison just as a helicopter was landing on the landing pad. i didn't ask for clearance, i just landed. i slammed my fist on the concrete,