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I’ve been catching up on fics I’ve had open on ao3 for months now, and I wanna do the same for on here but my phone gets so goddamn hot every time I have the app open for more than half an hour???? I’m sick of them mf updates 🤨

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IronDad Bingo 4: Drowning

Evidently Tumblr hates me an DELETED ALL THE CONTENT OF THIS POST. So, just to recap for those who didn’t get to see it, Captivity is my last for this row, and then I need to start a new row. So, if you have a row you would like to see, pls tell me. :D DO NOT TAG AS STARKER.

The room was dark and cold, and the air was sticky and thick. The only source of light was an  eerie glow of the two tanks in the middle of the camber, which were connected to a jungle of wires and machinery. The room was silent. 

Until the person in the tank woke up. Well, one of them. 

There were two, both confined to a separate tank. 

The older of the two woke up first, taking in the cold metal pressing against him, the confining space, the handcuffs attaching him to the ground, his drugged mind struggling to comprehend his situation. But then Tony Stark saw Peter Parker in the same predicament and the fog cleared. 

“Kid!” The inventor hoped desperately that this was some kind of dream. He tugged uselessly on the handcuffs, which held true. He checked his wrist, the watch predictably removed. He was trapped. “Kid, wake up!” 

Teenage eyes blinked blearily back at Tony, confusion evident there. “Mr.Stark,” he mumbled, his heading cocking upwards like a questioning puppy, “where are we?”

“I don’t know Bud, but we’ll figure it out. We’ll get out.” 

Peter scooted so he was at least sitting up and not sprawled against the bottom of the tank. He tested his handcuffs too, Tony foolishly hoped that their captors wouldn’t know about his super strength, but to no avail. 

“Mr.Stark?” 

“Yes, Pete?” 

“I don’t like small spaces.”

Oh shit. 

“I know kid, how you doing with that one?” 

“I’m okay…” Tony could sense the lie in the child’s voice, how it quavered and questioned its own words. Peter was scared. 

“Just take some deep breaths for me, we’ll be out of here in no time.” 

The one solace Tony had in this ordeal was that he could see Peter. His wrists were chained so that he almost was forced to look at the teen. 

“Where’s ‘here’?” Peter’s curls waved back and fourth as he took in his surroundings. Doe-eyes found Tony’s again and relaxed against the glass of the tank, despite the uncomfortable way it seemed to pull against his shoulders. 

“I’m not sure, I guess we’ll find out soon enough.” 

“That you will Mr.Stark.” 

The staticky voice made both mentor and mentee jump, blasting into their tanks from an external speaker, malicious and cunning. Tony’s fists clenched with the want to grab Peter. 

“So I’m assuming you’re the one responsible for our little predicament then?” Tony spoke before Peter had the chance to. They were both looking up, trying to find whatever camera was recording their movements. 

“I am, yes. Do you like it?”  It was a male voice, he sounded absolutely delighted at their situation. Tony knew then that this wasn’t about money or tech. 

“I’d like it a lot more if the kid and I were on the outside.” 

“That is, unfortunately, impossible right now.” 

Peter shuddered, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. He didn’t know what was going to happen, but he knew it was bad. 

“I want to play a game, Mr.Stark.” Tony resisted the urge to growl at the name, only Peter was really allowed to call him that. 

“If you’re going to try and be the villain, at least make up your own quirk Jigsaw.” 

“I assure you, this will not disappoint.” Tony glanced at the kid, whose eyes were wide and alert, his muscles taut. It didn’t bode well. “Above you, you will notice three buttons on both of your chambers. In a few moments both your tanks will begin to fill with water.” Tony’s whole body tensed with alarm. 

“The green button will make your tank fill faster. The blue will make your counterpart’s fill faster. The red will stop your counterpart’s tank from filling. Once one is pushed it cannot be overridden by the opposite tank. Once one tank fills completely the other will automatically release after two minutes. Escape your cuffs and you can make the choice of who lives and who dies, don’t and you both die together.” 

The speaker crackled once more and the voice disappeared. 

“No! We aren’t doing this, you sick son of a-”

The water turned on. 

Tony had never felt such panic. Instantly, he was up, looking for a way to escape his handcuffs. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Peter doing the same. He knew what Peter would do, which is why he needed to get out of his cuffs faster. He was not going to watch his kid die. 

The water wasn’t too fast, steadily filling the tank without rushing in. 

Tony’s fingers desperately tore at everything and anything, looking for a pin he could use to unlock the handcuffs. If this guy was the kind of sociopath Tony pegged him for then he wouldn’t give them an impossible task. 

Peter was taking a different approach, sure, the guy knew about his super strength, but that didn’t mean he fool-proofed the entire entrapment against him. The glass, reinforced. The cuffs, reinforced. The metal he was attached to? Steel. He could work with steel.  

The teenager drew his leg back and kicked at the loop of steel, and then did it again, and again, and again. And eventually, the metal began to bend. There was a metallic screech as the steel gave away, allowing Peter to slip his wrists away from the tether. 

Tony heard it too, his head snapped up with fearful eyes. 

Peter scrambled up, his eyes meeting his mentor’s terrified gaze. Tony could see the intent there. Peter broke the stare by tilting his head upwards and finding the glowing buttons.

“No! Peter, no! Look at me, look at me Pete,” Tony begged, frantically jerking at his cuffs. “Look at me Buddy.” The teen hesitantly turned away from his task and glanced backwards. “Don’t do this, you know what I want and this isn’t it.” 

The water was to Peter’s knees now, creeping up Tony’s chest as he kneeled. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, before he began to crawl upwards against the glass. 

“No! Peter! Stop!” The inventor renewed his struggles, though it had basically deteriorated into desperate floundering. The water around his handcuffs began to turn red from the bleeding in his wrists. He didn’t care. “Fuck!” 

Tony couldn’t live in a world without Peter Parker. He wouldn’t be able to live if he had to watch the kid die. 

He dove into the water, his chest inadvertently hitting his bound wrists. The handcuffs clicked open. 

Magnets. He’s such an idiot, the cuffs are powered by magnets. 

But he didn’t have time to dwell on that, not when Peter is too close to- 

The water stopped filling his tank. Tony scrambled to stand up. 

“Peter, please! I can’t do this without you, kid. You’re my world.” 

“The world needs Iron Man, and I need you to survive.” Peter looked up from his place on the top of the tank, he looked scared but accepting of his fate, his eyes shone with the love he had in him. “I love you Mr.Stark.”

“Kid, kid, please, the world needs you more than me. I lived my life, I’m old, don’t do this.” A sob ripped it’s way from Tony’s throat, guttural and raw. He urged Peter to save himself, “Please, push the blue one kid.” 

Peter didn’t want to see Mr.Stark cry, and he didn’t want Mr.Stark to see him cry, so he turned away. He pressed the green button, his harbinger of death. Mr.Stark was screaming behind him, he couldn’t block out the noise of his cries. 

Tony slammed his fists against the glass, Peter hadn’t been able to break it, but he still tried. 

The tank began to fill up with water at three times the speed it had been before. The water rose steadily from three new pumps, at a much higher pressure. When Peter lowered himself back to the bottom of the tank, he could hardly touch. 

“Peter,” Mr.Stark cried. Wisps of blood streamed from his wrists and knuckles. 

The water rose past Peter’s mouth, an effective gag. The boy instead opted to put his hand flat against the glass, meeting the man’s gaze steadily. I’m okay, this is okay. 

Peter could swim, and he could float, but neither were quite so effective with his hands still being handcuffed together. 

He spasmed, legs kicking out uselessly against the water. 

“No, no! Please I can’t do this, I can’t watch him die,” Tony sobbed, begging God or their captor, or whoever was out there to save him. “I love him, please, you can’t take him away.” 

Peter fought against the water, but it was no use. He couldn’t gain any traction in the small space of the tank. He saw through blurred eyes Mr.Stark attacking the glass, his tears. Peter realized that watching Peter uselessly try and survive was probably more painful to the inventor than it had to be. So, despite the burn in his lungs, desperate for air, and the panic in his chest, the teenager relaxed. 

A stream of bubbles tickled his nose, and the hero fought no more. 

It was a strange sort of peace that took over him then, like he was breathing water but that didn’t really matter anymore. Nothing mattered, except these next few seconds of peace with Tony. He hoped Tony would be okay. 

Peter Parker lost consciousness. 

For Tony, there was no fate worse than this. 

When Rhodey found them, hours later, he felt his heart shudder to a stop at the sight. The room was covered in shattered glass and sodden with water. Tony Stark, sat with his back to the door, as if he didn’t care what came for him. In his arms, his protege, his son, cradled close to the reactor. 

Tony was bleeding from everywhere, little gashes littering his skin. He was rocking back and fourth. 

“Tony… what happened…?” The inventor flinched at his voice, rough from the lump in the colonel’s throat. 

“I got him out. I got him out. Why didn’t he wake up if I got him out? I promised we’d get out.”