#One time I had to sit for 6 hours listening them rant about binding of isaac

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Whumptober Day 5: Gunpoint

Tony had to admit, this isn’t the first time he’s woken up somewhere new, confused and dizzy. And it probably won’t be the last time either. Back in his twenties this was basically his morning routine. But Tony knew what a hangover felt like, and this definitely wasn’t it.

No. This felt like drugs. But Tony never did drugs. Okay, fine, yes he did some recreational drugs in his twenties, but he likes to pretend that never happened. But this wasn’t marijuana. This was something much stronger.

Was he drugged? Yeah, that made sense. That would at least explain the course rope wrapped tightly around his wrists, pinning them together behind his back. Which he was just now noticing.

Finally paying attention to his surroundings, he noticed that there was also rope binding his ankles to the legs of the chair he was sitting in. Tony sighs, lifting his head to look around the room.

He was expecting to find an empty concrete room, maybe with some disturbing tools or something.

What he wasn’t expecting to find, was Peter Parker himself sat in a chair across from him. Peter was in a similar position to Tony, the only difference being that Peter was bound with what he could only assume was vibranium, instead of rope.

Tony feels a rock settle in the pit of his stomach. Clearly these people knew about Peter’s powers, that was never good. Tony’s mind was screaming danger danger danger at him, and he forced himself to stay calm and get his bearings.

“Peter. Kid, can you hear me?” Peter hums quietly in response, clearly still out of it. But that didn’t make sense.

Peter had a much faster metabolism than Tony, he knew that for sure. So how could Tony have woken up first. Unless of course they knew this and gave Peter a much higher dose. That was the only logical reason.

“Peter, I need you to wake up, okay?” Tony calls to him, watching as Peter weakly raises his head and squints at the light.

“Mr. Stark?” He asks, and Tony smiles even though the kid can’t see it.

“Yeah, kid. It’s me. Are you hurt?” Peter shakes his head lazily, and Tony is starting to get worried. Peter’s metabolism should’ve burned through this stuff already.

But he isn’t given much time to worry, because suddenly a man is moseying in, a grin on his face. Tony glares up at the man.

“Good morning Stark. Mr. Parker. How are we today?” The man asks politely, smiling innocently.

“Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we? Who are you? And what do you want?” Tony snaps bluntly, his anger festering.

“Well, I guess there’s no harm in telling you my name. It’s Jared. Jared Platt. As for what I want…” The man- Jared- let’s his sentence fall off at the end, placing a hand on Tony’s shoulder and leaning in real close.

“I want your cooperation Tony. That’s all.” The man is smiling, and he’s close enough that Tony can tell he’s recently drank coffee.

“Cooperation in what?” Tony asked carefully, not taking his eyes off Jared.

“Well, that’s a long story. You see, I have a meeting with a very powerful, very dangerous old friend next Thursday. That’s 6 days from today. And my plan is to betray him and kill him. But the problem is, I’m not sure he can be killed.” Jared was monologuing now, and Tony found himself slumping in his chair, resigned to listen to this speech for the next 7 hours.

“So what I need from you is for you and Peter over here to find a way to kill him. And yes, I know all about Peter and his powers. But Spider-Man isn’t who I’m interested in. I want Peter because I know he’s just as smart as you. So maybe he’ll be helpful. Using him as leverage is simply a bonus.” Jared backs away from Tony, moving to stand next to Peter, who has fallen back asleep.

He pulls a gun from his hip, immediately pointing it at Peter’s head.

“Hey! Don’t you dare touch him.” Tony growls, fighting the ropes.

“Are you going to help me? Or do I have to kill this kid?” Jared asks, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Yes! Okay, yes! I’ll help you. Just don’t hurt him.” Tony yells, and Jared smiles and lowers his gun.

​“Good. Now I’m gonna untie you two, and I’ll send in my scientist friend so he can explain Andrew’s powers, and then you two get to work.” Jared moves to untie Tony, and as soon as he’s free he rushes to Peter. Jared releases the vibranium cuffs holding Peter’s wrists, and the kid slumps forward into Tony’s arms. Tony catches him, and he moves him onto the floor.

It's hours before Peter wakes up. And when he does he's extremely groggy and confused.

”Peter! Kid, hey. How do you feel?” Tony asks helping Peter sit up.

“Like I got hit by a bus. What happened? Where are we?” Peter glances around the room nervously, before his gaze settles on Tony.

“Some guy named Jared wants us to figure out how to kill his old friend. Apparently this guy is one tough cookie to take down, and he expects us to figure it out.” Now that he’s repeating the story, Tony realizes how ridiculous this situation is.

​“Can we? Figure it out, I mean.” Peter seems genuine, and Tony has to really think about that one.

“I’m not sure yet. Jared’s friend is coming to explain more about this Andrew guy, and I guess that’s when we’ll find out.” Tony answers honestly.

Another two hours later, and a short man in a lab coat enters their room.

“Greetings gentlemen. My name is Boyd, I’m here to explain to you Andrew’s history, in order to help you kill him.” Boyd seems nervous, and Tony doesn’t blame him. He’s currently locked in a room with Spider-Man and Iron Man, and he looks weaponless.

“Before you think about attacking me, there are several guns in the walls of this room, and they are programmed to shoot Mr. Parker, if any harm comes to me or Jared.” Well there goes that plan.

“Andrew is a very talented young man. He has an IQ of over 175, and he has the gift of controlling electricity. Which isn’t even to mention his teleporting and regeneration abilities. Have you two heard of Deadpool?” Boyd asks, and Tony and Peter make eye contact, before looking back at Boyd.

“We’ve heard rumors.” Tony admits, wondering if this guy is trying to tell him that Deadpool is real.

“Then you’ll have heard of his remarkable regeneration abilities. How he can come back to life as long as only one single cell of his body remains intact. We believe his stem cells are highly advanced, beyond anything anyone has ever seen. If we could only shut them down, maybe that would stop his body from repairing itself.” Boyd continues, glancing down at the chart in his hands.

“Andrew is very similar. Our only idea so far was acid, but he seemed to bounce back from that in less than 48 hours. We need you two, to come up with a better plan. One that will destroy him for good.” Boyd finally finished, giving Tony and Peter a smile, before scurrying back out of the room.

“Well if his stem cells immediately replace any damaged or missing cells of any type, then how on earth are we supposed to kill this guy?” Tony asks, genuinely confused.

“I’d suggest just chopping his head off, but if his stem cells really are that advanced, it’s highly possible that his head would grow back on one body and his body would grow out of the head and suddenly there’d be two of him. Of course one of them would have no memories because you can’t regrow memories so he’d have to take a minute to relearn how to walk, and that can be a real pickle, not to mention that he wouldn’t even know his own name, or how to speak, or what earth is, or even how to breathe, but I’m assuming he can’t suffocate to death, although that is a possibility we should look into-”

“Kid!”

Peter had started rambling. Spouting out any information he could think of that related to this topic.

“What?” Peter asked, looking up at Tony in shock.

“I know all of that. We need to think of something we don’t already know.”

The two mulled it over for hours. Hours turned into days, and suddenly it was Wednesday.

They were given food and water, and bathroom breaks four times a day, but for the most part they stayed in their little room, sometimes actually forgetting the machine guns planted in the wall singling in on Peter’s head at all times.

They’d made little to no progress, and Tony was getting very stressed out. Peter just seemed frustrated. Like he expected himself to have solved this already.

“TBI!!” Peter suddenly shouts, turning to Tony with exhausted excitement.

“I’m sorry?” Tony asks, his eyes wide with shock.

“TBI! Today body irradiation. It’s been used for years to kill diseases like Leukemia. In Leukemia, the patient produces the wrong kind of blood cells. Those bad blood cells are created by stem cells in the person’s bone marrow!” Peter is rambling again.

“To treat Leukemia, one option is to get rid of all the stem cells in the bone marrow so that there are no cells left to produce the bad blood cells. Doctors do this by exposing the patient to high enough radiation to literally kill off all the stem cells. Now of course we’re not trying to cure Andrew of Leukemia, but the principle is the same. If we wipe out Andrew’s stem cells, we wipe out his healing ability!” Peter shouts, practically bouncing up and down with excitement.

“Peter Parker! You’re a GENIUS!! That could actually work!” Tony praises the kid, pulling him into a hug.

“Now of course we’d need a lot of radiation, and I mean a LOT, because of Andrew regenerates as fast as they say he does, the lethal dose for humans might not be the same for him. I’m talking at least 30 gray. Because we need him to experience the symptoms immediately. But how on earth do we produce 30 gray of radiation? Hospital radiation machines go up to 6-8 at most.” Peter keeps talking, and Tony keeps listening because the kid is really on to something.

“Now the radiation won’t kill him horribly fast, but if we’re really talking 30 gray here, his stem cells should be gone within three minutes, and then we can kill him however we want and he should, theoretically, stay dead.” Peter finishes his rant, seeming pretty proud of himself. And you know what? Tony was too.

“Jared! Hey! We figured it out!” Tony shouts, knocking on the door.

It’s only about one minute before Jared and Boyd both enter, seeming excited as well.

“Well? Explain.”

“Well, as you may know, when it comes to day to day humans going on planes and getting X-rays and exposing ourselves to the sun, we only experience .0024 gray of radiation a year! So to really do damage we’d have to find a way to expose Andrew to over 30 gray. After a few minutes you should be able to kill him without him regenerating. I could explain the science but I’m sure Boyd already understands.” Peter tells them, still smiling.

“My goodness. He’s right. Total body irradiation could destroy all of Andrew’s stem cells which means he can’t regenerate anymore. That’s genius.” Boyd looks absolutely thrilled, and Jared seems to trust him, because he too smiles.

“You’re sure this will work?” Jared asks Boyd, glancing between Peter and Tony.

“I’m absolutely sure.” Boyd tells him.

“Guess that means I don’t need you two anymore.” Jared says, pulling out his gun and pointing it right at Peter.

#iron man #tony stark #peter parker #spiderman #irondad #spiderson #ironfam #avengers #whumptober #day 5

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“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” - prompt #20 Alex and Maggie

To both the people who requested this one, I hope you enjoy (as much as one can enjoy angst?)

20. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” 

It was supposed to be a routine mission—the kind Alex and her team went on well before Kara came out as Supergirl and Hank came out as J’onn; the kind that wasn’t really dangerous enough to worry anyone but the newest of agents. Only, something had gone wrong. Because the alien wasn’t alone. And the alien Alex’s team had captured? Well, that was the baby. And there were two very angry, full-grown, full-powered aliens now on the hunt for them.

Alex had texted Maggie telling her she loved her when their van was picked up and thrown across the highway. She knew she was lucky to have survived the fall—at least one of her agents was unconscious and bleeding badly, while another looked like he might not have made it—and she had no idea what would come next. Hell, she had no idea if she would live.

“Agents down,” Alex barked into her radio, hoping it still worked. She carefully cut herself out of the seatbelt and freed the two other conscious agents, instructing the one who was clutching his bent arm to his chest to stay behind and take care of the other two. As much as she wanted to stay behind and hide too, to preserve herself—now not only for Kara but also for Maggie, for the loving relationship she’d never believed herself capable of having—she knew that she was the team leader for a reason. There were two hostile aliens loose, and she had another van of agents to locate and protect.

With Agent Hamilton on her 6, Alex took off, dodging behind parked cars with every attack launched their way. When the attacks suddenly ceased, Alex poked her head around the truck they’d crouched behind, catching sight of the two aliens lumbering off in the direction of what she could now see was the other DEO van, which also lay on its side.

Knowing not one of the trapped agents would survive an encounter with both angry aliens, Alex steeled her nerves and lit a small explosive throwing it down the road and away from the van. Only, it didn’t draw their attention down the road; their eyes found Alex instead. Pushing Hamilton away, Alex hissed, “Get to the other van!”

“But you’ll never survive!”

“And those agents won’t either if you don’t assess their injuries. Now go!” To distract from Hamilton, Alex took off at a sprint in the other direction, drawing both of the large aliens with her.

Hitting the ground hard and hearing bones crack was the last thing she remembered.

—

Maggie and Kara sat watch by Alex’s hospital bed for days, which turned into weeks. After the first week, Kara had to go back to work, at least part-time, but Maggie was committed to using all of her leave time if she had to. J’onn and Winn and James all dropped in regularly to check on Alex’s progress. Eliza spent days sitting by Maggie’s side watching her daughter, listening to the hum of the machines that were keeping her alive.

But Maggie? Maggie never once left. She slept poorly in the recliner next to the bed, holding Alex’s slightly cold hand in her own. She read the news to Alex each morning, then some of her favorite stories to her at night. She talked to her about everything they would do when she woke up from the coma, told her that it was medically-induced, reminded her that it meant that she had much better chances of waking up, and waking up without too much lasting damage. Sometimes she got frustrated and berated Alex for putting herself in such danger, but always she ended the rants by shaking her head at herself, knowing she didn’t quite mean it. “You would be the woman I fell in love with otherwise. I know that. But Alex? You need to wake up, okay? You need to wake up because I don’t think I can do this without you,” she sobbed.

And for days, her words were met with radio silence.  Bu sometime toward the end of the second week, she felt Alex’s hand twitch. She yelled for the doctors until her voice was hoarse, but they told her it didn’t mean Alex was waking up yet, that these things—and even more—happened naturally, that she shouldn’t get her hopes up so high.

But Maggie never stopped believing, clutching Alex’s hand tighter each time there was movement. As more days passed, the movements sometimes got bigger, more emphatic, until finally, one day Alex’s eyes were blinking and she was coughing and spluttering around the tubes they had run down her nose and throat, and Maggie swore she was watching a miracle sent to her by the god she’d stopped praying to when her father kicked her out of her home as a child.

Doctors swarmed in and pushed Maggie outside, shoved her into the hallway where she paced and texted the others and waited impatiently for someone, anyone to come give her news.

“Maggie,” one of the doctors—Maggie couldn’t recall the names; it was never what she cared most about when someone said Alex’s name—called to her. She recognized the woman as one of the doctors she liked most; she didn’t bullshit, but she also treated Maggie with respect, treated her like Alex’s partner, even if it wasn’t in a legally binding sense.

“Yeah?” Maggie asked, her voice cracking.

“Alex woke up. We’re still going to need to run a lot of tests, but the initial results look promising. We might need to sedate her for a little bit until her body can adjust enough for her not to hurt herself, but you should be able to talk to her in the next 24 hours.

Maggie just nodded, not trusting herself to speak, but the doctor seemed to understand anyway.

—

The next morning, after the doctors slowed the drip of sedatives, Alex finally woke up, her breathing slightly more regular this time, her heart rate almost normal. “Maggie?” she croaked, her throat dry and cracked, her voice hoarse from weeks without use.

“Alex?” Maggie asked, whispered, her voice soft as she held Alex’s hand between her own. She could feel her whole body trembling as she struggled to believe what she was seeing.

“I love you.”

Maggie wanted to say so many things. She wanted to tell Alex about how much she had missed her, how scared she had been. She wanted to insist that Alex never scare her like that again. She wanted to get down on one knee and propose and promise this woman the world because, dammit, she deserved it and so much more. Instead, she settled with holding her hand even tighter as she struggled for words. “I love you too. So much. I, I just, thank you for waking up, for coming back to me.”

“Always.”

#sanvers #angst #tw violence #alex x maggie #alex danvers #maggie sawyer #prompt fill #fanfic #supergirl