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Peters senses were blarring drowning him in nausia as he struggled to pry his eyes open. The world was a blur when he finally did and each blink to clear his vision was another battle itself. As his vision cleared he noticed the flesh colored blob infront of him was the only variation in the gray space. He couldn’t hear anything outside of their breathing and heart beats which was vertigo inducing in of itself.
Peter must have drifted off into his own mind because the next thing he registers is being shaken as broken words filter through. “-eter…yo…don…” The voice is vaguely familar but off. When he focuses on the person he’s face to face with a version of Sargent Barnes.
“Sargent Barnes?” He croaks out scanning the man and finding his signature metal arm missing.
“Peter why are you calling me that?” He asks hand coming to Peters face and inspecting him. As nice as it was to have someone from his past even someone he wasn’t close with looking at him with real recognition something icky twisted in him as he made the man more concerned.
“‘m not your Peter.” He whispers resting a hand onto his. “Sorry.”
“Are you okay?” Barnes ask thumb brushing against his cheek seemingly ignoring Peters words.
“Not my first rodeo Sargent not even my first rodeo with the multiverse.” He huffs giving a little smile. Steely gray eyes dig into him making him squirm and Barnes goes to speak but a door slams open and sounds flood back in.
When Peter comes to again he’s in a chair staring down at an equally restrianed Barnes whose been gagged. Peters senses flair right before electricity floods his system and Barnes muffled screams grow louder. He barely gets ten seconds of reprieve before a strong current floods through him making his muscles spasm.
His senses blare brighter when the contraption around him begins to whorl. Blinding pain races through him as they up the current and his restraints gain currents of their own. Peters unaware he’s screaming until he begins choking for breath as everything in his body seems to lock up. The elctricity cuts of and Peter slumps panting and coughing as he tries to regain himself he’s so out of it that he doesn’t hear the group who enters.
A hand burries itself into his hair with a iron clad grip snapping his head up to face a camera. Peters ears are ringing so he misses what’s said as he blinks blearily at the camera.
The men apparently content with their clips turn and decend onto Barnes. They leave Barnes bloody and slumped before coming back to him. With his hearing gained back he hears them snicker on about how nice it is to ‘stick it to Stark’ and how he’ll ‘never find them’.
They retrain the camera on him before puttering around behind him and then cold hands are wrapped around his kneck.
“We are gonna have so much fun darling.” One whispers lips brushing his ear making him shiver in disgust. The hands dip from his kneck ghosting over his chest and resting dangerously close to his crotch as they drape themselves over him.
“Hey!” Another yells, “You can have playtime later.” The body around him retracts with a huff dragging those cold hands back over him. The chair whorls back to life and they moving back into view a controller in hand.
“We are gonna ask some questions and if we don’t like your answers,” one taunts thumb circling the button causing Peter senses to flair right before he’s shocked.
The duo laughs at him as he writhes in pain.
“Where is the next shipment coming in?”
“What shipment?” He asks being rewarded with another shock.
“The drug shipment.” Handsy snears.
“Illegal or perscription?” He snarks.
“Do you like being electricuted Sweetheart?” Handsy purrs slinking up to him gripping at his chin before tossing his head to the side and allowing the other to press the button.
“Where is it coming in?” Clicky snarls.
“I don’t know!” He says slowly enunciating each word.
Handsys fist swings out cracking into his cheek and he feels the bone fracture under it. Clicky moves to another button sending a stronger current through him. “Tell us where its coming in!” He screams reaching the end of his teather.
“I don’t know!” Peter screams back before more electricty floods into him making him scream. Peter can’t hear anymore when he’s finally allowed to slump over ears ringing and senses fuzzy. He can feel the blood dripping from his nose and his cheek throbbing. His head is pulled back up and handsy is in his face mouth moving with no sound. He leans in closer licking at his injured cheek making Peter flinch back.
Handsy’s lips brush uselessly over his ear or maybe he just intended to make Peter flich again. Those cold hands skate over his body again dipping under his shirt and caressing as he made his way to his chest.
Peter screws his eyes shut as handsy’s lips begin to trail up his exposed stomach.
Nausa fills him as the button of his pants are popped open and fingers dip into his boxers grazing his cock before being ripped back. He waits for anything to happen but nothing does popping one eye open he finds the men gone from infront of him leaving the camera and Barnes as his only view.
When Barnes comes to he takes in Peters disheveled state shirt still rucked up to his chest and pants undone and his eyes turn soft and pitying. Peter just shakes his head giving a shakey smile. “Don’t worry he didn’t go very far.”
Barnes look doesn’t stop making Peter squirm and turn away eyes borring into the wall hoping it will stop Barnes eyes from borring into him. It doesn’t work so Peter falls asleep to those borring eyes as the events of the day come crashing into him.
The cycle of questions and shocks continues but Handsy doesn’t touch him again and instead of the hungry leer he had given him before a disgusted grimace takes its place everytime he looks at him.
Peter doesn’t know how long he’s been here but every minute they stay teathered to their chairs.
Peter feels disgusting on their third question session embarassingly he peed himself being left to stew in his drenched jeans and with the overly strong scent of urine. This is their 12th session and each shock makes Peter fuzzier and fuzzier and he just goes with it.
“Give us the shipment and it all stops.” A voice coos.
He babbles out incoherently earning another coo and shock. Fingers brush through his hair before his heads ripped up to face the camera and Barnes.
“Looks like we fried his brain.” Clicky laughs making Barnes struggle against his restraints. Peter smiles and babbles playing up the fried storyline even though he can feel the fuzzy ebbing away slowly.
They move to Barnes and handsy reaches for his gag.
“You give us the answers we want or we keep frying him until it kills him.” Clicky sneers zapping him for good measure. Barnes stays quite as they stare him down as if trying to intimidate him into complacency.
“The shipment.”
“Already happened.”
“Fuck!” Handsy yells kicking at Barnes leg.
“What the hell you mean already happened?” Clicky growls shocking Peter as he grips the controll in anger.
“Shit! Stop it please!” Barnes curses but Clicky doesn’t listen. Peter can feel the blood dripping down his nose hot and sticky trailing over his lips