Tony screams as a taser is jabbed into his side. From the similar noises next to him, he guesses that all of them were getting the same treatment. He nearly smiles as he realizes that their plan was working and now they were getting taken as well. As Tony drifts into unconsciousness, his last thought is I get to see Peter soon.

Tony shoots up with a gasp and looks around wildly and his shoulders sink in sadness. He and all of the rogues were locked in the raft. It suddenly makes so much sense and he wonders how he hadn't realized sooner.

He curses himself silently, knowing he could have saved Peter earlier if only he was smarter. And then he sees him. His child was curled up on a cot in the cell across from him with some sort of collar on his neck. He can only see his back and it still brings tears to his eyes.

The boy is so skinny. Nobody should ever be that skinny. "Tony? Is that the kid? Oh my god." He hears Steve call. "Yeah." Tony chokes out. The kid doesn't stir even as the rogues all groan awake.

"Damn. He's a stick." Sam comments sadly. Tony nods sadly. "My bambino." He murmurs. Suddenly Peter shoots up with wide eyes and gasps. And they're all flooded with horror and rage. Because he had on a straightjacket.

A fucking straightjacket. Wanda is sad for the boy, having had the same treatment. Peter squeezes his eyes shut and they all see his fast panicked breaths. "Peter. Peter!" Tony croaks.

Peter's head snaps toward the voice and his eyes widen. He'd just woken up from a nightmare and then suddenly someone called his name. A very familiar someone.

His mouth drops open and tears fill his eyes. He'd dreamt like this before. He pulls his knees to his chest and drops his head onto them. "Not real." He whispers. "Peter! Please look at me!" The voice calls again. He lets out a sob and shakes his head. "You're not real!" He screams.

Tony's eyes fill with tears, his kid must have hallucinated him before. That must be why he doesn't believe it's him. "Come on kid. If I wasn't real, why would I be wearing this hideous blue jumpsuit?" He jokes, his voice weak.

Peter looks up in confusion. That is true. Every other time he'd dreamed him, Mister Stark had always been wearing his three piece suit with some cheesy T-shirt under it. And he'd always been standing outside his cell or in it with him.

Never in another cell wearing the same jumpsuit as him. He tilts his head in confusion and sees the rogue Avengers too. Normally he would have been shocked and awed, but he can't find it in himself to care.

"You're real? You're really real?" He asks in disbelief. His mentor smiles in relief. "Yeah kid. I'm real. We're going to get you out of here, Alright?" He responds. Peter nods, sniffling.

"Ah, no you won't. And Peter what did we say about talking?" A very familiar voice says, walking into the room. Peter's eyes widen as Ross holds up a familiar remote. He shakes his head frantically around but then the fiery pain is there and he's seizing on his cot.

"You fucker! I will kill you! Stop this! Bambino!" Tony screams that last part at Peter. Finally Ross stops with a grin and Peter lay there crying. "I'm going to tear you apart!" He roars.

Ross smirks. "Go ahead and try. You won't get far from in there." He says smugly. Tony snarls at him and watches him walk away. Then he smiles shakily. Now that Ross wasn't in here, they could proceed with the plan.

He reaches into his mouth and grips his tooth. Then he starts to pull. The others look away with grimaces, knowing exactly what he's doing. Peter on the other hand, wonders if his mentor has gone insane.

Then Tony yanks his tooth out with a yell and smiles at the bloody thing. And then nanoparticles are suddenly climbing up his arm and he's covered in his armor. He blasts the glass and steps out while the others seem relieved.

Peter's eyes widen as he watches his mentor free all of the avengers before blasting open his door. And then the fiery pain is back and he's on the floor screaming.

Nothing has ever hurt Tony more than seeing his child in pain. He quickly rips the collar off Peter's neck, wincing at the red skin. Peter is a sobbing mess as Tony scoops him up.

"I got you Peter. My sweet sweet bambino. I'm never letting you go again." Tony whispers into his ear as they hold each other tightly. And it's true. They're using the buddy system for the rest of their lives.

Bambino - Baby/Child

And that is the end of accords my friends, hope you enjoyed!