Tony and Steve loaded everyone in the jet and they were off by 6. Steve's information brought them to the harsh realization that Peter was being held on the raft in the middle of the pacific. Days of looking for Peter brought up nothing because the raft shouldn't even exist.

The team suited up and prepared themselves for a big battle upon arrival, when they got there the place was deserted. The jet landed smoothly on the platform and the team surveyed the roof before agreeing to split up and search the building in two teams. Tony and Steve taking the lower levels and Clint and Natasha the upper.

"They are probably keeping him in a lab." Clint said.

Tony clenched his fists and took a deep breath, "Say it more casually why don't you." … this was his sonthey were talking about here.

Tony and Steve left them without another word and headed down the corridors. They ran into 4 guards at the lowest level and Tony had shot them down before Steve had time to finish running down the last few steps.

"He's down here. No guards anywhere but here? This place was built to keep supers under control and contained. There are no supers here. This place should have been shut down after the Accords failed, Peter is the only one here." Tony said and kept walking down the hallway.

They passed empty cells and more empty rooms. Until the turned the corner and saw one room with an open door. The bed was unmade, and the walls and floor were smeared with days old blood.

Tony choked on his breath and looked towards Steve, he pointed to the end of the bed.

A few torn strips of the homemade Spider-Man uniform lay on the end on the bed, soaked in blood. A harsh realization hit Tony, as much as he didn't want to expect it there was a possibility Peter did not make it long here. Tony turned to Steve with tears building in his eyes.

"He might be—" Tony croaked out.

"He's not. He is alive, and we are going to find him." Steve assured the man.

They left the room and Steve lead the way from now on. Steve could tell the further they went into the building the less hope Tony had for finding their son alive. Steve knew he had to be strong for the both of them now, he couldn't let his husband down and if Peter was alive he couldn't let his son down either.

They continued on and Steve tapped into the comms, "Anything?"

Clint and Natasha both replied with negative and the line went silent.

They turned another corner and noticed the entire aura of the place had changed. The sharp scent of antiseptic changed into fresh carpet and painted walls. The corridors changed from white to a soft grey/brown color.

Steve turned to Tony, "Conference division. Where meetings were to be held if SHIELD or the Avengers were ever called here to deal with business on a prisoner." Tony said quietly.

Steve shook his head, they have hit a dead end. If Peter was here, they or Clint and Natasha would have passed him. They searched this entire lower level. Steve went to turn around and head back to the top with Clint and Natasha when he picked up a ticking noise down the hall.

Tony was 4 or 5 steps in front of him and Steve called out, "Tony, wait. Do you hear that?"

Tony stopped and turned to Steve with such sadness in his eyes that Steve almost gave up on what he heard to get them out of this place and get Tony back home. But if he did hear something that something could be Peter, he wasn't going to stop now.

"I heard something, we are going this way." Steve said and urged Tony to keep going.

"Peter?" Tony asked with desperation in his tone.

"Maybe." Steve said.

They slightly jogged down the hallway and turned two more corners before they came face to face with 20 or so guards standing in front of a glass room.

There was a figure in the room but neither Tony or Steve could make out a face, they were now occupied with fighting off the guards.

Tony took down about 7 of them before he glanced into the room and stopped fighting all together. He froze when he caught a look at a head of curly hair. He knew that hair. He combed it back every chance he could because his stubborn son—son.Tony's train of thought was broken because sitting in there was his son, that figure sitting at that table was Peter.

"Steve! Peter is in there!" Tony yelled and started fighting viscously to get to his son.

In less than a minute all that was left was the two men huffing for air and bodies strewn across the floor.

Tony ran to the glass room and threw the door open, "PETER!" he yelled out.

Peter snapped his head up and his eyes went wide, "Dad?" He whispered in a confused tone.

The boy had cuts littering his face and upper body. He was in a grey torn shirt and a pair of black sweatpants that had dark stains on them. His hair and body looked like it hasn't been washed in days and there was dried blood going down his arms. He looked terrible, but he was breathing and that was all that mattered at this moment.

Tony ran towards the boy and wrapped him in an awkward hug, "Yes, bud it's me. We came for you, we are taking you home." Steve joined the hug and kissed Peters head repeatedly.

Tony tried to not cry when he noticed his son flinched at their touch.

Steve noticed the boy was oddly quiet for someone seeing their Dads after being kidnapped.

"Pete?" Steve called to his son with worry laced in his words.

"He is confused, but I am sure after a few hours of solitude he has come to a decision." A voice at the door said.

Tony and Steve stood up and moved in a way that blocked Peter from the man.

"You are going to hell for whatever you did to our boy. You will be stripped of your credentials and forced to live the rest of your pathetic life in a cell." Tony said to the man.

Ross smiled, "I don't know about that Stark, I believe I will make much progress here with Peter, right Peter? You won't let your so-called parents hurt me, right?"

Steve and Tony turned towards their son, "Peter what is he talking about?"

Peter didn't say a word and ducked his head down.

"Let's let Peter decide here. Peter, would you like to go home with your parents or stay here with us?" Ross said.

Tony backed away from the table and looked at his son in slight horror, "Peter? No… y-you are coming home with us, your family. Peter?"

Peter finally raised his eyes and looked directly at Ross, "I think I'd like to stay here please."

Steve felt his heart drop in his stomach, he watched Tony fall to his knees on Peters side and look desperately into his eyes. Trying to make eye contact with the boy.

"Peter baby, look at me baby. It's me, Dad. Hey, we are going to go home we can go to California if you'd rather. Aunty Pepper would love to see you. Peter? Please, look at me. I don't know what Ross did to you, but you are going home with us." Tony had tears running down his cheeks.

Steve had tears to match. His son, their son wants to stay here with a monster.

Steve had never wanted to kill someone more than he did at this moment. Ross took their son and destroyed his mind to the point of Peter wanting to stay as a captive, an experiment. A level of Stockholm syndrome, Steve was nervous Peter was at a point of no return.

It was then that Steve realized he was too slow. He took too long searching for Peter and allowed this to happen. This was his fault. His family was counting on him and he single handedly destroyed their chance at happiness. Steve decided he needed to fight, this was a battle and he was a soldier. He would fight this, and he would win, for his family. Steve turned to Peter and opened his mouth to speak his distaste for his son's decision when Peter just went and broke his heart even more…

"You don't want me or need me. Thank you for the offer but I would rather stay here." Peter said without a crack in his voice. His voice was steady and strong despite what his heart was feeling inside.

Peters heart was screaming at him to go home, to be with his family. He wanted to sit on the couch in his Papa's arms until he felt safe again. He wanted to camp out in his Dad's lab and tell him about being Spider-Man about how he made the web shooters and his suit and how he was a hero to a big portion of New York.

But his mind was telling him he was worth nothing in their home, he was a waste of space and his parents didn't want them. His opinion didn't hold value and he didn't deserve family love. His brain told him his purpose was here, in the lab, to provide knowledge and data for a better future.

So, Peter pushed aside his deep wants and faced the reality his brain supplied him with.

Peter sat there and watched tears stream down his Fathers faces and he saw the moment his Dad cracked in half.

"I think you two should leave now." Ross said.

"We aren't leaving without our son, you are a sick fuck who has destroyed him!" Tony whipped his head around and screamed at Ross.

Ross smiled, "I'll see you in a minute Peter. Say your goodbyes."

Ross left, and Peter felt a breath fall out of him.

"Peter. You cannot be serious, you do not want to stay here. You can drop the act bud, it's just us." Steve said walking to the boy.

Peter looked up at them, Tony was squatting at his left knee with both hands on his legs. Steve positioned himself next to his right knee and had a hand on his shoulder. His brain was telling him to keep quiet until they give up and leave but the pain in his heart was too sharp to ignore and the words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.

"You don't want me." Peter choked out and began to cry.

"Yes, we do, we have never NOT wanted you. You are our son and we love you so very much. Whatever Ross told you is not true." Steve said to the boy.

"I am a b-burden to you and I don't d-deserve to g-go home." Peter said.

"Breath Pete. You can do it. And Peter, you deserve the world on a silver platter and I wish you would understand that right now and I know you don't, but you need to at least understand this. You are loved in our home, loved and cherished deeply. You are the light to our lives, when you came into this world everything changed. I saw the world differently and you have shown me so much joy, an amount I never knew existed. I have loved you more than anything since the moment you opened your eyes. I started painting again and started to go to therapy after Bucky was put away again because of you, you showed me there was hope of a better future ahead." Steve said.

Peter looked at his father and let out a little laugh, "I love your paintings."

"You are the reason I am alive." Tony said from his left.

Peter whipped his head at his other father and his eyes widened in shock, he did not expect this.

"I wanted to die, for years I thought this life wasn't worth living anymore. I was drinking myself to sleep every night and was drunk all day. I was never happy, nothing made me happy anymore. You Pops and I met and I still didn't see life as something I wanted to be a part of anymore, Steve knows this too. Then something happened to me and you Pops and the team took me in and didn't leave me, I learned a lot about life then. Then everything went back to normal and I found life was most normal around Steve. But, the whole time we dated I had drop days, where I would shut down and have to be locked in my room to keep me from the roof. Then you came, and you changed everything. You were like this beacon of hope swaddled up in a little yellow blanket. When you opened your eyes, every dark thought I had disappeared and never came back. As long as you were breathing I was satisfied with life, I had a true reason to be here, for you and for my family." Tony said.

Peter was openly crying now, "I w-want to go home with you, I want to s-so badly. I want to curl up in your arms and never leave. I want to see the sunshine again and feel the grass. I want to smile and b-be happy. My heart wants me to go home but my b-brain won't let me. It is making me stay here, telling me I have to stay here w-where I finally have a p-purpose."

Tony shushed his sons cries and wiped a stray tear away with the pad of his thumb, "As long as that heart of yours is beating you will have a purpose. Trust me." Tony said looking into his son's eyes.

Peter nodded and took a deep breath, "You promise?"

Tony gave a short nod and whispered into Peters ear, "I love you so much Bambino."

Peter sniffed his nose and looked at his fathers, "Can we go home?" He whispered.

Tony nodded, and Peter felt his dark thoughts being pushed into the back of his mind. They were still there and will be needing attention soon but for now, Peter was content to collapse into his Pop's waiting arms.

The stress from today and the past week fell hard onto Peters mind and body but Peter knew he was safe now and he let the welcoming darkness sweep over him.