sometimes to stay alive

Tony clenched his fist tighter and bit the inside of his mouth, promptly trying very very extremely hard not to flip his lid. He was finding that task abnormally daunting, though. Especially more so when he notices two small tablets laying on small circular tables attached to the horrendous piece of could you even call it furniture? on either side. One of them was suspiciously placed at an angle where Tony could and/or would see it, as if the kidnapper was taunting him.That tablet was showing Peter’s vital signs–heart rate, brain waves, the works. Tony frowned at the brain waves.