Lost Stars - A Post No Way Home Story

Spider-Style

"No, no, no!"

He could hear the kid screaming in the car, the sound was still strong but it was fading away. Dispatch could be here any second. He hadn't hung up on the phone, normally they still sent someone out. He swung through the streets, desperately looking for the car where the kid had been kidnapped.

Who would do that? Who would take a kid?

It was all rhetorical. Peter knew the answer to that. He was a vigilante, yes, but Tony had made sure he stuck to the grey area of things. This wasn't the first kidnapping he witnessed, but something about it irked him. He tried to run after the car, but it was in that moment that the police actually showed up.

"Hey, hey!" Peter felt relief, but then dread. If he had bad luck, these would be the cops that would gladly put him behind bars.

"I need you to stand down," one of the two said. They had one hand on their belt. This was not good.

Peter held his hands up. "It wasn't me. There was a robber and he was stealing a car. I had him but then... he got away."

"He got away? He can he just get away ?" one of the cops said. "You'd think with all of your fancy gadgets you would get the bad guy."

"We shouldn't be arguing but getting the car! I'm not the one -"

"We'll take you into the station," one of them said.

"What? No?"

Peter took a step back. Then he broke out into a ran. He heard one of them yell something, but they didn't pursue him. There has to be cameras somewhere. There HAS to be. Why would they come after him?

Had it always been this way?

Peter swung away. So much for a good night's sleep.

"Daredevil!" he felt awkward yelling that name. "Daredevil!"

He waited on the rooftop, his senses were going haywire. Where was it? Where was the car? How could he find them?

No, he couldn't rely on Daredevil to help him out. He needed to fix this. It was his mistake, his thinking that that person could not run away. He felt his heart beating in chest. Peter was ready to throw up.

He took a shaky breath and held a hand out.

Find the kid.

Now.

He ran back from the edge and launched himself off. He could still hear the kid, every faint and went into the direction he could hear the child. It was like playing cold and warm. Blocks went by, flying past him in colours. The bright city lights didn't bother him when he was this fast. If it were a better night, the cold air would be exhilarating, the burn would feel exciting. But if he started to panic, the air could get thin and he would lose focus.

The car. A black Audi A3, inconspicuous. There it was. It had pulled into a driveway of a shady warehouse. It must be their headquarters. He could go in, right now. End this now. End his suffering and panic.

But Peter felt like he needed to stay in the shadows for a bit. He needed observe. They weren't treating the kid badly, optically speaking. He listened in.

"Do you think the dad will care?" One of them asked.

"Of course he will," another one spat on the floor. "Who doesn't?"

"I dunno man, some people don't."

"Nah, the guy will. They're too afraid of Kingpin."

Kingpin. Peter filed that away in his brain. Maybe someone could tell him who that was, but it could be some big mafia boss or someone with a dumb street name.