His Protective Dad Completed ✓

The Disappearance

The air inside the warehouse was thick with tension. It was a quiet, oppressive kind of silence—one that suggested something terrible was just on the horizon. The trio—Tony, Steve, and Peter—stood just outside the entrance, ready for anything. They had received intel that Hydra was working out of an abandoned warehouse, and if their lead was correct, they were on the verge of uncovering something far more sinister than they had originally thought.

“You ready?” Tony asked, his voice low as he adjusted his suit, the familiar hum of his arc reactor vibrating under his chest plate.

Steve gave a firm nod. “Always.” He looked over to Peter, whose eyes were focused ahead, nerves hidden behind a determined expression. “Peter?”

“I’m good,” Peter said, though there was a slight edge to his voice. Despite everything—despite his confidence—he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at him. Something wasn’t right.

Tony placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Stay close, kiddo. If we see anything suspicious, we take it slow, alright?”

Peter smiled, albeit with a hint of uncertainty. “Yeah, yeah, no problem, Dad.”

The three of them made their way toward the entrance, their footsteps soft on the dusty concrete floor. As they stepped inside, the staleness of the air hit them first. The scent of old machinery, rusted metal, and forgotten things hung thick in the air, only interrupted by the faint creaking of the building around them. Their eyes scanned the dimly lit interior, the shadows stretching across broken crates and abandoned workstations.

“Spread out,” Tony instructed, his voice crisp. “We need to find any trace of Hydra’s operations.”

Peter hesitated for a second. “You think they’re still here? It feels too quiet.”

Steve’s voice was steady, but his eyes were sharp as he surveyed the room. “That’s exactly why we need to be careful. Hydra’s sneaky.”

Peter nodded, his Spidey senses tingling. But the more he focused, the more he realized that something was off—there was a strange pull on his attention, as if something or someone was drawing him deeper into the warehouse.

“I’ll check over by those crates,” Peter said, motioning toward a pile of old equipment at the far side of the room.

Tony and Steve didn’t protest, both focused on their own areas. Peter moved cautiously, his eyes scanning the shadows, his senses on high alert. He could feel his heartbeat quicken as he neared the crates. There was something familiar about the energy in the air, but he couldn’t place it. He reached out to touch one of the crates, and that’s when it happened.

In an instant, the world seemed to shift around him. One second, Peter was standing next to his father and Steve, the next—he was alone. Completely, utterly alone. The dim light of the warehouse flickered around him as his breath caught in his throat.

“Dad? Pops?” Peter called out, but his voice echoed back to him with no response. Panic shot through him as his Spidey senses flared, but there was no sign of anyone nearby. His pulse raced as he quickly scanned his surroundings, but the more he looked, the more disoriented he became.

Where was everyone?

Suddenly, the walls seemed to close in on him, the shadows stretching impossibly long. The metallic clank of machinery stirred behind him, followed by the sound of footsteps—but when Peter turned around, there was nothing. Just more empty space.

He could feel the cold sweat beading on his forehead as he tried to make sense of the situation. This wasn’t like any of the other times he’d felt disoriented or trapped. This was different. This was wrong. His mind raced, but his body refused to respond the way he wanted it to.

Out of the corner of his eye, Peter thought he saw a fleeting figure—someone, or something—moving in the shadows. His heart skipped a beat as he instinctively moved toward it, hoping it was either his dad or Steve. But with each step, the figure grew more elusive, vanishing just as quickly as it appeared.

“Dad? Pops?!” he yelled again, his voice raw with panic. There was no answer. Only silence.

He started to move again, faster now, hoping to find an exit or at least make sense of what was happening. But with each turn he took, the warehouse seemed to stretch and grow, the once-familiar layout becoming more like a maze.

Back outside the warehouse, Tony and Steve were still focused on their search, unaware that Peter had disappeared entirely.

"Peter?" Tony called, his voice echoing faintly. "Kid, you alright?"

No answer.

Steve’s brow furrowed. “He was right behind us. Where the hell did he go?”

Tony’s hand hovered over his earpiece. “F.R.I.D.A.Y., do you have a visual on Peter? What’s going on in there?”

The AI’s voice crackled in his ear. “No visual, sir. It appears there is interference—massive distortion in the building’s structure. I can’t track him.”

Tony’s heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean, interference?”

“I mean something is messing with the systems, making it impossible to locate Peter. I suggest you move quickly. This might be Hydra’s doing.”

Steve's eyes sharpened. “We’ve got to find him. Now.”

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Meanwhile, inside the warehouse, Peter’s panic was growing.

He felt like he was caught in a dream—or worse, a nightmare. The air seemed to grow heavier, and with each step, the shadows stretched longer, and the walls seemed to close in around him. There was something in the distance—something moving. And it was coming for him.

He turned quickly, eyes wide, but all he saw was a flash of light. A figure emerged from the shadows, but not one he recognized. The figure stood tall, wearing a dark, hooded cloak. The eyes—cold and hollow—stared directly at him, and for a moment, Peter’s heart froze.

“Who… who are you?” Peter managed to croak out, his breath shallow.

The figure tilted its head, almost in amusement, before stepping forward, and Peter took a cautious step back. There was something wrong about this person—something alien, something terrifying.

The figure spoke in a low, menacing tone. “You’ve been looking for us... and now we’ve found you.”

And before Peter could react, the world around him went dark.

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Back Outside

Tony and Steve rushed into the building, their eyes scanning the darkened interior. They could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on them, but neither of them would let fear take hold. They had to find Peter—no matter the cost.

“Peter!” Tony shouted, his voice echoing through the cavernous space.

But there was no response.

They continued to search, knowing time was running out, knowing that whoever—or whatever—was behind this wouldn’t stop until they had what they wanted.

And it was clear that what they wanted... was Peter.