A Different Type of Game

Their Plan

How was Peter going to help them? At this point, he didn't know if he could. If he didn't cooperate, MJ, Ned, even Aunt May would die. But if he did, then all hell would break loose.

"How would I help you?" Peter tried to make a plan, but nothing came to him. He was in an abandoned water tank with no way to send a message to his friends; to MJ.

"As you have already figured out," the leader of the men began,"we are going to use this tank to release a fatal amount of poisonous gas throughout the city. But, though our plan is brilliant, their are a few flaws. The gas, though it might still reach every inch of this city, might not be as fatal. We need you to go to the busiest place and plant these." He held half of a metal circle. It kind of looked like little half bombs... oh no.

"Those have the gas in them don't they? You want me to plant deadly gas bombs all through the city. Fantastic."

"You are smart, Spider-Boy. Now, you make yourself comfortable while we finish up some important business." He turned away from Peter and looked at two of his men. "You two; keep watch. If he tries to escape, you know what to do." 

"Can I at least know your names? I would like to know who exactly kidnapped me." Maybe if he found out who they were, Karen could find something on them. Anything. 

The leader stopped infant of the door and turned around. "Those two," he said, pointing to the men he left to watch him,"are John and Brandon. This one,"Now he pointed to the man on his left,"is Henry." Of course no last names. That would do nothing, he needed their full names. Damnit.

"And what about you? Whats your name, Mr. Leader?" 

"I think I'm going to save that for the time being." What? Why? What would it matter? 

The Leader and Henry left, leaning Peter with John and Brandon. He couldn't remember who was who though, he wasn't really paying attention to who the Leader was pointing at. The name was all he wanted, but now that didn't even matter. 

Suddenly, Peter got an idea. It was risky, and if he was caught, well, too bad for him. Not like they would do much. They needed him. It took a few minutes, hours, he didn't know, to make sure John and Brandon were in the right positions. Once they were far away enough, Peter began his plan.

"Karen," he whispered. "Karen, activate laser webs. 

Activating lazer webs.

Peter instantly sat up and pointed his arms at both of the men, and shot. They slipped on the floor, knocked out. 

Peter made his way to the exit and once he was out, he realized that that was too easy... did they expect him to just cooperate, or was there something more to their plan? He didn't have time to figure out. 

Peter made his way to his house. He needed to get MJ and Ned to safety. Hopefully may was still out of town. 

When he got to his house, he climbed through the window of his room and saw that Ned and MJ weren't there. He made his way to the kitchen and, to his horror, saw The Leader and Henry were there. Holding Ned and MJ in headlocks. 

"Put them down." Peter said. His voice was calm, but he was angry. Furious. No one messes with Peter's friends.

"Oh Peter, where are your manners?" The Leader was taunting him. Peter wanted to punch him, but he had to stay calm.

"Let them go. They have nothing to do with this." Peter was scared. For him, for his friends. He wished Happy would've listened to him. He wished Tony was here. Then he thought of something.

He whispered, quieter than he'd ever done before. "Karen." It was so quiet, he almost couldn't tell what he was saying. "Call Tony Stark."

"What did you just say, Spider-Boy?" Henry spoke for the first time, and Peter found his voice to be quite menacing.

"Just talking under my breath." True.

"Hey, Peter, Do you still want to know who I am?" Why is he brining that up now, when Peter could not care less about it.

"I want you to let go of my friends."

"Thats not an option. Besides, I think you'll be intrigued, surprised to find out who I am."

"Why's that?"

The Leader took off his his beanie. "Don't you remember me Peter?" How was he supposed to remember a face that had been contorted to the unimaginable.

"Not particularly, no. I think I'd remember a face like that."

"You don't remember your best friend, Harry Osborn?"

A/N: I know this is a little short, but I kinda like it. It's a little fast, but obviously very important to the story. I hope you liked it and see you later!