The Life of Peter Parker

The one with the Kidnapping

[After ffh|I wrote a few graphic details so if you don't like that beware|small note: this is absolute pure shit so I'm sorry]

What was supposed to be a regular school day for the students of Midtown High turned into a mess real quick.

It came out of nothing, noone was prepared, not even Peter. His spidey sense tingled but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. In third period it increased though. It intensified even more when somebody knocked on the door to his classroom.

"What the fuck? MJ something's wrong I-", Peter whispered confused to his girlfriend but he was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Good morning students, teacher. I have a quick question: Is Peter Parker here?", A man clad in an all navy suit asked. "Yes indeed. Peter please raise your ha-", the teacher was cut off by a quiet explosion.

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Three hours later they all woke up, tied to wooden chairs with big, tight ropes in a dimly lit room. All except Peter.

"Mrs Cooper. Psst Mrs Cooper wake up", Cindy carefully nudged her elbow towards her teacher. She was the only one that hadn't woken up yet. Mrs Cooper slowly woke up. Once she realised they weren't in school she panicked. She looked around counting her students.

"...nineteen, twenty, twentyone, twenty-... where's Peter?", she asked. Their students shrugged their shoulders. He wasn't there when they woke up.

Suddenly all the lights turned on, blinding each and every person in the room. It was a rather small room with white tiles all over it. It looked a bit like an operation room. A cold shudder ran down MJ's spine. She just hoped this had nothing to do with Peter.

"I see you finally woke up", the same man that came into their class said. "Please don't be frightened. I'm not a bad man. If you cooperate you will be. just. fine", he added. Everybody knew this was a lie. They've seen enough horror movies to know nobody was escaping this hell alive. They've seen his face. They know who he is. If nobody kills him they're not surviving.

"You all know Peter Parker a bit better than I do. Tell me something about him. What's he like?", the man said with a fake smile plastered on his face. "Starting at the front row. You, pretty girl, tell me something about him", the man went closer to Betty. "He-He is a very nice guy. Always helps you out if you ask", Betty whispered frightened. The man nodded and looked at Abe, who was sitting next to her. "He's a good dude. Very close with his aunt because she's his only parent", Abe said then gulped. "Yes, yes give me more information like that", the man's mood lightened a bit. He took out his gun to make his message clear.

One by one they revealed details about Peter. Except Ned and MJ. They said they didn't know him all to well. The man knew they lied but he let it slide because he had everything he needed. Without batting an eyelash he fired off another bomb and they were all unconcious again.

Another three hours later they woke up again. Now Peter's aunt May was sitting next to them. She was the fifth to wake up. She gently woke MJ to ask her some question to which MJ answered. May wasn't that frightened. The dimly lit room didn't do anything to her because she knew her nephew would find her.

When everyone woke up the lights turned on again. This time it was much brighter so they had to shield their eyes but couldn't because their hands were still tied to the stool. They were momentarly blinded by the light but when they could see again they gasped. Some girls fainted, Some boys did too and May? May screamed on top off her lungs nearly passing out.

The reason? Well maybe it was the fact that on one empty wall were big metal chains and those were tied around Peter Parker's hands and legs. His entire arms were slit open, blood drippling off of them. You could also see that his left leg was most definitely broken. The most awful thing though was his chest and abdomen. Someone wrote the word 'hero' and crossed it out with a knife. Said knife was sticking in his abdomen.

MJ let down quiet tears. She tried to calm down May a bit, who was squirming in her seat demanding to let him go.

“Awww, Miss Parker I'm sorry but your nephew will pay for what he did to my friend. For killing him. You remember Quentin Beck? Yes that was my friend. And now Peter will have to die. And we want him to see how we'll kill you like we saw our friend get killed“, the man said while ten armed men came out of the back door.

“We will just have to wait a bit until he wakes up. My boys got him good“, the man smiled madly. All the other guys turned around to watch him.

Meanwhile MJ's head exploded. When everybody was listening to the man she took a glance at Peter and saw that his eyes opened slowly. She saw how his face slightly flinched because of the pain but when he found her eyes across the room he smiled warily. 'Say something' he mouthed to her. And now she was wondering what she should say.

“Quentin Beck was a murderer. He killed thousands of people and for what? Fame. He deserved what happened to him and...“, MJ started and rambled on and on just so that Peter could finish getting out of the chains.

It worked quite well because everyone was so amused that she was still confident enough when literally ten guns were trained on her. They watched her talking and talking and didn't realise that Peter was getting away.

Suddenly the lights went out. Everyone was so confused until they heard a few 'thwip thwip's. “Spiderman to your service. How may I assist you?“, a voice came from somewhere above. In just a second you could hear all the guns dropping.

“No that's not possible. How did you.. You couldn't have... Show yourself“, the man said. Then, all the lights turned on again and there stood Peter. In front of all his people. Webshooters at the ready.

“I couldn't have what?“, he said with a devilish grin. “That's not real... the knife in your...“, the man trailed off. “Oh you mean this one?“, Peter said while throwing the knife straight into the man's leg. Afterwards he shot a web at all the other men and tasered them.

He turned around to his classmates and started to work on May's ropes. “Peter?“, Flash asked unsure. No way was he Spider-man but how the f? Peter looked at him but before he could say anything he dropped to the ground.

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The first thing he heard was sniffling. The first thing he smelled was a mixture between May and MJ and Ned and... doctors? When he opened his eyes there was white. White ceiling, white walls, white floor, white couch with curly brown hair, white... Wait. Curly brown hair?

Peter groaned and sat up. He looked over to his left to see MJ cuddled up on the sofa with one of his hoodies and May's special blanket. He looked at his little bedside table to see a clock. 5:30 a.m. Man what was he doing up so early? He looked at the date below.

Peter nearly fell off his bed. It was January 12th. Was he really unconcious for two months? Before he could further overthink all of this the door opened. May and Ned walked in with a quiet Flash trailing behind them.

“MJ honey, we got you some tea from downstairs and Flash has this new book he saw at your favourite book store“, May said softly waking her up. Wait why was she waking her up and since when was Flash nice.

“May don't wake her. Don't you see she's asleep?“, Peter croaked out. Suddenly MJ turned around on the couch and scrambled to her feet.

“Peter since when are you up? Why didn't you wake me? Oh god Peter don't scare me like that ever again“, MJ cried out holding his hand. Okay what the fuck happened here?

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They all talked for a while until Dr. Banner came in to check on Peter. Peter was good to go home and they immediately drove off. They helped him get up the stairs into his apartement. When they were sure he was laying comfortably they brought him some soup and sat down with him.

Then Flash spoke up: “So you're Spider-man huh?“. “Flash!“, MJ hissed. “No it's okay... Just maybe not tell everyone?“, Peter asked unsure. “Obviously“, he said quietly.

After Flash saw what happened to Peter he changed a lot. He knew the bullying was wrong way before but now he really understood that people had things going on that he could never know about.

~1525 words