Spiderson and the Avengers

Kidnapped

I walked out of school and saw Happy waiting in dad's car.

That's strange. Happy always picks me up a few streets away. I walked up to Happy and he rolled the window down.

"Get in the car there's been a threat," Happy commanded. I was so surprised by the change in his voice that I just went inside and didn't ask questions. Happy's foot was on the accelerator before I had even closed the door, and he sped through New York, expertly weaving through queues of honking taxis. A few minutes later, my Spidey sense started tingling. I opened the car door and yelled at people to get out of the way. I pushed past them and stopped when I saw a small package, about the size of my palm, on the sidewalk. My eyes widened, and I jumped on top of it to shield people from the blast.

Pain. 

I could only feel pain. 

It was as if someone had stuck a white hot branding iron on my skin, everywhere. I groaned and rolled over, my ears ringing. Happy was lying on the ground a few feet away from me. Uh oh.

"HAPPY!" I yelled, or tried to. My throat was as coarse as 100 scale sandpaper. Suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind and pinned my arms behind me. I felt a sharp pain in my neck, and went limp. I was dragged into a black Mercedes van (and couldn't help noticing how utterly cliche that was) and shoved into the back. The ringing became louder, and people were shouting. I yelled out in pain. Sensory overload.

I tried to bring my hands over my ears to block out the noise, but I was paralysed. I groaned and rolled onto my side when the van went over a speed bump. My head hurt.

*Tonys POV*

The phone rang. I buried my head in my hands. It had been three days since I last saw Peter. It had been three days and 8 hours since I slept. It had been 24 hours and 42 minutes since I last ate. I reached for the mug of coffee and found it was empty. I trudged to the kitchen and looked for more coffee capsules in the coffee machine. There were none left.

"Hey, Pep, I thought we ordered more coffee capsules 5 days ago," I called out to Pepper.

"Yeah, we did, but you finished the other half of the pack today," She told me while staring at her computer and typing furiously. She was upset about Peter too. I sighed. The phone rang again.

"Hello. We have your son," The man on the phone said. I put it on speaker then muted my side of the call.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, track this call," I commanded my AI.

"On it, boss," F.R.I.D.A.Y replied. I unmuted the call.

"I don't have a son, what are you talking about?" I said. Nobody knew about Peter, and if this was just another call for my money based on the rumours that I had a son, I wasn't going to tell them that my son was really kidnapped.

"Then who just asked for chocolate milk and the crusts cut off their sandwiches," The man on the phone asked. I nearly dropped my phone in shock and Pepper dropped her laptop. We stared at each other, thinking the same thing: they have Peter, "You know what, just take him. I cant bear any more vines," The man suddenly whimpered. I thought I heard 'iiiiiit's Wednesday my dudes' being yelled on the other side of the room.

*Peters POV*

The man gave me chocolate milk and sandwiches. I asked for the crusts cut off, and he snickered and left with all the sandwiches, coming back 5 minutes later with the crusts of the sandwiches off. I ate the sandwiches and washed the vile taste down with the store bought chocolate milk, which also somehow tasted off. 

There was something else in it. I felt the same sensation that I felt when they injected me earlier. I felt my limbs slowly becoming weaker and limp. My eyes widened and I heard the door open. There was another man in the room now. He wasn't old like the man who had cut the crusts off my sandwiches. He had a tattoo on the side of his face (again, couldn't help but notice how they were really leaning into stereotypes).