Tentacles and spider webs

Two days away

"Boss, there has been a break-in at the Queen's detentions facility." Friday's alert came at 5:30 in the morning. Unsurprisingly, Tony was up tinkering in his lab. Too many nightmares kept him awake. Awful dreams where he never found Peter, or worse, he found his dead body.

"When did the break-in occur?" He pulled up the specs on the prison, and the live feed from a nearby traffic can. Flashing lights surrounded the area where the cement building once stood. There was nothing left of the prison but rubble and smoldering embers. It was utterly decimated. "What the hell?"

"Multiple bombs were set off in the north and east wings at approximately three o'clock this morning. At least a dozen more went off twenty minutes later. They are the same explosives from the attack downtown when-"

"Peter was taken." He ran a hand through his hair and sighed heavily. "How many?"

"Two hundred and sixty-eight are determined dead; thirty-five others are missing." She paused. "Among those missing is May Parker."

"Fuck." He dropped his tools to the floor and collapsed back into his chair. Why was all this shit happening? What was Otto's game? He took a few deep breaths and forced his panic down. "Hack into the prison security tapes, figure out who set the bombs and who took May."

"Am I right to assume that you have a hypothesis on who the culprit is?" Friday asked her usual snark back in style.

"You bet I do." Tony smirked. "Now give me what you got."

A hologram appeared in front of him and began playing the security footage. The hallways were quiet and empty. Until an explosion blew the walls out, sending cement, metal, and random debris everywhere. The alarms blared as guards ran back and forth in a desperate attempt to control the situation.

Then Otto stepped into the frame - or rather crawled, his tentacles carrying him at least six feet above the ground. The psychopath pulled a large gun-like weapon from his back and began firing at anything that moved. He made his way through the building and into the west wing. He entered a secluded cell located at the back of the prison, emerging not a minute later with a limp May Parker. Two more explosions went off, and the feed cut out.

"I'm calling a meeting," he left his chair spinning in his haste, "give me any information about Otto you can find, keep looking through traffic cams and give me any update on Peter."

"Got it, Boss."

Usually, the team wasn't pleased with being woken up any earlier than seven. There was always an excessive amount of moaning and groaning unless the call was completely urgent. But when Friday informed the team that the meeting was about Peter... absolutely no questions were asked.

"Did you find anything?" Steve jumped the billionaire before he could even open his mouth. "Friday said it was about Peter."

"What about Peter?" Clint dropped down from the vents, nearly bumping into Sam and Natasha, who were also crowding around the mechanic.

"I'll explain once we're all here. It's just Thor and Bu-"

One of the double doors flew off its hinges. "I am here!" Thor bellowed, his sheep pajamas rumpled as he hadn't bothered to change. "Where is young Peter's friend Tony?"

Tony huffed, "I don't know. But I j-"

The glass in the other door shattered after Bucky slammed it open. "Did you find him!"

"Wha... you couldn't use the other door? Considering it isn't there?"

Buck looked sheepishly at the two shattered doors and shrugged. "Force of habit."