The Kidnapped Spider

Peter

Peter was fuming.

On some level, he understood why Natasha was so protective and why she didn't want him going out. She didn't know that Peter was Spider-Man either so she didn't know he could protect himself.

But it was just so frustrating to hear her just shut down and not bother to see how he felt. Peter was so sure that he had finally gotten through to her but clearly he hadn't.

Peter had been working on his two ais for a while and was just now starting to install Karen into his suit when May and Natasha came by.

He tried to subtly tell them to go away and he winced a little when they left. They were just trying to protect him and they didn't know about Spider-Man but still. Peter couldn't help but feel somewhat betrayed by both of them.

And then Tony came down and he introduced Tony to his ais before discreetly trying to usher Tony away. Eventually Tony obliged and Peter didn't miss the stunned expression on the genius's face and he smirked a little.

Peter shrugged on the suit after a few modifications and he tip toed over to the window to open it.

"Peter?"

Peter winced. "Um, listen, Jarvis -"

"You're not going to that gang are you?"

Peter paused. "N - no. Obviously not. I just - I gotta go patrol. You know?"

There was a pause.

"And you also know that if I suspect that you're in danger, my base programming is to alert your parents?"

Peter rolled his bottom lip between his lip. "Yeah. Yeah of course I know."

JARVIS went quiet again and Peter didn't wait for a response as he slipped out of the room and through the window. He attached himself to the glass for a brief moment, glancing back before sling shooting himself towards the nearest building.

He swung around, making his way back to the place where the man had told him to meet him. Peter's ears were ringing and his heart was thudding as he touched down on one of the roofs.

He crawled across the top, waiting for a moment and wondering if the man was around here somewhere. Deciding to leap down, Peter crouched low and landed. He wandered to the middle, looking around and waiting.

"So you actually did decide to show up,"

Peter whirled, crouching down to defend himself in necessary.

The bald man stepped from the shadows, smirking a little. "Who would've thought that Spider-Man is the child we grew."

Peter flushed, feeling a rise of anger. "I was not made or created by you."

"Believe what you want," The man shrugged. "But that's the truth. The Slavic Shadow never would have been able to give birth without the help of us."

Peter tried to answer but was flustered and angry all over again.

"We thought you were lost and we tried to make more," The man mused and Peter had a half thought that this man was stalling for something. "None of them worked. None of our experiments created what we wanted but you...The blood of the Red Death with the mind of the Merchant of Death....and now, you have the powers of Spider-Man." The man gave a wicked grin. "Maybe it was good that the Parkers stole you away. You've become quite the soldier for us."

"I'm never going to fight for you," Peter snarled. "I just want answers!"

"And you'll get them," The man waved his hand and Peter felt his spider sense go ringing and he turned just in time for a tiny bullet to be lodged in his neck.

Peter stumbled backwards before falling flat on his back. His vision began to waver, going in and out as the man stepped over him, smiling. "Just on our terms."

Peter tried to speak but the darkness overtook him and he saw no more.