𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲: 𝗮 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

Chapter 21

Peter

When I came to, everything was fuzzy.

I blinked twice to cleat dust from my eyes. It was like that feeling when you had been laying down for a while and sit up quickly. All the blood rushes to your head and it takes a moment for you to focus again.

One glance around told me I wasn't getting out. I could feel sharp ropes digging into my ankles and wrists, their frayed edges sure to leave marks.

The room was almost completely pitch black, minus a tiny window maybe thirty feet directly above me. Other than that, a few crates which I was propped upon, and a doorway on the other side of the room, the space was empty.

A knot of panic settled in my gut as I realized I hadn't thought about the others. I was relieved when I saw Samantha and Santiago situated to my right. Just the same when I noticed Alex and Sydney to my left. All of them were still asleep.

A faint clicking sound reached my dialed up hearing. Then a muffled bang, this sound much closer. Meaning someone had probably opened the door and entered the room.

As the clicking grew nearer, I realized the person was wearing heels. They stopped directly outside the lit area, just enough for me to know they were there.

"Ah, Peter," May greeted chillily. "Just like old times."

"I'm pretty sure 'old times'," I spoke, my voice scratchy from dehydration, "wasn't me tied up while you were a psychopath."

"I prefer the term sociopath," she corrected.

"Either way, you can still go to hell."

"So rude," she hissed and began to walk to the right slowly.

"Pete?" Samantha croaked. "Wa's goin' 'n?" Her voice was still slurred as the after-effects of the drug kicked in.

"Ooh, yay," May said happily, "another member. Welcome Samantha, dear."

"Why?" I interrupted.

"Why what?"

"Why all this?" I demanded. "Why go to such lengths to ensure I thought you were dead?"

"Because you're him!" She roared, momentarily losing her calm demeanor.

"Who?" Alex questioned. Apparently, he had been pretending to be asleep. But I already knew what she meant.

"Oh?" May's voice went up an octave. "She doesn't know? Well, I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise."

"You-" I began.

She clicked her tongue, cutting me off. "Now, now. That is no way to speak to your elder."

The tapping of her heels faded until a muffled bang echoed. I assumed she had left the room via the supposed door.

"Peter?" Samantha asked shakily. "What are we going to do now?"

I stayed silent for a moment before answering, "My last resource. Alex, can you see my watch?" I shifted so he could view the display screen that I had connected to my phone and suit.

"Yes."

"Is it on?"

"Mhmm."

"Alright then," I closed my eyes and took a long breath. "Karen, text the Avengers 'I need help'."

Tony

"Um, Captain America," Scott laughed nervously. "What's going on?"

"A friend of ours has gone missing," Steve responded without hesitation. "We-"

He was cut off by the ding of everyone's phones. I pulled mine out of my suit's pocket.

Peter

I need help

My "dead" aunt has kidnapped us

Us being me and the other orphans

You can track us by hacking if you can into my watch

That's how I'm contacting you

Try password: w/gᵖ→gʳ

Please hurry

I'm only doing this because I have no other options

"On it," I spoke before sliding into the nearest chair and opening my laptop. After about forty five minutes, I had bypassed one of the most complicated security systems I'd ever seen.

"And location searching...found!" I said.

"Where?" Clint asked as he looked over my shoulder.

"Coffey Street in Brooklyn," I looked at Steve. "You know where that is?"

"Seventy five years ago, yes. I can wing it." He turned to Bucky. "That was the one by the-"

"Car shop? Yeah," He interrupted.

"Let's go," Natasha said.

Steve stood up. "Avengers..."