𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

hostage ; peter parker

hostage ; peter parker

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Friday nights are supposed to be fun. Hanging out with friends, getting food and watching movies on a night in. But not in Peter's case. Being ignored by Tony Stark and his assistant, Happy, not letting any of his calls go through did not help him in this situation.

Peter only ever wanted to help. He saw his chance and took it. Even if everyone told him to back off and let the higher positioned authorities handle it, he couldn't let these criminals get away when he could've stopped them.

In the midst of chasing the vulture's van, filled with lethal weapons, his web gets cut down and he feels his body crash down along the dimly lit highway. Regaining his balance, he stands up and sees a dark figure approach him.

His head was still pounding from his fall moments ago, but he could have sworn he saw rays of purple swirling in the air... after that, everything went dark.

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What seemed like countless hours, Peter finally woke up but with a pounding headache. When his eyes finally adjusted to the light, he found himself lying in an unfamiliar room.

Trying to get up off the ground, he noticed his hands and legs tied up with heavy metal chains. He didn't have the strength to get up and was struggling to get them off.

Looking around, he seemed to be in an old warehouse of some sort. It was dark, dusty and had tons of lumber and metal scattered around the place. Seemed to be a storage for various hardware items.

Looking up to the widows up by the ceiling, he saw moonlight seeping through indicating it was sometime late at night. Taking in his surroundings, his eyes widened in fear seeing what was laid before him a few feet away. It was only then where he could feel the cold air hitting his face.

His mask was off and thrown on the ground in front of him.

His identity was out.

He had no idea how many people had found out what he looked like under the mask, or if they'd found anything on his personal background.

'Well obviously they're bad guys, so they probably know everything about me' He pondered to himself.

He had to find a way out.

May must be worried sick about him not returning home today. He hadn't given her an excuse for not going home earlier since he was so focused on catching Vulture and his crew.

Moments passed and Peter was contemplating about how he could escape this mess. He was drawn away from his deep thoughts when the sounds of shoes clicking echoed through the warehouse.

"Who's there?" No answer, but the clicking sound came closer, and closer till they stopped. "Who are you? Show yourself!" He dared, trying to look around for whoever was there.

Seconds later a silhouette emerged from the shadows.

It was a girl.

She didn't seem like a villain nor a superhero, based on what she was wearing. She was dressed in simple everyday clothes, nothing special for what it seemed.

"Finally! You've woken up. Or gained consciousness should I say." She chuckled to herself walking towards Peter, she threw a brown paper bag down in front of him before sitting down on the ground.

"There's food and water in the bag, help yourself."

"Who are you?" Peter questioned, eyes switching between the girl and the bag.