Peter could feel the excitement building up inside of him.

He was finally going to get out. After all of these weeks - months? - he would finally be free.

And, oh, how he looked forward to it.

No more sitting in a cell for hours at a time. No more being dragged out by his arms because he refused to willingly go with them.

No more stale food. No more dirty water.

No more being captive.

And this time, Peter swore he'd be more careful than he was. He would not get captured again - although he had walked into this one, he admitted.

(He fully blamed Steve for that.)

He had waited for hours after he had found the key, not wanting to risk opening his door.

There was a certain time every day when, for about fifteen-twenty minutes, nobody walked past his cell.

He was hoping it would be the same this time - but then again, why wouldn't it be? They didn't - couldn't know that he had a key, otherwise they'd have come into his cell hours ago.

He counted himself lucky as he saw the final person that day pass his door (and he knew it was the final person, it had to be, because they were a guard, checking that he was still unconscious from the last 'meeting' and making sure his cell was locked).

He'd gotten taken to Toomes a half hour after he'd found the key, but he'd luckily found a spare moment when nobody passed by him and managed to hide it in the crack in the ceiling.

These people really weren't the smartest.

He waited a few seconds.

Ten had passed by.

He held his breath.

No footsteps.

Fifteen seconds.

He quietly stood up, making his way over to the crack in the ceiling - he was almost glad that his cell was so small now. Almost.

Forty five seconds.

He reached up and grabbed the key, holding it delicately in the palm of this hand - he didn't want to make any noise at all.

A minute.

Still no footsteps. He had about fourteen minutes left.

And he was going to make them count.

~~~

"Wait, explain the plan to me again?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrow slightly as he gave Gwen and Ned an incredulous look. "No offence, but it sounds... stupid."

"It's not stupid, Har," Ned replied, rolling his eyes.

Of course, he was only agreeing to this because Tony would do anything to get Peter back, even go along with a couple of kids' ideas.

Besides, Tony knew him. It was safe to say that he'd know Harry as well, since Peter tended to ramble a lot, so it would just be Gwen, and she'd be easy to explain.

As long as Tony didn't ruin his cover, it'd be fine. Perfectly fine.

"We already explained it three times!" Gwen added, exasperated. "Do we really need to go over it again?"

"We're about ten minutes away," Harry protested. "We may as well go over it to... get it into our heads, maybe."

"Sure, Harry. Sure."

And, as Gwen rolled her eyes for the millionth time that morning, Ned stopped her.

"I hate to interrupt this, but have you noticed who's walking into that coffee shop over there?"

He pointed over to the one that he and Peter where he and Peter were regulars - along with Delmars, of course.

"Sorry, I was too busy trying to help this idiot here," Gwen gave Harry a small look, "figure out what the plan was. For the fourth time. In the last twenty -"

"We get it, I'm dumb, whatever, tell us who you saw, Ned," Harry cut her off, cringing at her deadly glare before turning back to Ned.

Ned, however, had a bright grin on his face.

"I saw our ticket to Tony Stark."

~~~

Peter had waited a few more seconds - precious, precious seconds - before he decided to go, knowing it was better to be safe than sorry.

He inwardly questioned the lack of guards, but shrugged it off, knowing that they thought he was too weak to even get up - he'd proved that in his little show he'd made when he had to go to Toomes.

Walking over to the bars of the cell silently, he reached his hand through the bars and used his other hand to steady the lock.

Both were shaking with excitement, bit also nervousness.

What would he do if this went wrong?

He shook the thought out of his head, focusing back on the lock, making sure to slide the key in and turning it as quietly as he could.

The door made a slight creak as he pushed it open, and he winced, expecting someone to be running towards that sound.

Still nothing.

He smiled.

Creeping forwards a bit, he pushed the door open even further, now being mindful of the small creak it made.

He looked up, half expecting there to be flashing lights or a loud alarm.

There was still nothing.

It was going well.

His footsteps were almost silent as he left the cell, shutting the door again so that it would give him a little more time.

He put the key into the lock and left it, knowing that he wouldn't need it anymore - these people were paranoid enough to make separate keys for every single lock in the building.

"Phase one is complete," he whispered to himself, unable to keep quiet.

Noticing a wet patch of water on the floor, he made sure to avoid it, not wanting to slip on it.

How embarrassing would it be to be caught like that? He'd never get over it.

He paused for a second.

Where was he trying to go, exactly? He didn't have a place in mind, he didn't know this place all too well.

He gave a small, unnoticeable sigh, before continuing on his path.

If he couldn't find his way out, he could at least find his stuff and turn on the tracker Tony had put inside of his suit, right?

Besides, that would be some weapons other than his fists, which he was useful for.

Somehow, this was all going to plan.

Peter prayed that it stayed that way.

~~~

"It was Bruce Banner," Ned grinned. "He's the most renowned scientist of this generation - and he knows Tony Stark, which is a bonus, so hopefully when we mention Peter and Spidey, he'll bring us to him."

"I've gotta admit," Gwen said, a smile brightening her face, "that's an awesome plan. I can't believe how lucky we are!"

"I can't believe how lucky I am. If it was just me, I wouldn't be able to understand a single thing he says, but luckily I have you two nerdy geeks, so I'll be fine!" Harry happily said, slinging his arms over Gwen and Ned's shoulders.

They walked into the coffee shop casually, immediately noticing Bruce's figure in the corner, trying his best not to be seen.

To say the least, he wasn't doing a very good job of it, it just happened that people were extremely observant.

Ned caught Bruce's eye first, and he told Gwen and Harry to go on, intent on making sure that the scientist knew the plan.

"Honestly, it's fine!" Ned exclaimed when Harry protested. "I'm not going to go all 'fanboy' on him, I swear, I just think it'd be easier for one of us to be explaining it, not all of us crowding him."

Finally, Harry relented as Gwen gave him an amused look.

"Come on, Harry!" she grinned, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the queue. "We'll get you a surprise, Ned."

"I'm counting on it," Ned responded laughing at Harry's red face.

He quickly made his way over to Bruce, flushing slightly but managing to keep it mouth in check.

"H-Hey, Mr Banner!" Ned greeted, easily sliding into a seat. "I have a question for you, if that's alright?"

Bruce, in all honesty, looked exhausted. He seemed to not have had a single full night's sleep ever since Peter had gone, which was bad.

Very, very, very bad.

And, if Ned reflected a little longer, he'd soon come to the conclusion that he looked the exact same (despite him trying to cover it up by cracking jokes).

"Oh, hey, Ned," Bruce smiled wearily, putting down his tablet in order to speak to Ned properly. "What brings you here?"

"I don't have all that much time to explain, but Gwen and Harry don't know about Peter and Tony, so please keep that on the downlow," Ned begged, knowing Bruce would answer to the affirmative but still making sure.

"Of course. What else?"

"I made a tracker," Ned said quietly. "A while ago. After the first time. We've just worked out where Peter is, but we need some help getting him, and Gwen came up with the brilliant idea of getting the Avengers to help by using Spidey as, basically, blackmail."

The corners of Bruce's mouth quirked up slightly, him finding the idea of a teenager blackmailing the Avengers funny.

"Oh, also," Ned quickly added as Harry and Gwen came over with drinks, "pretend you don't know me. Thanks."

He made his voice louder as they got closer, pretending he just finished their conversation.

"And that's why, Mr Banner, we really need your help. We don't know who else to go to other than the Avengers. Please can you help?"

Bruce put his hand on his chin, contemplating slightly, before he looked at Ned again.

"You say there's a chance that Spider-Man is being held captive there too?"

"Yes, sir."

"Then the Avengers will help."

Harry dropped the tray of drinks on the floor in his excitement. Gwen just swatted his arm playfully and they both went in search for some tissues to clean the floor with.

"Now, about this plan of yours..."

~~~

There were footsteps. Peter was panicking.

They sounded like they were going in the direction of his cell.

But surely not?

He had ten more minutes left, people shouldn't be checking his cell this early!

Maybe they changed the routine.

Maybe he left it too late.

Maybe they weren't even going in that direction and he was making it all up because god he just wanted to see Tony and Ned and everyone again -

Realising that the footsteps, indeed, were coming in his direction, he looked around in search of a place to hide.

It was then that he realised he was in a corridor - there was nowhere to go except for in the cells surrounding him.

He was not going to be trapped in one of those things again.

Knowing the only solution, he climbed onto the walls and then onto the ceiling. He flattened himself down as much as he could, knowing that he looked very obvious - but surely they wouldn't look up?

Holding onto that hope, he watched as the person turned the corner.

He didn't recognise who they were from above- or could've been Toomes or it could've been Craig for all he knew.

What he did know what that he couldn't get caught.

Not now. Not when he was so close.

(Of course he didn't actually know whether he was any close or not, but he was out of the cell and that had to count for something, right?)

The person paused beneath him, and Peter swore he could hear his heart beating rapidly beneath his chest.

Please don't look up.

Please don't look up.

Please don't -

And they moved on.

Peter could feel his body relax, his heart still pumping furiously as though it knew it wasn't over.

Waiting until the footsteps faded away, he quietly jumped down, turning around.

And jumping back in shock.

"You - you knew I was there?" Peter gasped, hands placed near his head in case the person wanted to attack him.

"Of course. Your breathing... It is very loud in a silent room."

"What are you saying, that I shouldn't breathe," Peter exclaimed, glaring at the man - he finally realised.

"That is exactly what I am saying."

Peter felt a bit creeped out at this point. "Who are you anyway?"

"Who am I? I am in charge of all of this." The man gestured to the entire place around him. "I am in charge of this entire operation. You may call me Tombstone."

And that was the moment Peter realised that he had gotten caught.

~~~

Welp, I'm not sorry. Yes, I made Peter escape, and yes, I made someone find him.

I regret nothing.

(Apart from getting this up just before midnight, I'm sorry and the explanation will be below.)

I can't write Tombstone, helppp

Anyway, the reason why this is way later than usual:

My parents are renewing their vows or whatever- basically having another wedding - and seeing as I'm their child I kinda have to go

I don't sleep

School is horrible

I was making something for my parents for their wedding thing and, i hate to say it, but that's more important than this.

I had absolutely no clue about how to write this, despite having given myself a summary

Okay, I'm done.

I hope you enjoyed nonetheless!

Please dont kill me...

I'll see you next next Thursday, my young Wattpadians!

- WriteCrazyForLife

🕸🕷 Until next next Thursday🕷🕸