"Are you sure your aunt May isn't getting back until later?" I asked as Peter pulled me into their apartment and shut the door.

"I'm sure, she's working on the homeless project with Happy." He shrugged as his hands started to curl around my waist. My eyes widened.

"Happy and May?" I scoffed.

"Don't ask." He chuckled, shaking his head as he leant in and kissed me. I returned it, smiling into the kiss as Peter deepened it, pulling me impossibly close. I squealed against his lips as he lifted me up effortlessly, wrapping my legs around his waist as he started to carry me to his room. I had been best friends with Peter for almost a year, and his girlfriend for three of those months, yet I still didn't understand how a nerd like him, albeit one that I loved very much, had gotten so fit and ripped. He had more muscles than some of the football players at school. I giggled against his lips again as he carried me to his bed and we collapsed onto it, him pinning me down as we continued to make out. But it wasn't desperate, like all of those movies where making out was the start of sex. No. With Peter, making out was more him showing his love for me, his lips dancing with mine, his tongue gently grazing my teeth and his hands roaming my waist all signs of love, not that he wanted sex. Well, we hadn't done more than kiss yet, but he never pushed me to go further. I gently pushed Peter, making us roll over so that I was straddling him and making him smile as he leant up and joined our lips again. I smirked against his lips as his hands were on my thighs, but his fingertips started to slowly but surely work their way under the hem of my shorts and further up my legs.

"Peter? You home?" Our eyes shot open and I scrambled off of Peter, him quickly sitting up and cleaning up his hair, made messy from our make-out session as the front door opened and May's voice sounded.

"Yeah, May, I'm home!" he yelled back.

"Oh! So, no, Spi-."

"Y/N's here too!" he quickly cut her off. I looked at him and my eyebrows furrowed as he had a panicked look in his eyes.

"Peter, what was that?" I scoffed. He looked at me and gulped.

"N-nothing." He laughed nervously as the door opened and May walked in.

"Y/N, how lovely to see you." She smiled.

"And you, May. I hear that you and Happy are kind of becoming an item." I chuckled, making Peter groan next to me and making May laugh.

"Since Peter has undoubtedly already told you all about how much he hates it, yes, yes we're kind of dating now." She nodded, biting her lip.

"Well, I'm happy for you." I smiled.

"Thank you, Y/N. Are you joining us for dinner?" she asked.

"I would love to, but my dad wants me home by six, something about one of his files being hacked." I shrugged.

"Ah, the joys of being Tony Stark's daughter, huh." She chuckled, making me laugh as she looked at Peter.

"And you, if I come home to find that door closed again whilst Y/N is over, there'll be trouble." She warned, pointing at him as she left, leaving the door wide open.

"Yes, aunt May." Peter called after her, making me chuckle as he stood up and pushed it to slightly. He looked at me as I stood up and grabbed my bag.

"I don't suppose I could get one more kiss before you go?" he asked hopefully. I chuckled and shook my head as I took his face and pressed our lips together again. He smiled into it, holding my waist and pulling me closer. I broke the kiss and looked at him.

"I need to go. It's five-thirty." I nodded. He sighed and returned it as he took my hand.

"I'll walk you out." He spoke. I gave him a small smile and pecked his lips again before walking out of his room, pulling him with me as I headed out of his front door and down to the ground floor. We walked out into the street and I turned to Peter.

"Text me when you get home, so I know that you got there okay." He nodded, holding both of my hands in his and looking down at me. Peter wasn't a particularly tall guy, probably average height, so I was grateful for me being particularly small, so that there was still a height difference between us.

"I will, but I'll be fine. If anything happens, my dad will show up, or if he doesn't want to risk it, I'm sure that he'll give Spiderman a call to come save me, Spiderman is good like that." I chuckled. Peter returned it and looked down.

"Yeah, um, he is. But, you won't need saving, because you'll get home safely." He smiled.

"Yes, whatever, see you tomorrow." I chuckled, pecking his lips before starting to walk. I looked over my shoulder and giggled as he still stood there, smiling at me.

"How did I get such a cute guy?" I smiled to myself before turning down an alleyway and out of sight of Peter. I walked along the alcohol-stained path, my nose scrunching up at the foul smell of the dumpsters. My eyes widened as a big black car drove across the end of the alleyway, blocking it off from me.

"FRIDAY, what's-." my eyes widened and I screamed as a gloved hand was put over my mouth and a metal-clad arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me in place against the man. I screamed louder, but my pleas didn't get past the hand as I let a red ball of energy form in my palm. It was times like these that I was grateful for that missile having landed on me.

"Not so fast." The man smirked as he grabbed my hand and held it up, making the ball shoot into one of the dumpsters, creating a flaming hole of melted plastic. My eyes widened as I felt a sharp jab in my neck and the stinging of a foreign liquid being pumped into my veins. As soon as the liquid was released into my blood, I started to feel weak.

"F-FRIDAY, call...call Peter-..." I mumbled as my eyes started to droop. I tried to fight the urge to fall asleep but soon gave in, allowing the man to pick me up and throw me into the back of the car as I let my eyes flutter shut, and the darkness took over.

Peter's P.O.V

"Text me when you get home, so I know that you got there okay." Peter nodded, holding both of Y/N's hands in his and looking down at her as he relished the feeling that he had wanted since they had met, almost a year ago. He couldn't help but smile at how short she was. After all, he wasn't a particularly tall guy, so her lack of height added a much-appreciated height difference between the two of them.

"I will, but I'll be fine. If anything happens, my dad will show up, or if he doesn't want to risk it, I'm sure that he'll give Spiderman a call to come save me, Spiderman is good like that." Y/N chuckled. Peter returned it and looked down, his heart fluttering as she mentioned him, without even knowing it. He tried to ignore the twang of guilt that also came with Y/N's words, guilt that he was sure wouldn't leave him until she knew who he really was.

"Yeah, um, he is. But, you won't need saving, because you'll get home safely." He smiled.

"Yes, whatever, see you tomorrow." She chuckled, pecking his lips before starting to walk away. She looked over her shoulder and smiled as she saw him still standing there, a soft smile on his lips.

"How did I get someone so cute?" he whispered to himself as she disappeared down an alleyway. He bit his lip and looked down as he started to head into the apartment building. Suddenly, his enhanced hearing picked up a muffled scream and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. His eyebrows furrowed as he leant back, enough to see down the street and still be in the building.

"Y/N?" he called out. He gulped, his stomach twisting as he walked down the street and into the alleyway, just to see it empty. He gulped.

"She had enough time to get out the other end of the alleyway. She's fine." He whispered, trying to reassure himself. His eyebrows furrowed as he noticed something.

"What the hell?" he mumbled as he walked towards the dumpster. He crouched down and looked at the searing hole in the side of it. He reached his fingers out to touch the rim and hissed as it was still red hot, making him jump back and stick his burning finger into his mouth.

"Ow, ow, ow." He muttered before looking at the hole. He gulped again before digging his phone out of his pocket. He clicked onto the text conversation with Y/N and typed out a message before pressing "send".

Peter: Hey, let me know when you're home and safe x.

He gulped and looked around before shoving his phone back into his pocket and walking back to the apartment building.

~The next morning~

Peter slowly opened his eyes and squinted as the morning light streamed through his bedroom window. He yawned and stretched out, the action making his bed sheets fall down his body slightly, exposing his naked chest. He looked to the side and grabbed his phone. His eyebrows furrowed as he still had no texts from Y/N. That's odd, he thought, as he typed out another message and pressed "send."

Peter: You got home okay last night? X

Peter: It's Peter, by the way. Wait, you're my girlfriend, you have my number, of course you know it's me, ha, ha x

Peter: Sorry, not trying to be clingy, all I'm asking for is one text, so that I know you're okay. Please. X

Peter sighed and sat up in bed before rubbing his hands over his face. Him and Y/N had only been dating for three months, but that was long enough for him to know that she always texted him to let him know that she'd gotten home safely. Always. He shook his head and stood up before grabbing a t-shirt and opening his bedroom door. He pulled the t-shirt on before walking out into the kitchen.

"Morning, hun." May smiled as she stood at the stove, cooking eggs.

"Hey." He mumbled, looking down at the counter as he poured out his cereal. She looked at him.

"You okay, Peter?" she asked. He sighed and looked up.

"Y/N didn't text me last night, at all, not even to let me know that she'd gotten home safely." He scoffed.

"Is that normal for her?" May asked, briefly focusing on the eggs in the pan.

"No, not at all. Even if she doesn't feel like talking, she will always tell me that she got home safely. She knows that I'll worry if she doesn't." he shook his head. May sighed.

"I wouldn't worry too much, hun. Maybe she was just busy or something. I'm sure that if something is really wrong, Mr Stark will call you. He can't go after her, so I'm sure that he'll make sure the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman does if something is wrong." She nodded, giving him a small smile. He returned it and looked down before putting his bowl of half-eaten cereal into the sink and heading back to his bedroom.

"Peter, you've barely touched that cereal." May scoffed.

"Sorry, I'm not hungry." He mumbled before shutting his bedroom door. He sighed and rested his head against the door as he closed his eyes, trying to calm down. He looked at his wardrobe and sighed as his Spiderman suit that he'd been given by Tony three months ago sat in the metal box. He gulped as he tried to decide whether or not to take it to school with him.

"No, Peter, she'll be fine, you don't need your Spidey-suit." He mumbled to himself, shaking his head as he pulled his clothes off and got dressed for school. His eyes kept flicking to his wardrobe.

"But if Tony calls, asking for you to save his daughter and your girlfriend, you need your suit." He nodded as he walked towards his wardrobe. He shook his head and put his hands against his hair.

"God's sake, Peter, take the damn suit." He spoke through gritted teeth as he grabbed the suit and stuffed it into the bottom of his backpack before zipping it up and putting it onto his back. He opened the door and headed out.

"Peter, take this."

"Ow!" he screeched as an apple hit him in the face. He looked in shock at May to see her trying not to laugh as she covered her mouth with her hands.

"May?!" he exclaimed.

"I'm so sorry, I thought that your Peter tingle would make you catch it." She spoke, trying not to laugh.

"My...my what?" he asked. She shrugged and bit her lip.

"I'm going to be late, I need to go, but we will be talking about what you said later, because I am not calling it my Peter tingle." He spoke as he opened the door.

"Well I am!" she called, making him chuckle and shake his head as he headed out.

Peter stared down at his phone, at the string of texts that he'd sent Y/N. All of which had gone unanswered.

Peter: Please, I'm starting to worry x.

Peter: At least warn me if I'm going to get a call from your dad x.

Peter: Y/N, I'm really worried about you. Text me. Please...x.

He sighed before shutting his phone off and looking up to see Ned and Michelle waiting for him at the doors of the school.

"Morning, Peter." Ned smiled as he walked up the steps towards them.

"Hey." He sighed.

"What's up with you? You look almost as depressed as I always feel." Michelle fake-pouted.

"I haven't heard from Y/N since she left mine last night, and I'm getting really worried about her." Peter spoke. He couldn't help but let his voice crack slightly as tears pricked his eyes.

"Well, why? Is she in danger?" Ned asked.

"I mean, I don't know. If anyone bad finds out that she's my girlfriend, they'll go after her for going out with Spiderman, not to mention if anyone finds out that she's Mr Stark's daughter-." His eyes widened as he realised what he had just said. Ned and Michelle stared at him with equally wide eyes.

"Oh, my god, I shouldn't have said that, you cannot tell Y/N, or her dad, that I told you that." Peter gulped.

"Are you really telling me that we're best friends with freaking Iron Man's daughter, and that you're dating her?!" Ned exclaimed.

"SHH, Ned, god." Peter groaned.

"Wait, since when does Tony Stark even have a daughter?" Michelle scoffed.

"He kept her a secret for her safety, that's why no one knows about her, but if someone somehow knows, either about me or him, she's in danger." Peter gulped.

"So, you think she was taken or something?" Michelle asked.

"I don't know. But May said that I didn't need to worry unless Mr Stark called me-." As if on cue, his cellphone started to ring. His eyes widened as Tony's face appeared on his screen.

"Oh, crap, something's wrong." He choked, looking at them.

"Hey, it's okay, just answer the call and see what he says." Ned shrugged. Peter gulped.

"Ned, go to my locker, get my web fluid and meet me in the bathroom." He nodded before pressing "accept call" and running off into the boys' bathroom.

"Mr Stark-."

"Where's my daughter, Parker?" he snapped down the phone. Peter's eyes widened.

"She didn't come home last night?" he gulped, his hand in his hair as his worst fear was coming true.

"No, she didn't. And she's not answering any of our texts or calls, I have the entire team calling her, nothing." He spoke. Peter gulped, a tear leaving his eye.

"I saw her out of my building last night and she went down an alleyway. When I went to head back in, I thought that I heard something, but when I went to check it out, the alleyway was empty, so I figured that she had just disappeared down the other side. There was nothing weird, apart from a burning hole in the side of a dumpster-."

"Wait, woah, what? There was a burning hole in the side of a dumpster in the alleyway where my daughter was last seen, and you didn't think to tell me?" Tony scoffed. Peter gulped again.

"I didn't think it was important-."

"Peter, in our line of work, everything is important. Freaking everything. FRIDAY accessed her weapons contact and retrieved footage that shows her being taken. I can't blow her cover, I need you to go after her." He spoke, making Peter nod to himself.

"Of course, Mr Stark, I'll do anything to get her back-."

"Damn right you will, that's my daughter, I can't lose her-."

"With all due respect sir, I love her, so I have a lot to lose here too." He cut him off. His eyes widened as he realised what he had just said. He gulped, listening to the painfully long pause before he heard Tony sigh.

"Have you told her that yet?" Tony asked softly, a contrast to the harsh tone that he had had only a moment ago.

"No. I've been trying to find the right time, but it feels like there may not be one now." He choked.

"Hey, hey, don't talk like that. You've been to space, kid, you're perfectly capable of rescuing Y/N from whoever it is that took her and who wants to get to us. You've got this. I believe in you." Tony admitted. Peter let out a shaky breath, his eyes red and puffy as he looked down and nodded.

"I will, Mr Stark. I'll get her back, I promise." He gulped.

"Please do, Peter. She's all that I have left." He spoke. Peter nodded again before hanging up the phone. He took a deep breath before quickly changing into his suit as Ned rushed in.

"I have your web...stuff, I don't know what you call it-woah, you okay?" Ned asked as he saw Peter's wet eyes.

"Y/N has been taken, and I need to save her. I don't know, it's just a lot of pressure." He nodded.

"You got this, dude." Ned reassured. Peter sighed and nodded before loading the web liquid into his shooters and opening the bathroom window with a web.

"Cover for me." He nodded before firing another web and flying out of the window.