TW: mentions of death, mentions of trauma.

I stood in the kitchen, starting to make dinner as I waited for Peter to get home from work. Suddenly, I heard the door open and then gently close, making me look up.

"Pete?" I called out, my eyebrows furrowing as I didn't hear anything in response. That wasn't normal. I wiped my hands on a tea towel before heading out into the main bit of my apartment. I gulped, nerves starting to fill my stomach as there were no signs of Peter having come home. Leaving me with no explanation as to why I heard the door open and then close. I gulped as I took my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it, my now shaking hands working as fast as they could to get to Peter's number. I clicked on his number and held the phone to my ear. Suddenly, two hands grabbed me from behind, making my eyes widen as one arm wrapped around my waist and the other hand covered my mouth. I screamed as much as I could with the hand over my mouth and dropped my phone as the thug lifted me up. I screamed louder and kicked my legs out in a desperate attempt to get out of the man's grip as he carried me to the dining table and forced me down onto one of the chairs.

"Get the fuck off of me." I spat, continuing to kick out as the second guy went behind me and harshly pushed my wrists together as he wrapped rope around them.

"Not until you tell us everything that we want to know about Spider-Man." The first guy snapped as he stood in front of me. My eyes widened in an attempt to fake ignorance as I looked up at him.

"What the fuck am I supposed to know about Spider-Man?! All I know is that he's now back, and I'm pretty sure that everyone in Queens knows that." I nodded sarcastically.

"Oh, and he just so happened to come back after you wrote that article about that woman's son having been saved if he was here?" he scoffed. My jaw clenched, my blood boiling as I had no doubt that these fuckers were with the same person who had murdered MJ and kidnapped me only a couple of months ago, so there was a lot more to them wanting to find Peter than just killing him because he was Spider-Man. But I wasn't supposed to know that, and so I had to continue playing ignorant. Even if my entire being was begging me to grab a knife and rip their hearts out of their chests for what they did to MJ and what they were now doing to us.

"Yes." I returned the scoff as I tried to lie my way through this interrogation. He scowled at me as he raised his fist and drove it down, making me groan and my head turn as it collided with my jaw. I coughed, feeling blood in my mouth as I looked back at the man.

"So, what? You fucking him? You giving him a sweet piece of that ass? I can't see any other reason why you'd risk your life and lie for him." He smirked sickeningly as he leant down and placed his hands on my thighs. I clenched my jaw, determined to not show this asshole any fear as I stared right back at him.

"Go fuck yourself." I spat. His smirk widened and he nodded as he stood up.

"Nah, I'd rather fuck you." He shrugged, making me gulp. Suddenly, the sound of keys jingling could be heard on the other side of the door. My eyes widened, as did the thug's.

"Shit, grab her!" he hissed to the other guy as he ran into the kitchen and out of sight. I groaned, still struggling against the robe as the other thug picked up the chair that I was sitting on and carried it into the kitchen. I gulped as he put me down and put a hand over my mouth, making me groan as the front door opened and Peter walked in slowly. He looked around cautiously, his Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes flicked to my phone that was abandoned on the floor.

"Babe? You here?" he called out, his tone telling me that he knew that something was wrong. I gulped and looked up at the man, both of their eyes being trained on Peter and therefore distracted from me. If I was quick enough, I could yell to Peter and warn him, but I'd have to be fast. Fuck it, I thought as I quickly whipped my head to the side, making the thug's hand slip from my mouth.

"PETER, RUN!" I screamed, making Peter's eyes widen as he turned around and sprinted out of the apartment.

"For fucks' sake." The main thug spat as he put his hand back over my mouth. I groaned and continued to kick out as the thug holding me untied me but kept his arms around me so that I couldn't escape.

"Well done, you stupid bitch. You've just made yourself into bait." The main thug smirked, making my eyes widen as the other one hauled me up and started to carry me to the door. My heart was in my stomach, my whole body going numb as I was carried away from the safety of Peter. The last time that I'd been used as bait, my best friend had been killed. Except for this time, it was just me. Tears pricked my eyes as the thugs hauled me out of the apartment and down the hallway, something telling me that this was not going to end well.

Peter's P.O.V

Peter's cab pulled up outside of Y/N's apartment building, making the boy sigh in relief at the fact that in just a few short minutes, he'd be back home and in the arms of the love of his life.

"Thanks, man." Peter smiled as he gave the cab driver a ten-dollar bill before grabbing his briefcase and climbing out of the cab. Suddenly, his phone started to vibrate in his trouser pocket. He dug it out and immediately smiled as Y/N's face and number appeared on the screen.

"Hey, babe." Peter chuckled, putting the phone to his ear as he walked into the apartment building. But he got no response, making his eyebrows furrow.

"Y/N?" he mumbled. His eyes widened and his heart plummeted to his feet as he heard Y/N scream before he heard the phone being dropped.

"Y/N, can you hear me?! Shit, shit, shit." He cursed as he sprinted through the lobby and started to run up the stairs. He hung up the phone and stuffed it back into his pocket as he frantically ran up the stairs, his feet taking three steps at a time as he rushed up to Y/N's floor. He ran along the hallway but slowed down as he reached the door. He knew that whatever had happened, he couldn't put Y/N in danger by rushing in, all guns blazing. He took a deep breath and dug out the keys that Y/N had had cut for him, the metal jingling together. He put the key into the lock and opened the door, cautiously looking around as he walked into the apartment. He looked around tentatively, his Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes flicked to Y/N's phone that was abandoned on the floor. If he hadn't have known that something was wrong before, he definitely knew it now.

"Babe? You here?" he called out, his mind hoping that his suspicious tone would alert Y/N to the fact that he knew that something was wrong.

"PETER, RUN!" Y/N suddenly screamed, making Peter's eyes widen as he turned around and sprinted out of the apartment.

"For fucks' sake." He heard one of the thugs spit as he raced out of the apartment and back down the hallway. Peter quickly hid behind the corner but stayed there so that he could follow the men once they took Y/N. He peeked his head around the corner, staying hidden as the men wrestled Y/N out of the apartment. He raised the watch that Mr Stark had given him to his lips.

"Karen, you there?" he whispered.

"I'm always here, Peter." She responded.

"I'm going to fire a web at Y/N, put a tracker in it. I don't want to risk losing her if I can't keep up with those guys." He mumbled and continued to watch as the men pulled a still fighting Y/N along the hallway.

"The tracker is ready, Peter." Karen informed. The boy nodded to himself, making sure that the men wouldn't see him as he stepped out and extended his arm. The action made his suit jacket sleeve move up his forearm, revealing his web shooter as he shot the web. It stuck to Y/N's back, the action going unnoticed by all three of them as Y/N was forced around the corner and out of sight.

Peter swung from building to building on his webs, his body now completely covered in his Spider-Man suit as he tracked where the thugs were taking Y/N. His eyebrows furrowed as he continued to follow the red line in his vision that was tracking Y/N's movements.

"Karen, are you sure that this is where the signal is going?" he asked.

"I'm sure." She responded. Peter gulped, a sick feeling overtaking his stomach as he recognised the route, and knew exactly where Y/N was being taken. She was being taken to the exact place where her and MJ were taken, all of those years ago.

"I've got a bad feeling about this, Karen." Peter gulped as he dropped down towards the gap in the street that led to where Y/N was.

Y/N's P.O.V

My heart almost pounded through my chest, butterflies of dread and nervousness in my stomach as the thugs had taken me to where MJ and I had been taken the day that she had died.

"Why did you bring me here? There's fuck all here." I scoffed as I tried not to portray how traumatising this situation was.

"Surely you remember the place where we murdered your best friend." The main thug smirked. My eyes widened as I looked at him. I knew exactly what was going on, and it was fucking killing me to plead ignorance and pretend that I didn't know who these assholes were, but if I gave up now and admitted to knowing that there was something deeper going on, at best, they'd go underground and we'd lose the drop on them, and at worst, well...at worst, they'd cut their losses and I'd end up dead. I had to continue pretending that Peter and I weren't onto them, especially if we wanted to find out who they had been working for all of this time.

"No...it wasn't you, no....you took us?" I choked, the emotions being real as I once again came face-to-face with my best friend's murderers.

"Bingo." He nodded. I clenched my jaw, my blood starting to boil. Even if I couldn't admit to knowing that I knew who they were and what they'd done, I could still swing my fucking hardest for them.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I screamed as I lunged at him. I cried out as the other thug grabbed me from behind and hauled me up as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Wow, you're a lot feistier this time around." He chuckled. I screamed out again, only making the man's gruesome smirk widen as his minion held me back.

"Wait a second...what the fuck is this?" he mumbled as he pulled something off of my back. He held it up, making all of our eyes widen as he held up a web-covered tracking chip. My lips curled into a smirk.

"Shit, he's here." The main thug hissed as he looked up and pointed his gun at the top of holes above. I cried out slightly, the thug that was holding me jerking me about like a rag doll as both of them looked up at the ceiling and pointed their weapons up at a futile attempt to try and spot Peter.

"Not quite, guys." They yelled and looked back down, my eyes widening as Peter wasn't where his voice had just come from.

"To the right." They turned around again, a cry leaving my lips at the thug jerking me about so harshly, but I was also trying not to laugh at the fact that my boyfriend was so clearly toying with them.

"Not your right, my right." The thug turned around again, making my eyes widen as Peter launched his foot into his chest. The thug fell to the floor instantly, groans leaving his lips as the thug holding me stared at Peter with wide eyes.

"Stay the fuck back, or I'll put a bullet in her pretty little head." He smirked, making me gulp harshly as he put the gun to my head and started to walk us backwards.

"See, I don't think that you'll do that, because you still need her to use against me, right? You know, since you're so sure that we're linked." Peter chuckled mockingly as he walked towards us with his hands placed sassily on his hips.

"Don't worry, Peter Parker. The boss knows plenty about both of you to not need her to get to you." He nodded. My eyes widened, as did Peter's white ones as the comment hit both of us like a truck. My heart plummeted to my feet, my entire body feeling like it had just had all of the air knocked out of it as Peter slowly lowered his hands from his waist.

"What...what did you just say?" He scoffed quietly.

"Have fun killing another one of your girlfriends." The thug smirked, making my eyes widen further as he removed his arm from around me but instead pushed me. Right over the edge of the hole in the concrete that MJ had fallen through. Fuck.

"Y/N, NO!" Peter screamed as the boy dived after me. He shot a web after me, the elastic material quickly attaching to my torso. He yanked on it, making me yelp out at the force as he collided with me and tightly wrapped his arms around my waist so that we were falling together. His white eyes moved past me before widening. I saw his Adam's apple bob in a gulp, making my heart jump as he looked at me. What the fuck was about to happen?

"I'm sorry." He choked before turning us around in the air so that he was falling underneath me with his arms still wrapped around me. My eyes moved past him, them widening as I saw what he was seeing. That we were about to collide with the concrete.

"Peter, NO!" I screamed. But it was too late. Peter cried out as his back collided harshly with the concrete floor, his arms still protectively holding me on top of him as we landed. My eyes widened and I looked down at the boy as his arms limply fell to his sides.

"Peter, fuck, are you okay?" I choked, tears pricking my eyes as he didn't answer and just lay unmoving underneath me. I gulped and shook my head, my trembling hands rising to pull the bottom of his mask out from his neck before pulling it up so that I could see his face.

"Peter, wake up, please!" I cried as I saw his shut eyes. I gulped and took a deep breath as I desperately tried to think about what to do. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head. Peter wouldn't like it, but it was either this or I let him die underneath me. And I wasn't about to let him die. I reached down and started to search Peter's suit belt, desperately trying to find his phone. I grabbed it and unlocked it before scrolling along to the only person who I could think to ask for help with shaky fingers. I clicked on the contact and quickly put the phone to my ear.

"Hi, I know that I shouldn't be calling, but I need help, Peter's in a bad way and I don't know who else to turn to." I choked, my stomach flipping as I waited for their response. I choked again and looked down.

"Thank you, thank you so much." I gulped before I quickly hung up and grabbed Peter.

"Come on, Pete, I'm going to get you help." I nodded, though mainly in reassurance for myself as I hooked his arm over my shoulder and forced myself to lift him up.