"This is all your fault." I huffed as I sat with my back against Peter's, our hands tied behind our backs.

"How was I supposed to know that it was a trap?!" he exclaimed, turning his face to look at me but because of the way that we were tied up, we could only look over our shoulders and slightly at the other person.

"Did your Spidey senses pick up that something was wrong?" I asked. There was a pause.

"No." he mumbled.

"Did Karen sense that something was wrong?" I asked again.

"How the hell did you hear that-."

"You're not the only one with heightened senses, did Karen sense that something was wrong?" I repeated. Another pause.

"No." he sighed.

"Exactly." I nodded, making Peter groan and lull his head back, making it rest against mine.

"I can't believe they took our masks. That's a dick move." He scoffed.

"I'm not trying to worry you, but they probably did it to expose our real identities." I spoke. Peter looked over his shoulder at me.

"You think?" he groaned.

"Why else would they take our masks, Pete?" I sighed, also not very fond of the idea that my secret identity might be exposed by a group of assholes. Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from Peter's direction.

"Oh, come on, man, you're going to stretch it out!" Peter whined. I turned my head as much as I could and couldn't help but choke on a laugh as one of the guys walked in with a camera in his hands, and Peter's mask on his head.

"This thing is cool, bro." the man chuckled, nodding before crouching down in front of Peter.

"Smile for the camera." The guy spoke.

"I'm not doing that." he shook his head before looking at me.

"You ready to get out of here?" he asked.

"Let's do it." I nodded.

"Great." Peter returned my nod before raising his foot and kicking the man in the face, making him groan as he fell back.

"Jump." Peter spoke, both of us jumping into the air as best as we could being tied to chairs. We landed, our combined super-strength breaking the chairs so that we were free.

"Incoming!" I yelled, alerting Peter to the presence of the other thugs. I knelt down and slammed my hand against the ground, making the ground break and making the men fall down.

"I'll take that back." Peter nodded as he jumped and flipped over the thug who he had kicked, grabbing the mask and pulling it off of his face as he went.

"Yoink!" he yelled, landing swiftly with one hand on the ground as he pulled his mask back on before starting to fight the other thugs. I kicked one in the stomach, sending him back as another one grabbed my arms from behind and pulled them behind my back.

"Oh, no you don't." I scoffed before jumping. I launched myself into the air and over the man, using my strength to force my arms out of his grip before grabbing his shoulders and pulling him harshly to the ground as I landed, knocking him out. I turned around and my eyes widened as one of the thugs swung his fist out at me. I dodged it with ease and swung my own fist out, hitting his nose and making him groan as he cupped it.

"Where's my mask, asshole?" I spat as I grabbed him by his collar, not in the slightest bit intimidated by the foot height difference between us as I pulled him down to my height.

"Bite me, little girl." He smirked. I punched him again, making him groan as I hauled him back down.

"Want to try again?" I scoffed.

"Bite. Me." He repeated.

"Wrong answer." Peter spoke as he landed on the ceiling beam above the guy. He fired two webs at the guy's shoulders, making the guy scream as Peter attached the webs to the beam, holding the thug in the air.

"Butch has it! Don't hurt me again, please." He begged.

"I know which one that is!" Peter exclaimed excitedly as he shot a web and started to swing towards the other thugs that were now tied up in the warehouse. I looked back at the man hung up by his shoulders in front of me.

"This is for thinking that I can't defend myself." I spat before kicking up and into his crotch. He screamed out again, holding his crotch as I walked towards Peter to see him hanging upside down in front of the one named Butch. Peter pulled my mask out of the thug's pocket before throwing it to me.

"Thanks." I nodded, pulling it on as Peter jumped down and looked at me.

"You ready to call the cops on this lot and then go to Delmar's?" he asked.

"Let's do it." I nodded, looking at the half a dozen thugs who, between Peter and I, were either knocked unconscious or webbed up somewhere. Peter held out his fist, making me smile as I fist-bumped him. He returned the smile and swung his arm over my shoulder, pulling me closer as we walked out of the warehouse.