IMAGINE!

 Peter had been listening to the audio recording placed on the desk in front of him for far too long. It was a recording of you, he was sure of it. He knew that voice anywhere, but he couldn't be sure to his gut as you were crying. Peter would be lying to himself if he said he'd never heard you cry before because you had many times when you were with him. But there was something different about you. 

"What have you done with her?" Peter's voice was demanding, edging forward slightly towards the man knows as Vulture, contrary to popular belief. 

"Me? Nothing, Peter, but I guess you could ask... What is it that you're not doing?" he smirked. Before Peter could process the question, a harsh bang from behind him echoed throughout the building, Peter's head snapping back to see the detached suit flying towards him. Quickly, Peter lept into the air, watching the suit fly below him before landing on his feet. 

"You missed!" 

"Oh, did I?" The man turned slightly, Peter followed his gaze as the suit continued to destroy the podiums keeping the building afloat. As the last wall was knocked down, there you were, tied to a brick stand, mouth covered with duct tape and hair a mess. Peter felt his heart jump as the ceiling scattered debre on the floor before collapsing completely, an antagonising yell leaving both your lips as you were flushed out of sight.