Peter Parker one shots // ft. irondad and the avengers

Kidnapped

Peter had a great day. He caught the subway in time, nailed his algebra test and Flash was absent. He started to doubt his Parker Luck, but of course, he spoke too soon. As he was rushing to an empty alley to change into his suit, his Spidey-Sense tingled and something hit his head. Everything went black. 

No, he wasn't unconscious, that hit was like a love tap to him, but he couldn't see anything. Someone had put a bag over his head and was carrying him. He could've escaped if he wanted, but he decided to have some fun.

He was sitting, probably in a truck, and he could feel people surrounding him. He focused on their heartbeats and counted 6. They obviously didn't know about his secret identity, otherwise they would've hit him harder, and wouldn't have tied his hands with an average rope.

'Ugh. Amateurs.' he sighed in his head.

"Hey guys." 

They stopped talking and he heard their heads turning to him all at once.

"How are you conscious ?" One of them barked, but Peter knew he was scared. His heartbeat was as fast as the others'.

"Are you kidding ? That hit wouldn't have killed a fly. No offense, but you're not great at the whole kidnapping thing."

"Shut up !"

He received a kick in the ribs.

"Oh, come on, did you even listen to what I just said ? I'm so hurt. Emotionally, not physically. Just to be clear."

He could feel their anger rising.

"So, what are your names ?"

"We're not gonna tell you our names, idiot."

"Do you even know my name ? Or did you just decide to kidnap a random kid in the streets ?

They didn't answer.

"I take that as a yes. I am so honored. So, what made you choose me ? How am I special ? Is it because-"

"Shut up !" One of them shouted and punched him in the face. Peter didn't make a sound.

"We've been in here for a long time. I'm bored. Where are we going ? Can we stop at Delmar's ? It's the best sandwiches in Queens, and I'm hungry. See, I didn't have time to go to the groceries store yesterday, so I had to buy lunch at school. I thought I had 10 dollars with me but I only had 5 so I-"

He was interrupted by one of the kidnappers screaming in frustration, "Stop talking !"

Another one groaned, "Can we just set him free ? I can't take it anymore."

"No." The leader, Peter presumed, said, "I know he's a pain in the ass, but we need the money."

"Wait. Did you kidnap me because you want money ?" he started to laugh, "I should probably tell you, I'm broke. I told you I didn't even have 10 dollars, so I had to-"

"We heard the story, please don't tell it again." One of them almost pleaded.

"Hey !" Peter said, offended, "You should know I'm an amazing story teller. In fact, I-"

"Shut up." The leader cut him off, "You may not have money, but your parents probably do."

"My parents are dead." The boy deadpanned.

Silence.

"Well, this is awkward..." He said.

"Your parents are dead ?"

"Yeah. It was really hard in the beginning. I mean, I was 4 but still, you know. I lived with my uncle and aunt until-"

"Ha ! We'll take your uncle's money."

"Yeah, he's also dead."

Silence.

"Your aunt's ?"

"Yeah, you could. But we don't have a lot of money. Bills and taxes... You know how it is. Or do you ? Anyways, you know Midtown High School ? I go there, but only because I got a scholarship. It's pretty cool. I don't understand why people say it's hard, I find it okay. I love science, math, and all that. I had an algebra test today, nailed it."

"Oh God." One of them buried their face in their hands.

"I'm sorry, am I bothering you ? Because as far as I know, you guys are the ones kidnapping me. I swear, people have no manners nowadays." Peter rolled his eyes even though they couldn't see it.

"Just shut up."

"Alright, but are we there yet ? Where are we going anyways ? I assume, not to Delmar's."

"Shut up."

"I'm kind of in a rush, my best friend is waiting for me. We have to build his new LEGO set. Do you like LEGOs ? I love them. I also love Star Wars. And the set we're building is the Death Star. So it's even better ! But I don't want him to start without me so if we could go faster..."

"Shut up."

"And I'm still hungry, by the way. My stomach is literally begging for food. I'll take anything. Do you have coffee ? I love coffee. But I'm not allowed to drink any. I don't know why. Maybe because last time I did, I couldn't sleep for three days straight. Then I slept for three days straight. Do you guys like coffee-"

"Enough !" The leader yelled, "J--Just get out of the truck. Now !"

"But- We've been driving for a long time now, how will I get home ? I can't take the subway, I told you I've got no money."

"We turned around when you started talking about your algebra test. We're still in Queens. I'm gonna untie the rope and you're gonna get out, and never talk to us again. Understood ?"

"Yep." Peter nodded, "I'm just gonna miss you guys, we had fun, didn't we ?"

No answers.

"Ouch... Unrequited love, got it. I read a book with this trope. It was about a girl who-"

"GET OUT !"

"Alright, sorry."

He stood up and as one of the kidnappers was about to cut the rope off, he separated his wrists and broke it.

"I think I've got it. But thank you."

He pulled the bag off his head and finally saw the bewildered faces of his kidnappers.

"Woah... You guys were so much more handsome in my head. No offense."

He opened the door and got out.

"So, I guess this is it. Personally, I had a great time. If any of you want my number-"

The truck left.

"So much for being friendly." Peter sighed and headed home.