Fuck your gender binary

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Third P.O.V
Despite what Tony and Steve thought, Wade did know of Peter's disappearance. However, he only knew that because he was informed of Spider-Man's capture.

"Your services will not be needed anymore. We've taken matters into our own hands since you are too incompetent to do a single task."

How could he have been so stupid!? He should have known the people who hired him to hunt down Spider-Man would eventually step in. He was currently on the hunt for the man who had called him about the job. If anyone knew who wanted Spider-Man dead, it would definitely be that man.

Third P.O.V
It was dark. It was dark, and it was quiet. The only sound in the room was of Peter's wheezing breaths. His mask was still on his face, but he didn't know how long that would last. He had no idea if he would even make it out of this alive. Peter was used to taking on robbers, purse snatchers, the occasional aggressive man with anger issues who talked with his fists, not a big fucking crime boss.

The lights in the dark room finally flicked on. Even though the bulb was barely working, the light still blinded Peter. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, Peter was face to face with one of Mr.Kingpins goons.

"You're lucky we have orders to keep you alive," one of them said approaching the young superhero,"if not, I'd end your life right here right now."

"Kinda easy since I'm tied to a chair," Peter snarled back,"where's the fun in that?"

The other guard was still standing by the door. Peter heard him scoff before saying,"You really are Stark's kid huh?"

Peter prayed his shock couldn't be seen through his mask. How could they know that? How could they know that?

"Do you think if I were Iron Man's kid he'd let me have such a cheap suit?" Peter tried to joke. There is no way that they actually know that. How could they? Not even his own parents knew about his super hero persona.

"You can lie all you want," the near the door taunted,"but we know who you are, Peggy Stark-Rogers."

Peter had to bite back the scoff he wanted to let out. Of course, not only would he be kidnapped, but of course said kidnappers also had to fucking deadname him. Fucking great.

"I'm literally a man," Peter argued," if that's who I supposedly am then somethings not checking out."

"Why don't we check?" the one close to Peter said pulling a switch blade out of his back pocket.

Oh fuck that!

As the man approached him with the switchblade, Peter surfed his head foreword colliding into the man's arm causing him to drop the knife. Before either of the men could react, Peter used all his strength to jump up with the chair praying it would smash into pieces when it hits the ground, and luckily it did.

Peter wasn't completely free, the bits of the chair were still loosely tied around his arms and legs, but he was mobile and that's all that mattered. With the part of the chair still tied to his wrist, he flung it at the man still standing to also knock him onto the ground. With the little web fluid he had left, he webbed one of their wrists each onto the concrete beneath them.

As he left the little room he was contained in, he noticed that he was in a storage unit. An abandoned one at that if all the cobwebs and debris scattered around was anything to go by. With no knowledge of where he was actually going, Peter began to run. He had no idea where he was going, but there had to be some type of exit somewhere.

He felt absolutely trapped in the maze of storage units. At every turn Peter was met with the disappointment of more long hallways with no end in sight. Just as he was about to take yet another turn, his spidey senses kicked in. He's feet stopped immediately at the feeling, however, due to his shit he ended up sliding into the wall in front of him. The impact hurt to say the least, and as he fell onto the floor he looked over to his left to see none other than Kingpin himself talking with 3 more of his goons. Unfortunately for Peter, the 4 of them saw him slam right into the wall and were now approaching him. Luckily, Peter was quick to recover and started running again.

As the chase was happening, Peter took that time to finally get rid off the pieces of chair still around him. With every piece he was able to take off he threw at the four to try and slow them down. However, as Peter kept running, he soon realized that he was somehow at the back of the storage unit. With one fatal turn, Peter was at a legitimate dead end.

"No where to run spider boy," Kingpin said blocking his only way out.

For once, Peter was the one who felt like the fly trapped in the spiders web ironically enough. Peter hated irony in moments like these.

"No," Peter said trying to buy himself some time to come up with some type of plan,"no I guess there's not. You don't happen to have a trap door right here do you? Because that would help me out a lot." God he's spending too much time with Wade.

Kingpin didn't laugh at his attempt at humor. More of his henchmen came running in behind him, armed this time with different types of guns. Peter felt a wave of pure fear run through his body when he saw them all aimed at him. He had no web fluid, no plan, and no hope. Before he could even think about his next move, a gun shot went off.

A/N: did you miss me?