Drowning In Oxygen [2] {Sequel}

~ Four ~

Peter hadn't had restraints for quite a few days now, he knew.

He hoped it was because his captors thought he had lost all energy, all hope that he could find a way out.

He scoffed.

He was freaking Peter Parker, he didn't lose hope that easily.

At least, he hoped he wouldn't lose hope anytime soon.

As per usual, he glanced around his cell, noting the differences (there weren't many).

Two spiderwebs in the corner (the thought made him shudder).

A crack on the ceiling - they wouldn't make it cave in on him, would they? Then again, the Vulture had done it once before, who was to say he wouldn't do it again?

A pair of keys left carelessly on the floor just in reach outside of the cell.

There weren't any guards - wait.

Peter's eyes brightened suddenly, and he slowly moved toward the door of his cell.

They couldn't have been that stupid... Could they?

He took a deep breath, trying to put his hand through the bars so he could reach the keys.

A small jingle as he got them.

He held his breath, hoping nobody had heard.

No footsteps.

He picked them up with his shaking hand, glancing left and right, just in case.

Still no footsteps.

He had the keys on him in the cell.

A stroke of luck.

He quietly stood up with what little strength he had left - and seeing as he was Spider-Man, he still had quite a bit left over.

He exhaled slowly, his other hand reaching up to the lock and twisting it round so he could see the keyhole.

There were only two keys.

He chose one and lifted it up to the keyhole, trying to see the size difference.

No, it couldn't be that one. It was too big.

Slowly, he put the lock down gently for a moment, trying to hold the other key without making too much noise.

Footsteps.

Eyes widening, Peter quickly and quietly went back into the corner he was in before, slipping the keys behind him.

They were coming closer.

Peter lay his head on the wall, closing his eyes and steadying his breathing.

If he just pretended he was asleep, they wouldn't think he'd seen the keys, would they?

The footsteps stopped. Peter could hear voices.

"You're telling me that you left the big key here? And it was an accident?"

"I - I'm sorry, boss, really sorry, I didn't realise how important -"

"That key opens the vault, Craig, and that vault contains something worth more than your entire life. Go back and find it."

Brain ticking, Peter quickly discovered what they were talking about.

The key - the key that wouldn't fit into the lock, that was the one they needed. They hadn't noticed that the key to his cell was missing.