Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Llama

Tough luck, I'm holding onto it until further notice

Baby Goat

):

Tiny Snark

Don't do this to me

Not now

Baby Goat

)':

Tiny Snark

Until. Further. Notice.

Baby Goat

We will discuss this tomorrow if my assassin I hired fails.

Tiny Snark

For who, me or you?

Peter?

Peter, pick up the damn phone right now I swear to gods

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Peter took the first swing of the night, gliding across the streets. Wind in his hair and freedom at the tip of his toes. Technically in more way than one. Falling would mean freedom of this realm, but letting them glide and running on the rooftops held just as much power.

He mostly just waved hello to strangers in the street, tried to help people who looked lost, and wandered around in some stores for a bit in hopes of catching a shoplifter or photo with some late night sad stranger who needed a grounding point.

Every so often, he'd catch sight of a fight or some shady business, like right now.

The four legged sticky hand was holding his side tightly, gasping for air. Mask torn off at the base and random points, he attempted to regain focus. The room- or, what's left of it, was spinning to fast for him to handle. He couldn't move, and all he could hear was ringing and shouting.

Too loud.

Someone yanked him by the collar fabric from his hiding spot, harshly slamming Peter's head into a desk.

"Where is she?!?" The man above him shouted in his ear, holding a gun to Peter's head.

For context, Peter was pretty sure he'd just removed a victim of human trafficking right in the middle of a deal. He'd swung her far enough away to get to the police, but Pete had to be sure that there wasn't anyone else left. That's what drove him back into the fancy hotel building.

The girl had come up to him while he helped a blind man to his room, asking for help. It was subtle, and all she needed was a hand in carrying bags, but Peter recognized the look she held. He didn't know where from, but it was a prominent sign of something wrong.

After getting her out of there, he told her to get to the police and write down the address for them, expecting police sirens at any moment.

What he didn't expect was the huge explosion that took out half the lobby. The half he was in. Along with half of the reception, half of the staff, and half of the visitors. So far as he could tell, no one was dead yet (thank Thor), but too many were still in the line of fire for Peter to allowing himself to just dodge bullets.

That brings us to The Now. Parker-Man could feel his side aching with fresh burns, and the previous pains clawing for attention. Blood dripped from his lips as he allowed the man to keep slamming his head into the now broken desk.

"I saw you take her, where is she? What did you do with her?!?" The man repeated, throwing Peter against the wall in anger.

Peter was in too much pain to think. Lovely played on his headphones, something he regretting leaving on.