Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

I have a feeling not everyone will be happy with me

"Oh for the love of shit! Open the fucking door, Peter!" he he cried out, shaking the door impatiently.

Peter made no move to do so.

"If you don't open it right now Peter, I'll—"

"Peter, what's going on? Who is that? I'm on my way—"

shit.

Peter must've answered one of the calls. He hung up as soon as he heard the voice, but it was too late.

The room went quiet.

Dead silence usually was never a good thing. That didn't seem to change much at this point. His senses were flying off the charts. It was as if he was being strung over a sea of lava by a bacon rope on a ship full of dogs.

Something was bound to happen.

Peter assumed Skip must've been thinking about something. If he could just crawl to the ceiling and get to one of the tiles..

"Who was that Peter?"

It sounded as if he was talking to a little kid.

The door slammed open, splinters of wood flying like small knives at the wall.

"Who the hell was that" Skip demanded, much harsher this time, stalking over to Peter faster than he could've scrambled away. He grabbed his arm and yanked him forward, initiating eye contact.

Peter felt powerless. He was at Skip's mercy. He was too scared to even move. His mouth just bobbed up and down, the largest movement being his hand flexing in pain.

"Answer me!" He roared into Peter's ear, as if Peter didn't hear him the first time it was hammered at his head.

The phone rang again.

Skip's attention was diverted for a moment, reaching for the phone, long enough for Peter to weasel past him.

This might actually be his last chance to get out.

Skip looked like he was out for blood today, and Peter didn't like his chances with how locked up he got by the mere horrid smell.

He bolted down the hallways, ignoring the shouts that seemed to haunt him as he swiveled around corners. Once he'd spotted the light from the outside, he had a moment of relief.

That was before everything went dark, of course.

-

At first, Tony was concerned that Peter had an attack at school.

Once he'd been hung up on for the fourth time though, Tony began to seriously get stressed out.

It wasn't until he forced the line through (via Friday), that he'd gotten all suited up and went out on the hunt.

"If you don't open it right now Peter, I'll—"

"Peter, what's going on? Who is that? I'm on my way—"

It ended. Just like that, it ended.

Once he was aware that there was someone else there, he understood why Peter kept hanging up.

What did they want with Peter? What door separated them? There was a small assurance that there was at least some sort of separation between the kid and whoever the hell Tony was going to murder, but he knew it probably wouldn't last long.

What if it was Tony's fault that Peter had been caught in the first place?? What if he'd been trying to stay silent and Tony gave him away? How long would it take him to get there, and could Peter hold out until then?

Tony tried having faith in Peter, but the idea of him being a literal child did not help.

Whoever was slamming against whatever door Peter was stuck behind, Tony would be damned if he didn't do anything about it.

Blasters set for the school in seconds, he felt rotten at the ten minutes to took to arrive from the 30 minute drive.

That had nothing on how deep his heart sunk down to his stomach when he saw the residue of the entrance though.

A bomb had gone off.

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Yknow what, I think it was very sexy of me to finally advance to this part.

I wanted it to be a bit more impactful, but I'm also trying to be a little kinder to some of the readers who might be affected by the story itself. I hope you're all enjoying it though (as tragic as it may be).😳

Anywhoosies, I hope your days are going great today, otherwise I will make sure that the sun never sets again, and that you'll never have the cover of night to protect you while you're reading fan fics (:

Love you all 💛💛💛

Sincerely, someone who should probably get some help