I stood in the kitchen, cooking bacon as I watched Ben. I chuckled as the one-year-old boy who just looked like a baby version of his dad sat in his high chair, squealing and giggling at nothing as he stuffed Cheerios into his mouth. I smiled and bit my lip as I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist and a pair of lips gently press to my neck.
"Morning, babe." Peter sighed contently into my ear.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Yeah. Just admiring how beautiful my gorgeous wife looks making breakfast." He nodded.
"What are you after?" I chuckled.
"Nothing." He smirked as he started to bite down slightly on my neck and move his hands further down my waist and towards the edge of my jeans, making me laugh.
"No, not in front of Ben!" I laughed, Peter returning it as he placed a few more open-mouthed kisses on my neck before pulling away.
"Cheeky." I smiled, it widening as Peter winked at me before turning to his son.
"Morning, little man." He cooed. Ben squealed in response and lifted his arms, hinting that he wanted to be picked up. Peter happily complied and picked up his small son, gently bopping him up and down in his arms.
"How come you're not wearing your suit?" I asked, only just noticing that Peter wasn't wearing his Spiderman suit, but was instead wearing the dress suit that he had been given by Tony when he took over Stark Industries.
"I've got a big meeting today, and I've still packed it, but you know how I wear my shirts, like, half unbuttoned, so they'd be able to see the red and blue if I wore it underneath, and then we'd all be fu-."
"Peter." I cut off, looking at him sternly and nodding to the boy in his arms, who was obliviously chewing on his fist.
"Oh, yeah, sorry." He chuckled, gently kissing Ben's head before placing him back into his high chair.
"And with that, I have to go. See you later, babe, I love you both so much." He spoke, gently pecking my lips as he passed me.
"Have fun making the world a better place!" I called after him, making him laugh as he grabbed his briefcase and disappeared out of the front door. I sighed and walked to Ben, making him giggle as I gently stroked my fingers through the hazel curls that were identical to Peter's.
"Your dad is an amazing man, you know." I smiled, gently kissing his head before going back to the cooking.
"Yes, he is." My eyes widened and I whipped around to see two men with guns behind Ben. I gulped, my heart starting to speed up.
"Who are you?" I gulped, trying not to sound as scared as I felt. After all, Peter had trained me as well as he could for situations like this, doing things that scared the shit out of me, like taking Ben randomly without telling me and then coming back five hours later with him. At the time, I always hated him for it, but right now, I couldn't be more grateful.
"You don't need to know that, Mrs. Parker. All you need to know is that you're coming with us." One nodded.
"I'm not going anywhere without my son." I shook my head, my heart breaking as Ben started to cry.
"Did you really think that we were going to just use you against Spiderman? No. Grab the kid too, you're fucking right that he's coming with us." He scoffed. I gulped harshly, trying to stop the tears from falling as I rushed to Ben and gently picked him up as he started to scream, and his face got wetter from the tears.
"Hey, baby, it's okay, mommy has you, she's not going to let the asshole men do anything, otherwise daddy will beat the shit out of all of them." I nodded, making the main guy roll his eyes.
"Come on." He mumbled. My heart jumped as I felt him poke the gun into my back.
"Wait, my husband will know that something is wrong if I don't turn the light off." I lied. The man sighed.
"Fine, do it, but hurry up." He spoke through gritted teeth. I rolled my eyes and clicked the counter light off. When we first moved into the house, Peter had searched high and low for something obvious that I could quickly change to let him know that we were in danger. He had decided on the counter light. We always left it on, so he knew that if he came home to it being off, something was wrong.
"Now, move it. If I have to ask one more time, I'll shoot you in the back, and we'll leave your dead body right here for your husband to find." The guy spat, making me gulp and cradle Ben closer as we left the house.
Peter's P.O.V
"Babe, I'm home!" Peter yelled, putting his briefcase onto the floor as he shut the front door. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked up as he couldn't hear anything. He thought he'd come home early to surprise Y/N and Ben, and he knew for a fact that they didn't have any of those mommy and baby classes today, he had made sure that they'd be at home.
"Babe? Benny?" he called out as he wandered through to the kitchen. His eyebrows furrowed more as Y/N's phone and purse were on the counter and nothing had been cleared away, not even the Cheerios from Ben's highchair. If there were two things that Peter knew for certain about his wife and son, it was that Y/N always cleaned up the kitchen after every meal, and Ben never left any Cheerios behind. His eyes widened, his stomach twisting as he knew that something was wrong. He looked at the lamp, the sick feeling getting stronger as the light was off, telling him that something was off.
"Fuck!" he yelled as he ran his hand through his hair, trying desperately to think about what to do. Sure, he had trained both himself and Y/N for scenarios like this, but this was the first time that something had actually happened to his family. He gulped, quickly pressing the watch that Mr. Stark had given him, making his Spiderman suit start to rapidly form over his normal suit. He rushed out into the back garden and fired a web at one of the trees, launching him into the air as his mask formed over his head.
"Good afternoon, Peter, how are you-."
"Sorry, Karen, no time for chitchat, Y/N and Ben are gone." He gulped, soaring above the streets of New York.
"What do you need me to do?" she asked.
"I need you to get up Y/N's signal and track it. It should be active." He nodded, grateful that he had taken up Tony's offer of putting a tracker into Y/N's engagement ring when he had wanted to propose. She knew about it, of course.
"Y/N and Ben have been taken to the abandoned Stark Industries Compound twenty miles south from your current location." Karen spoke as Peter continued to swing above the streets.
"Redline it, please." He replied. He nodded in approval as a red line appeared in the vision of his suit and he started to follow it.
"Alright, Karen. Let's go save my family." Peter mumbled.
Y/N's P.O.V
"I swear to god, if I have to ask you one more time to get your hand off of my fucking arm, I will break it off." I snapped at the man as he dragged me into the warehouse, my arms still wrapped securely around Ben. He rolled his eyes and shoved me forward.
"Did Peter Parker know that you were this much of a bitch when he married you?" I looked forward and scowled at the main thug who had just spoken.
"If by that you mean, did he know that I stand up for myself and won't be pushed around, then, yes, he knew. That's how we met." I spat. He smirked before nodding to his minions.
"Take the boy." He demanded. My eyes widened.
"You've got another thing coming if you think that I'm going to be separated from my son." I snapped.
"You don't get a choice." He scowled as two of the other thugs ripped Ben from my grasp, making him start to cry.
"BEN! NO!" I screamed as I started to run after them, but I didn't get far as the final two thugs grabbed my arms and forced me back.
"BRING MY SON BACK RIGHT NOW!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as they carried a screaming Ben out of the warehouse.
"This is what's going to happen." The main thug nodded as the other two forced me down, sitting me onto a metal chair as they tied my hands to the frame.
"We're going to wait here for Spiderman, you're going to act as bait and are going to be a good little girl about it." He nodded as he leaned down and gently lifted my face by hooking a finger underneath my chin.
"Fuck you. I want my son back." I spat. He sighed and nodded.
"I get it. I'm a parent too. So, I promise you that if you don't give us any trouble, your son will not be harmed at all." He reassured. I scowled at him.
"If even a single hair on his head is out of place, my husband will be nothing compared to what I'll do to you." I nodded. The thug smirked and nodded as he stood back up.
"I love it when little bitches like you try to act all tough and brave, when all you really are, are scared little girls." He cackled.
"Not my wife. She means it." Suddenly the thugs behind me screamed as they were launched into the air by Peter's webs, groaning in pain as they landed back on the concrete. I took the opportunity to kick my leg out, landing it in between the main thug's legs. He groaned and grabbed his crotch, falling to the floor before a web attached to his chest. His eyes widened and he screamed as he was flung into the wall before being webbed to it. Suddenly, Peter landed in front of me, the mask disappearing into his suit as he crouched down in front of me.
"Peter." I choked as he undid the rope.
"Babe, I need you to look at me, where's Ben?" he gulped as he gently took my face and stared into my eyes with his desperate ones.
"I fought to keep him, I swear, I fought-."
"I know you did, it's okay, babe, but I need you to tell me where they took him." He nodded.
"That way, through there." I gulped, pointing to the door of the warehouse. Peter looked at it and nodded before standing up and gently kissing my head.
"Hang tight, okay? I'll be back as soon as I have him." He reassured, his mask forming over his head as he shot a web and launched himself out of the warehouse.
I sat on the cold concrete floor of the warehouse, hugging myself as I waited for Peter to come back with Ben. It had been what felt like hours since he had disappeared in search of our son, and the occasional bout of gunfire and screaming that made me flinch every time made me believe that the chances of getting my son and husband back were growing increasingly slimmer. I looked down and squeezed my eyes shut, tears leaving them at the thought.
"Look, Ben, it's mommy!" my eyes shot open and I quickly looked up. I choked and stumbled to my feet as Peter ran back into the warehouse with Ben held safely in his arms.
"Oh my god, my boys." I choked as I hugged them tightly, wrapping an arm around Peter's waist and gently holding Ben's head as I kissed it.
"Is he okay?" I gulped, checking's Ben's tear-soaked face for any injuries.
"He's fine. The thugs were literally just stood there, watching him." He chuckled slightly before looking at me.
"I'm sorry." He choked. I sighed and looked at him.
"It wasn't your fault. And I did know what I was signing up for when I married you and when I got pregnant, I knew that our family could be risked. Sure, sometimes we're in danger, but it's worth it to be with you, and have him." I nodded, looking briefly at Ben as I stroked his soft curls. Peter gave me a small smile and nodded as he kissed my head.
"I love you two, so much." He spoke.
"We love you too, Peter." I nodded before gently kissing him. He returned it, holding my waist as we kissed.
"Come on, I think we better get this little guy home." Peter chuckled as he looked at Ben. I returned it and nodded but my eyes widened as Peter fired a web.
"If you think I'm going to let you fly our son home, especially after the day we've just had, you've got another thing coming." I scoffed, making Peter laugh.
"No, I'm joking. I had EDITH drive the car here. It's just outside." He chuckled.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." I nodded, making Peter smirk and kiss my head as the three of us left the warehouse.