Hello all, so this was just a little idea that popped into my head a while back and I had to get down. It'll be a couple chapters long, but there won't be any sequels - if I write any more superfamily stories, it'll be in a different verse. Anyways, hope you enjoy and reviews are always welcome! :)

I do not own The Amazing Spiderman or The Avengers.

Chapter 1

Peter Parker had never been properly kidnapped before. Sure he'd been captured for brief amounts of time as Spiderman, but as Peter Parker, son of Tony Stark and Steve Rogers, it had never happened. Until now, that is. Of course, it was completely his fault for trying to be a hero when he wasn't suited up. It had all started because Gwen had been threatened, and really, how was he expected to stand back and let someone threaten his girlfriend? The armed criminals – armed with what Peter soon discovered to be military grade weaponry – stormed the high school with professional ease, and Peter's first thought had been of Gwen. She was supposed to be in Chemistry, a classroom a few doors down from the Biology room he was in, and he instantly made to find her. As the daughter of the police chief she was a prime target and there was no way he could leave her alone. Of course, he was aware that being the son of two of the worlds biggest superheroes made him even more of a target, but it didn't really matter because he also knew he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. Or so he thought. He'd only just managed to sneak into the lab attached to the chemistry lab Gwen was in when he heard one of the criminals voices call out.

"Sir! Gwen Stacy is in here! Captain Stacy's daughter!" he'd felt the rage burn in his blood when he heard Gwen's sound of complaint, and risked a glance through the window to see her yanked to her feet, the rest of the class cowering back. He glanced around, cursing the fact that he didn't have his suit on hand. His backpack was in his locker because he'd been planning on skipping out halfway through biology to pick up some supplies for a new webbing he'd been thinking about, and leaving his backpack in his locker would make it less obvious he was leaving when he excused himself from class. Unfortunately, his locker was on the other side of the school and he didn't have time for that. He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone. Looking around the room, he dialled the number he knew would call someone more likely to be reasonable than panicked in this situation.

"Peter." his aunt Natasha's voice was clipped but he recognized the warmness in her greeting, and he could tell she was outside from the background noise. "Why are you calling me during school?" he didn't answer right away, looking for the chemicals in the classroom that he knew would make a bright distraction but wouldn't harm anybody. He just needed enough time to get Gwen away.

"Hey aunt Tasha. Bit of a problem at the high school." he pressed the phone against the door where sharp orders were being handed out to the student and then back to his ear.

"How many men?" the switch from warm to professional always amazed him, and Peter shrugged before he realized she couldn't see him, pouring the chemicals he wanted in a beaker.

"Dozens, at least. All with military weaponry. They have Gwen, guess they recognized her as a good hostage, but they're clearly looking for someone else."

"Don't let them see you." Was his aunt's sharp order, and Peter sighed, shaking the bottle in his grasp. "I've already turned the tracker in my phone on. I'm going to put my phone in my pocket. I've made a makeshift flash bomb, but I've got to get Gwen out." his aunt gave a huff, but didn't argue, clearly knowing it would be ineffective.

"As soon as you've thrown it, get her out, but don't get within range. You've got your dad's smarts – use them. But stay out of harms way. I'm already on my way. I'll call in backup. And Peter?" he paused, waiting for her to continue before he opened the door. "Try not to get yourself hurt. Your fathers will kill me." he gave a short laugh before dropping his phone back in his pocket. Taking a deep breath and wishing once again he had his costume, he opened the door.

"Gwen! Down!" he shouted, throwing the beaker at the ceiling, shielding his face when it exploded in a bright flash of light. He leapt forward immediately as smoke filled the room after the bright flash, finding Gwen easily. "Through the other lab." he ordered on a whisper, shoving her towards it and listening with half an ear as she began ushering the others through to the next room even as he spun around. Without even a thought he leapt towards the closest man who'd grabbed Gwen, twisting the weapon out of his hand and then grabbing the back of his head and bashing it off one of the lab counters. He was moving again in an instant, flinching as the sound of bullets rang out where he'd just been. He leapt high, pushing off the wall to roll over his next target, flipping him over as he came down, knocking him out with the first guys weapon. There were only two other guys in the room, but he knew the hallway was still teeming with more men.

"Come on," he taunted, unable to help himself, "Is that all you boys have got? And against a teenager. Really, you'd think you'd be better." he flipped around again, but the smoke was starting to clear and he knew he had to get out of there soon. He managed to duck behind one guy before the other one shot, and was once again shocked by the stupidity of some villains. Did they never even consider that they would be killing their fellow comrades or did they just not care? Losing his barrier, he dove for a counter, ducking behind it as the person began to shoot. Without hesitation, Peter grabbed the empty beakers and lobbed them between bursts of bullets, catching the guy off guard and sending his ducking from the shards of broken glass. Without missing a beat, Peter turned on the gas for one of the burners, allowing it to fill up the room as he leapt on the desk, quickly pushing aside one of the ceiling tiles and clambering in. The bullets followed close behind him and he moved as quickly as he could away from the scene. Then he got outcome he wanted. One of the bullets ricocheted and created a spark, igniting the gas. The classroom exploded and Peter felt the heat, scrambling away from it as fast as he could, dropping into a classroom two rooms over to clear the blast. Unfortunately, he'd been so worried about escaping the explosion that he hadn't payed any attention to the room he'd dropped into. He was faced with six of the men, and for a moment, they all stood frozen, staring at each other. Then one of the masked men moved, and Peter took a closer look at their outfits; kevlar, masks made of something much thicker than cotton ski masks, and combat boots. These men were fully outfitted, but regardless, it was becoming more and more obvious that their goals went beyond raiding a high school.

"We've got Peter Parker!" one of the men shouted into his radio, and Peter's instant reaction was to scoff.

"Not yet you don't." he darted for the door, only just making it through before a they were racing after him, and he ducked just in time to not be caught by the first round shot at him. Of course, glancing back at the wall, it was hard to miss what he was assuming was a tranquilizer dart sticking out of the wall. Looks like he knew why these guys were suited up. They weren't after Gwen, they were after him, and all (he assumed) to draw out his dads. He was suddenly very glad that he'd called his aunt instead of either of his parents. As a trained assassin and S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, she would be more than capable of infiltrating the building and if she had his uncle Clint as backup, the fight would be over before his folks could even arrive. He also knew that the two of them would be capable of balancing their emotions with what needed to be done, and would therefore allow them to be safer than his panicked parents would be. The thought gave him a moment of relief before he was having to dodge shots again, skidding around a corner and nearly running full force into Gwen.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, furious and terrified all at once, grabbing her and pulling her after him.

"What's going on, Peter?" she asked, giving a shout of surprise when they were shot at again and he pulled her around the next corner. They were faced with a line of what Peter was beginning to think were trained soldiers, and he put himself between himself and Gwen.

"Peter Parker, you're coming with us." what Peter assumed was the commanding officer ordered, and he grimaced.

"Yeah, I don't think so." he shook his head, looking around for an escape.

"If you come quietly, we'll leave the other students unharmed." were the next words out of the man's mouth, and Peter found himself going still.

"Peter, don't!" Gwen hissed, but when the men who'd been chasing them appeared behind them, he didn't seem to have much of a choice. If he started to fight, it was a good chance that Gwen would be injured as well, and he couldn't have that.

"Get out of here, Gwen." he ordered, and she balked, gripping his hand tighter.

"Peter-"

"Go." he gave her a sharp look, and though she hesitated again, she nodded, turning and dashing down the hall. Peter was only mildly surprised when they let her go, and counted the men he was facing. There were probably about 20 of them, and while normally he would at least try and take them, without his mask or his webshooters he felt strangely vulnerable.

"So how's this gonna go, boys? You know if anything happens to me you're going to have a band of superheroes on your ass. Is that really the smartest move?" rather than reply, a trigger was pulled, and he flinched as he felt the needle jab into his skin. Cursing, he pulled the dart out of the back of his shoulder. "So much for civil conversation." he mumbled, before he fell to the floor, boneless.