"Jemma! I'm home!"
Peter Parker's voice echoed through the unease choking the silent apartment. Sensing that something was wrong, he was instantly on high alert, trying to sense and pinpoint exactly what was causing the tension.
He knew that MJ would be at work until at least 5, so he automatically pushed his concerns for his wife out of the way. As he did, Peter's thoughts jumped to his daughter. She should be home by now, right? Peter thought. Maybe she's just out for coffee.
As he traveled further into the small rooms, his "spider sense" kicked into high gear. He carefully crept along the wall to the kitchen, then in a flash whirled around the threshold...and gasped.
The formerly neat, tidy kitchen/living room complex was a complete disaster. Chairs were thrown everywhere; the table was upturned; the tv had been smashed to bits. Clearly there had been a struggle.
Suddenly becoming worried for his daughter, Peter cautiously made his way further into the destroyed room. As he stepped towards the door that opened into Jemma's bedroom, a small piece of paper caught his eye.
Peter swallowed nervously, dreading what might be written on the note. He reached for the scrap of paper, noting the smudged ink and torn edges. This note had been left in a hurry.
Mr. Parker-By now you must have realized that your daughter is no longer in your place of residence. If you wish to see her alive, come to the power plant on Old Mills road. Come alone and as unarmed as you can...Spiderman.The mote was unsigned, but Peter had a sinking suspicion about who the mysterious kidnapper was. Few people knew his true identity, and unfortunately one of the few happened to be one of his mortal enimies. Crumpling the note in his fist, Peter ran out of the apartment to his car. After sending a quick update to MJ, Peter raced out of the parking lot and towards the plant as fast as he could.
Hang on, Jemma. I'm coming.