Hi Friends! Here's a new story on our fav father and son duo. Hope you guys like this first chapter. Sorry for mistakes.

Enjoy :-)))

Peter woke up with a jolt, eyes snapping open like a light switch wondering what pulled him out from his deep slumber. May was out of town so he was all alone in the house. This only added more fear when the sounds grew louder and his heart hammered. There was a loud pounding on the door and he jumped, placing a hand on his chest. For a second he thought of fleeing out of the window just to check but went against the idea. He didn't know if there were people watching him from outside. He couldn't risk exposing his identity. The boy stood and walked shakily towards the door "Who is it?"

"NYPD! Open the door!"

Peter frowned. What as NYPD doing in his house and that too this late at night. He debated on calling Tony but then decided not to disturb the man unless it was an emergency. Maybe this was just a mistake. He bit his lips and slowly opened the door only to take an involuntarily step back with wide eyes. Five armed men stormed inside, shouting often contradictory commands

"NYPD!"

"Keep your hands were we can see them!"

"Don't move!"

"Up against the wall"

Peter was Spiderman, a hero with super powers yet the sheer magnitude of firepower directed solely at him was frankly terrifying. There was a deadly seriousness conveyed in every expression on every member of unnecessary large number of men and it not only baffled but scared him "Wha...What's going on?"

A sixth man walked through the door wearing a well ironed suit. He briefly looked around before landing his cold hard gaze on the boy "Peter Parker?"

"Yes" Peter replied hesitantly. He guessed the man must be the head. He couldn't push away the strong bad vibes that was leaking from the man

"Where's the lady who lives with you?"

Peter visibly gulped. The man had certainly done his homework before invading his privacy "She's gone out of town"

"When will she return?"

"On Thursday"

"Hmm...that gives us two days"

Peter did not like the sound of it. Next thing he knew, a man came forward and roughly turned him around "Hey!" he protested when he was slammed against the wall and was subjected to a rough and intrusive frisking. He chanced a glance over his shoulders but his face was pushed back, cheekbone scraping painfully against the wall

"Stop struggling" hissed the man near Peter's ear who groaned at the added pressure "I'm not struggling. Please... this is a mistake. I didn't do anything!"

Peter was abruptly turned and a punch was landed on his stomach "That's what they all say"

The teenager fell to his knees and coughed, trying to get his breath back and control the pain "You can't.. do this!" he cried out looking at the sixth man

The head, Brian then grabbed a handful of Peter's hair and pulled so the boy was looking at him "Who would have thought, a devil is hidden behind this innocent looking face. Selling illegal drugs will send you maximum five years but I'll personally see that you remain behind the bars for atleast ten years"

Peter's eyes widened in disbelief as he struggled to free himself "No.. there's a mistake. I didn't.. I don't sell drugs. You've got the wrong guy!"

Brian tugged harder on Peter's hair earning a gasp from the boy "Learn to behave brat. Talk only when asked or else this won't end good for you. Criminals like you deserve this treatment"

Peter shook his head as hot tears stung his eyes "I'm not a criminal.. I didn't..." he tried to explain but was cut off by a blow to his face. Brian let him go and he fell backwards on his back. A kick was driven to his side and the boy whimpered, curling into small ball. Another kick to his chest made him screaming in pain and gasping for air

Peter had no idea what he did to deserve this beatings.

A third kick echoed in the silent room and Peter sure felt a crack in his ribs. The boy moaned, his heart pounding so loud that he couldn't hear beyond it's thunderous roar.

Brian motioned one of his men who again roughly turned Peter so the boy was facing the floor "Stay still"

Peter felt his hands being pulled behind his back and cold steel frame were cuffed on his wrists, tightening until they dug into his soft skin. He sucked in a sharp breath and whimpered at the harsh treatment and tried his best to remain still. He didn't want to anger them anymore.

Peter was then dragged to his feet and pushed out of the door and towards the waiting police cruiser. Brian bumped his head purposely on the hood of the car while leading him in and snickered "Oops.. slip of hands"

Peter was dazed for few seconds, swallowing few times to help the nausea. He heard the door close and the front two doors open. The engine roared to life and he had never been so afraid in his life before. Tears spilled from his eyes as he rode out the pain in his ribs and head. He breathed through his clenched teeth wondering what was going to happen next.

The car engine turned off and Peter was pulled out in not too gentle manner. He shivered at the cold wind that passed through his thin TShirt and pajamas "Please officer, I'm telling you the truth. I didn't do anything"

Brain didn't bother to reply and started dragging Peter inside the station. Peter could feel all eyes on him and his lower lip quivered. He was then led to an empty room which he guessed was an interrogation room. It was dark and cold. He was dumped on a steel chair where his wrists were freed only to for them to get tied again to the big table. His heart clenched with fear and stomach rolled upside down. He was scared. Alone and Very scared. He wanted to get out of here. He wanted his aunt. He wanted to call someone for help. Peter wanted Tony Stark

Peter sniffed quietly in the dark room. He doubted if he would even be given a chance to call Tony. But wasn't that the rule? He should be getting one chance to make a call. His head hammered will all sorts of questions. Why didn't anyone ask him if he wanted to call someone? What was going on? How could he get connected to drugs? Did they knew he was Spiderman? What will happen to May? Will they arrest her as well? Where they even the real cops? What will happen to him now?

The door opened with a bang making Peter jump. He saw Brian step in with a dead serious look and he shivered. The man dragged the chair sending waves of pain to Peter's already building headache. He scooted away as far as his tied hands would allow and waited for the man to talk

Brian stared at Peter with such intensity that the boy thought he wanted to melt him with the sheer power of his eyes. He placed a file on the table, opening the first page and spoke calmly "This is the proof that say you are involved in illegal activities"

Peter looked down and his eyes went wide. Oh Fuck! the teenager mentally cursed. Spiderman was not in trouble but one thing was for sure, Peter Parker was definitely screwed. His stomach rolled again and he tried to keep down the rising panic "Sir.. please can I make a call?"

"No"

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