Panic. Peter awoke to an intense feeling of panic running through his entire body. He stood, scanning the room for any signs of danger, anything that was potentially threatening either him or Lena, but all was still. All was dangerously still.

"Lena?" his voice echoed off the glass walls of the pool room. There wasn't a response. Instinctively, he checked the iPad for her body, swimming up and down in the deep, dark water, but almost kicked himself for it. She could respond in his head if she wanted him to hear her from underneath.

If you can hear me, please respond to let me know you're safe. His heart rate was picking up, and each second that ticked by was a louder thump on the inside of his chest. He waited in almost perfect silence, but when a minute passed without a single word, he ran. In her room, he had access to an AI, and by extension, Mr. Stark. Peter was panting, but it was more from the anxiety as opposed to the running.

Before he spoke aloud, Peter heard a weak voice in his head, so weak that it was almost indecipherable.

Taken. Kid...napped.

He could feel himself going pale, the blood rushing out of his face. He almost felt like passing out, until he reminded himself of the situation at hand.

"PET I need to speak to Mr. Stark right now!" his voice cracked on the word now, a telltale sign of his anxiety acting up. It had been a while since he had felt like the world was closing in on him. He bit the inside of his cheek.

Hello, Peter Parker, Mr. Stark is on the phone with Colonel Rhodes. Would you like me to leave-

"No, no, no!" Peter was practically yelling now, "Emergency. Tell Mr. Stark it's an emergency."

Calling Happy Hogan.

"GOD DAMNIT," his anxiety was turning into a rage, an anger that tempted him to throw his cell phone at the wall and watch the screen shatter to pieces.

"Kid, what do you want?" Happy sounded unimpressed. Peter's anger increased.

"Happy I need to get ahold of Mr. Stark something's happened to Lena I fell asleep and when I woke up she was gone and I have no contact with her whatsoever I think she's been kidnapped!" each word out of his mouth was toppling over each other.

"Woah kid slow down!" Happy not matching his urgency didn't do much for the boulder in his chest. "How do you know that?"

"Listen Happy you've gotta trust me, I know I just know!" they hadn't ever explained to anyone the odd connection they had. Mr. Stark had some sort of idea of it, but not to the extent of what it was. Peter knew for a fact that Lena had been taken by somebody, and during the time spent jumping hurdles to get people to believe him, he was wasting time trying to save her.

"Kidnapping? Maybe she's just in the kitchen or something. Have you looked at all?"

His head looked towards the window as something dawned on him. The closer he got to Mr. Stark, the more he followed the rules laid out for him. His time with Lena had molded him into the cookie-cutter neighborhood hero that he was afraid of becoming. Peter wanted to become an Avenger, and doing the paperwork to get Mr. Stark searching for the love of his life was not what an Avenger would do. It wasn't what Steve Rogers would do, it wasn't what Black Widow would do, it wasn't what Thor would do, it wasn't what Bruce Banner would do, it wasn't what Hawkeye would do.

Most importantly, it wasn't what Tony Stark would do.

"Happy I gotta go!"

"Kid, what? I-"

"PET end call!"

Call ended.

His suit was on faster than he had ever put it on before. He had no plan, but when did he ever have a plan? Lena was usually the one to formulate a better, thought-out plan than his usual swinging in, spurting a one-liner, and hoping for the best. He wanted to be calculated, but it wasn't truly his style. It didn't help that he didn't know where to begin.

Incoming call from Happy Hogan. His mask lit up with the lack of a profile photo that Peter had for Happy.

"Decline," the call ended. "Karen, block all calls from Happy."

All calls from Happy Hogan will be blocked.

He wished he could take his exit out of the pool room's window, but the glass was durable, intended to keep people out. Apparently, it hadn't done its job. Peter pivoted and ran, knowing he was going to need a car to get back into the city.

The city.

His instincts, and not the radioactive ones, were trying to point him in the right direction. Her message in his head came from a location in the city. All he had to do was hop in a car and hope that she was able to reach out again. He felt sweat build up on the back of his shoulders. The last time he had to drive he destroyed Flash's car, which wasn't the problem, Mr. Stark had happily paid for it, it was that it had strongly delayed any desire to get back behind the wheel.

Maybe Mr. Stark had a smart car?

Bounding down the stairs, Peter waved at those passing by him. He had started to spend so much time there, that Mr. Stark's staff didn't think much of it. If Mr. Stark was on a phone call with Colonel Rhodes, it was likely that he was either in his workshop or in his bedroom. Peter was going to have to make a gamble, and improvise his way out if he happened to be on the other side of the door.

When Lena had first arrived at the compound, it was established that Peter was going to need access to the lab even when Mr. Stark wasn't there to give it to him. He had been granted access from the hours of 3 pm until 10 pm. In the end, Peter had hacked his way into getting 24-hour access.

He typed in a code, scanned his hand, and inhaled deeply as the doors opened. Every step felt loud until he opened his eyes (that he had anxiously shut) and found the room empty, and eight of Mr. Stark's best cars lined up in all of their glory. Peter was desperately hoping that one of them had an autopilot feature.

Sliding into the driver's seat of a slick red car, it matched his suit, Peter looked in the glove compartment for the keys, where he was fortunate enough to found them. It was a lucky guess; he figured that Mr. Stark didn't expect a whole lot of people in his lab. He started the car, the engine roaring to life, and watched as a set of doors opened, the bright sunlight blinding him.

He blinked as Karen adjusted the brightness settings within his mask. The doors opened up to a long roadway, looking as if it led directly to the open highway.

"Karen uh...can you set a route for the city?" his voice was shaking slightly. He had no way of knowing if there was a way to make the car drive for him.

Of course, Peter! His mask set a route for Queens, and Peter hoped he was headed in the right direction. He felt lost and confused and anxious and all he could do was inhale, start the car, and start driving. Hands shaking with adrenaline and nervousness, it took every ounce of concentration he had to keep his eyes on the road, and the wheel steady. There weren't too many cars on the road yet, which was because of the secluded nature of Mr. Stark's Avenger's compound, but once he was on the main highway he was going to have to learn quickly.

"Karen, uh..." he didn't know how to phrase his request. "Can you uh...just help me drive I really don't know what I'm doing."

I can Peter, but you know that driving without a license is illegal, correct?

"Yeah?"

Do I need to call Mr. Stark-

"No! No no. There's no need for that. Just teach me to drive, please. And take me into the city."

You are going to take an exit in four miles. When exiting, use the right turn signal by flicking it upwards. Check the rearview mirror and your right side mirror to make sure that there's no one behind you, and ease your way onto the exit. Do not be afraid, Peter. Your heart rate is extremely high.

"I know! I know!"

Blinker, mirrors, gently guide. He cheered himself on while he accomplished his goal. He slowly pressed down on the gas, knowing that time wasn't his friend. Hopefully, he would get the hang of it.

On his left, he saw a small child with her face squished to the window of the car, staring at him like the anomaly that he definitely was. It had to be odd seeing Spider-Man casually driving an incredibly expensive car down the same highway as you. Shouldn't he be slinging webs through the city?

Incoming call from Tony Stark.

"DECLINE!" at this point, he was so on edge that all he could do was scream at the AI. The call ended, but it didn't stop the million-mile-per-hour speed that his heart wouldn't stop beating at. He inhaled, deeply, but exhaled audibly in another scream. He was on his way to try and save Lena but he still had no idea where she was. All he had to work with was the fact that he knew she was in the city.

Police sirens blared behind him as he pulled into downtown, in a panic, he left doing only what he knew how to do. A web hit the side of the nearest skyscraper, and he propelled upward, leaving the car to roll to a stop. It was now someone else's problem; mainly Mr. Stark's.

Peter?!

The voice, the presence in his head sprung to life. He felt relief fall over him. At the very least she was alive, and now she was back in contact with him.

Lena, do you know where you are? I came to the city to come and find you.

There was a pause before he heard back from her.

I do not know exactly where I am, but I think I can find a way out.

No, no, just wait for me to get-

He could feel the absolute annoyance that followed that request, No. I will do what I have to. I am not helpless, Peter Parker.

Blood filled his mouth, and it was brought to his attention that he had been biting down on his lip, and fact that he needed a reminder that she was just as strong and capable as he was made him bit almost all the way through.

Yeah, of course, keep me updated so I can help if I can.

Okay.

It wasn't filled with any sort of hostility, but Peter still had an ounce of regret for his underestimation.

…

A half an hour had passed, and she still hadn't given him any sort of signal that he could be of help. He had tried to distract himself with taking care of some petty crime, but it was hard to keep his head in the game knowing that she could potentially still be in danger. Mr. Stark had called a few times, startling Peter within his mask, making him quickly decline the call. He had guessed that Mr. Stark was unaware of the situation, only aware of what Peter had frantically told Happy. Though there was still no way of knowing, it was almost comforting to know that Happy had passed on what he had heard.

Peter! I am on a roof! I am in New York!

He jumped to his feet, whipping his head around, spinning in circles to see if he could find her from the building he was standing on.

"Karen find Lena she's somewhere on top of a building you-"

Lena Potts located.

She was in hand to hand combat, something on her mouth preventing her from singing. Her long stream of hair whipped around, almost completely blocking her face as she dodged and sent fists flying. For a moment, Peter couldn't help but be proud of her for holding her own. The daily exercises with combat were proving to be good uses of time.

He blinked and noticed she had been knocked to the ground, three men now starting to circle her. If he didn't get there fast enough, she would be recaptured and they would have to start all over again. He leaped to start swinging towards her, knowing this was his only shot to make it in time.

God, he hoped he would make it in time.

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