Peeking around the corner of the corridor, I let my breath out quietly and run silently to the boys' bathrooms and call in.

'Peter?' I wait for an answer, 'come on Pete it's me, just answer me please, we have to get back to class.'

My breath hitched as I realise he really isn't in there and I tried to convince myself that he had just heard the lockdown and went straight to the closest classroom.

Almost reaching my Physics classroom again, I go to knock and let them know it was just me when I hear a panicked voice, one I would recognise anywhere.

Running up the other end of the hall I listen again and hear muffled voices in one of the old unused middle school science rooms. I run and skid, crouching down to the floor under the window of the room and see at least two shadows pacing.

'We have Spider-Man but the whole school has been shut down, all of the doors and windows to outside have been reinforced.' A young male's voice speaks before pausing. 'Yes, Sir, not a problem. You will have Spider-Man to you within the hour.'

Another voice speaks up, Peters.

'You won't find out who I am if that's what you're hoping to accomplish. Mr Stark has put God knows how many technological advancements into this suit and except for him, I'm the only one who can take it off.'

'Shut up boy!' An older sounding man snaps.

A low thud comes from the room, followed by a groan from Peter.

'Those fucking bastards,' I mutter under my breath, anger boiling up inside me. 'You will not touch my brother.'

I stand up, throw the door open harder than probably necessary and run at the male closest to me.

I throw my first punch to the older male's jaw and he staggers backwards groaning and holding his face.

`Get the fucking girl Marcus!' He yelled, spitting blood onto the floor.

The other man, Marcus turned away from my brother and walked towards me, laughing. He swung at me and I ducked, swinging my leg around, catching him off guard causing him to land flat on his arse. Marcus swore at me, scrambled back up and sent a look behind him to the other guy, receiving a nod in return. Marcus went to punch my face but blocked his attack before I realised that it had been a diversion and the other guy had just knocked my brother out and whilst I was distracted Marcus manages to get a hit in and got me to my knees and I wipe the blood from my busted lip, glaring up at him. The two men attempt to tie my hands and feet together as I kick out at them and bite one of the arms that got too close. When they finally manage to keep me down, they tighten the rough rope already making my skin raw as I struggle against it. I look over to my brother, spiderman… How could I have not known? He is my twin, we were supposed to tell each other everything, but I guess I hadn't been honest either. That was the last thing on my mind before a sharp pain rang through my neck and everything went black.

`You were supposed to bring me the spider boy.' An unknown voice muffled.

`We understand,' the older male from before states uncertainly, 'but then this one barged in and took both of us down with no effort and something weird happened when she was fighting us, we thought she would be more valuable to the project so we shot her with the serum. Plus, she called that spider kid her brother so it won't be long before we have him too.'

Hearing them talking about my brother, still unable to move or open my eyes I fight my body to come around and finally, the lights hit my eyes, almost blinding me. I groan and rollover on the cold, metal flooring standing up quickly, alarming the men surrounding me and they all shut up, turning to face me. I struggle against the restraints on my wrists and ankles, wincing at how tight they are bound, wobbling a little, trying to hold my harsh stance against the men.

`I haven't lived with my brother in years, we aren't even close! He won't be stupid enough to risk everything just to find me! You will never get him!' I yell at them, madly, trying to hide the lump forming in my throat.

The men around me just laugh and turn their backs, walking out of the metal door that I hadn't noticed, to my right, slamming it closed and I hear the click of the lock. I scream and pull as hard as I can against the rope, my eyes burning through the pain, knowing I must look psychotic to whoever got stuck keeping an eye on me. I spent what feels like hours working my restraints and finally am able to yank them free of my ankles and I sigh in instant relief.

One down, one to go, I groan to myself.

At least now I can pace the few steps across the room, giving me something to kill time whilst I figure out a way to get the hell out of this shit hole. I glance around, looking for something, anything that could be used to get out but there is only a single, fraying, dirty blanket lying in one corner and a small bucket sitting next to it.

`Great a toilet and a bed, how thoughtful are they.' I say to myself sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

No one came in or bothered me for quite some time, it could have been a day or more but with no way to tell the time all I knew for sure was that I was extremely hungry and needed water soon or I would pass out. I have spent every damn second in here trying to find a way out but the only way out was the smallest vent in the ceiling that would be impossible for me to fit through and the heavily locked door. I lay beside the disgusting blanket and curled up into a little ball facing the wall, still not to the desperate point where I will even touch the damn rag. Gross. Just as I was able to drift off to sleep and hopefully wear off this throbbing headache the metal door creaked open and I almost cried out in exhaustion and frustration.

`Fucking jerks,' I mumble under my breath, rolling over to face away from the wall and see a pair of new leather boots standing right next to my face. `What the heck?' I startle.

The man just laughs and grabs my hair, dragging me to my feet, my scalp burning from the force.

`I see you got free of your restraints,' the young male states, `well that just won't do now will it.'

I felt the blow to my face before I even register his hand moving. I stepped back and grabbed the side of my face with my hand and glared at him as menacingly as I could being so exhausted. He grabbed my wrists harder than necessary and yanked them behind my back, twisting another piece of that damn rope around them, tighter this time before shoving me forwards and out of that bloody metal door.