A/N: Hiya, readers! My apologies this chapter took so long. Hopefully this ending will get y'all interested again in reading this (I mean, what?! No surprise ending, pfft, what chu talking 'out? Ignore me!). Anyways, sorry again, enjoy the chapter!

I woke up to a bright Sunday afternoon. It was nearly twelve o'clock; normally I didn't sleep in that late.

Yawning, I stretched briefly before rolling out of my sheets.

…And right onto the floor.

I let out an "oof" as my nose collided with the wood floorboards, and I just lay there for a moment before finally getting up. I untangled myself from my blankets before wadding them up and throwing them onto the top bunk. I threw on a sweatshirt and khaki before heading out the door, leaving it hanging ajar behind me as I trudged into the living room.

Aunt May wasn't anywhere to be seen, so I figured she was still sleeping or out running errands. I threw myself onto our humble couch and pulled out my phone. Still, I hadn't gotten any news from Happy. I didn't let the silence get to me, and I quickly texted, "Still waiting for my next mission!" followed by a fist emoji.

Sighing, I ducked the device into my pocket and rested my head on one of the pillows. Bored, I pulled the TV remote towards me with my web shooter - I always kept one concealed on me as a watch, just in case.

I flipped through the stations, but nothing seemed good. I turned off the television and let my arm flop onto the ground, signifying my weakness of boredom.

Being bored is my kryptonite.

After what seemed like hours of melancholy torture, a small idea clicked into my brain. Later on, I would realize that I really should learn to think things through more. But at the time, it seemed brilliant.

I rolled off the couch and onto the floor, pushing myself up and jogging into my room, jumping the couch like a hurtle on my way. I dug through the confines of my closet and pulled out my suit.

"Time to Spidey up," I muttered, my plan still working furiously in my brain as I ran through it over and over.

I quickly changed and opened my window, crawling through just like I always did. Using my left foot, I slid the window back closed and shot some webbing at it to keep it locked. I should be back in less than two hours, right? I thought. Just a quick little investigation.

I made my way through the city, keeping an open for any of the Vulture's little birdies, or the beastie himself. Man, why hadn't I asked Mr. Stark who exactly had escaped?

Finally, my destination came into view. The building loomed over the streets, looking like a giant gray gravestone. No wonder it was nicknamed the Tomb.

I landed in front of the building, thinking of how to get in. Breaking into a prison didn't seem like the smartest idea, so….

Shrugging, I gathered all of my swagger and strutted towards the door of the South Tower. Once I reached my destination, I pushed open the doors and strolled through. I recalled the way Mr. Stark walked into places, so I tried my best to imitate that, acting as if I owned the place.

The guards noticed me right away. Bright red and blue tights aren't exactly the most inconspicuous, afterall.

I went right up to the bewildered officer and leaned casually against the counter.

"So, uh, I'm here to see Messrs. Toomes, Davis, Gargon, and Schultz. Any chance I can have a word with those fellows?" I asked, making my voice sound gruff and deep. I would have let Karen turn on the enhanced interrogation mode, but after the last time I used it, I had made an oath to never use it again.

"Uhhh…" The guy still seemed taken aback to see me there, but he recomposed himself and said, "Adrian Toomes is currently taking a visit with his family right now. Mr. Davis was released three weeks after serving his time."

I got a small flutter of butterflies in my chest after hearing that Liz was here all the way from Oregon, but I pushed it down. I had to focus on my mission, and she probably hated my guts right now, anyways; both Peter Parker's and Spider-Man's.

"Wait a second, Davis was released already? Hold on, hold on - was he that guy I webbed to his car?" I totally forgot about my deep voice imitation, but I was too focused on the news.

"Yes, sir. We found him about half an hour after he said you left him there."

Man, I had totally been confusing him with someone else. I thought he was one of the Vulture's little baddies. Now I felt kind of bad; hadn't he said he had a niece or nephew close by, and he just wanted to keep them safe?

I bit my lip. Well, he was still doing bad stuff. Buying illegal and weapons, and whatnot. It's hard sometimes, being Spider-Man, locking people up with families.

I realized that I had been lost in thought a bit longer than I had thought, so I cleared my mind.

"Um, yes. So, what about Herman Schultz and Mac Gargon?" I asked after getting myself back together.

"We had a breach in security not too long ago. Both of those you named escaped, as well as one other prisoner," the guard informed, and I noticed the slight embarrassment in his words. Apparently, letting insane criminals escape wasn't going well for the prison workers.

Well, at least now I knew who had escaped. I mean, I couldn't actually speak with any of the prisoners, but at least I knew that I only had to worry about two of them.

…Unless they hired and recruited more physcos who are out to kill me. That would be bad. Dealing with just the one Vulture was bad enough.

As I was dismissing myself and turning to leave, a strange thought struck me as I remembered what the officer had just said a few seconds ago.

I turned back around, catching the guy's annoyed and surprised look.

"Hey, what was the name of that last inmate who escaped?" I questioned, a strange feeling building up inside of me and my spidey-senses tingling.

He replied, "It was a Mr. Phineas Mason."

I felt my heart stop and insides turn to ice. Feeling like I had just been wacked over the head with a frying pan, I nodded, said thanks, and left.

My panic was intensifying as I webbed and swung furiously through the large city.

Aunt May, Aunt May, Aunt May, please, please, please be okay, I thought desperately. Let me be mistaken, let this guy be out of town, let the cops have grabbed him, anything. Just please, please, be okay, Aunt May.

At last, I reached my apartment. With worry and anxiety buzzing in my head, I didn't think straight as I burst through a window. I found myself in the hallway and sprinted towards our door. I kicked it down, ignoring the vibrating pain in my legs as I tumbled through the doorway.

"Aunt May!" I yelled. No sign of her. My breathing was starting to halt. "Aunt May! Aunt May!" I searched throughout our whole apartment; her room, my room, the bathrooms, behind things, under things, everywhere. I tore the whole apartment apart, not caring about the messes I made. My heart was drumming loudly in my chest as I frantically looked for a note or anything that might give me a clue as to where she was.

Nothing.

No, no, no, no, I thought. "No, no, no, this can't be happening. It's not."

I checked her room again, noticing something I hadn't before. Her bed wasn't been made. Aunt May always made her bed, no matter what. Tidiness was her thing. We didn't go anywhere without the house looking somewhat decent, especially our rooms.

I yanked off my mask, finding it hard to breathe. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to get air into my lungs. The world was spinning; I felt myself collapse onto the floor; my ears began to ring; and just before I blacked out, I heard the muffled noise of what sounded like jet boosters.