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Chapter 10: The Abduction

Right. Breaking into NYPD should be no problem, right? I mean, I did this same scenario with the Avengers Headquarters except the only difference with this one is that there is entire police force that wants my head. If Tony ever finds out about this…

Spider Man landed on his feet when he reached the roof.

Ned and his brilliant ideas. Things would've been a lot simpler if Tony could just hand me the information I need then maybe I wouldn't be in this much trouble…

Spider Man saw a vent and sighed. Those damn air vents…Using his web, Peter released his web so that it got attached to the gate and he easily yanked it off, allowing me to enter. He crawled to the other end until he jumped to the other wall, attaching himself against it. He narrowed his eyes, looking left and right. The inside of the building was medium size even though the outside looked much bigger.

There were hallways that were leading to different directions and just by looking at the halls, Peter felt utterly lost. He had no idea where the files room were located and he could spend hours in here, trying to find that specific chamber. He stared to the right, tilting his head before he sighed while resumed crawling down the white-grey wall.

My Spider instinct better be right.

Because of the colors of the walls, Spider Man couldn't blend in well as he had hoped even if he was nearly at the top of the ceiling. There still might be a chance that someone would spot him.

He just hoped that it wasn't Officer Watson—Peter had a strong dislike of that guy. Peter resumed crawling down the walls until he came to another path that was leading either left or right.

Really?

Muttering, Peter turned to the left and continued to follow the path. He was so focused on the hallway that he didn't notice that the hall was coming to an end and that there were two security guards standing at their post. He slipped at the corner of the wall until at the last second, he released his web and it dragged him up, reaching higher of the wall.

"What was that?" one of the guards asked.

"What was what? I didn't hear anything," the gruff voice from the second one spoke. "It was probably your imagination or something."

Peter winced at the close call before he eyed the wall across from him. He looked up before crawling up the wall to reach the other side.

Man, I don't know where I'm going.

Spider Man resumed crawling the walls, turning left and right while also taking out the guards when it was necessary. When the coast was clear, Spider Man landed on the ground after he looked at the door. He then glanced left and right before opening the door. He didn't know what room this was but got intrigued by it.

Much to his surprise (and probably to his luck), Spider Man gaped at the small room that contained many cabinets. Well, it was either his luck or something else since this was the spot he was looking for. He breathed out a sigh of relief since he finally found it before he went to the third cabinet drawer, pulling it out to reveal a lot of folders that were in alphabetized.

Perhaps this idea wasn't so bad but it still screamed suicide and Peter was still worried about Ned and him suggesting this idea in the first place. But as he was looking through the folders, he had no idea where to begin with or what to search. His best bet was to go with Sandman which was he was currently rummaging through the 'M' section; surely they wouldn't be listed with their villain names.

"Marko…where are you?" Peter muttered until he found the folder. The file wasn't very big and the papers were organized by oldest to newest by date. Peter found a spot on the floor and sat down. He was probably going to be for a long time—well, as long as he doesn't get caught.

The file doesn't say much other than Marko's previous life before he led a criminal's life. But there was nothing that contained the information what Peter needed. Sure, he now knows a bit more about Marko but still, for once, he would like to have an upper advantage.

Sighing, Peter closed the folder as he slouched back, thinking what other steps he needed to go with. He narrowed his eyes.

If I was a policeman and there had been recent crime activities, where would I keep the folder? Assuming if there was a file for it, that is.

Peter eyed to the other cabinet drawer and sighed. Man, whoever organized all of these, I've got to give them credits…

Peter placed the folder back to its original spot before he moved on to the other drawer, rummaging through them. Finally, he spotted a folder that had a label which read: Criminal Activities.

Hoping that this was the one, he pulled it out by the most recent up to date.

If it's not in here then I'm stumped.

Spider Man flipped through the pages that contained many recent events until there was a headline which caught his attention.

Interrogation:

Convict name: Bentley Wittman

Curious, Peter continued to read the text while taking a tape that went along with it. He sat back down to the floor, playing the tape. A man's voice was heard, introducing the subject's name.

"These are the report notes to help us keep track of our ghost guy. Officer name is James Isaac Watson. Third robbery happened this week. Witnesses stated that they didn't saw anything. Claimed the mysterious visitor was a ghost. No traces were left behind. May 7th. Another robbery happened. There seemed to be a pattern—this shadow that we're chasing…it all seems to go for hi-tech gears. Still trying to figure out the purpose. This time, one of the witnesses saw the shadow. It appeared to be wearing some kind of armor and had goggles-like item for the eyes.

April 8th. We finally got a name based on a Witness's description. Bentley Wittman who was an inventor, selling his futuristic inventions. He went bad. Quite a persistent opponent. Determined to prove that he is superior. We believe that this Bentley was the shadow we had been chasing.

April 9th. Now known as the 'Wizard', we had finally captured him. Sent him to the interrogation room."

April 10th…"

Peter heard that Watson let out a heavy sigh as though something bad had happened. While listening to the tape, it nerved Peter which gave him a slight chill to the bone.

"…Interrogation… (a sharp sigh came) went badly. Jamieson…died… (Watson growled) Damn it!"

Peter jumped with startle when the tape crackled, indicating that the report had ended. He was still confused about the notes that were reported and there a few questions still remained: What had happened to this 'Wizard'? How did Jamieson died? Accident or not?

All of a sudden, Spider Man suddenly perked up as he whipped his head to the side to stare at the door. Drawing in a sharp breath, Spider Man hastily placed the tape in his other hand while he quickly released his web that got attached to the ceiling. He swung up just as the door got opened and it forced Peter to stay quiet. A young lady with blonde hair that was tied in a ponytail, wearing a uniform while also carrying a few folders came into the room as she hummed a tune.

She went towards the other cabinet drawers that contained all of the criminals file and she opened the drawer to put the folders she was currently holding away. Once they were gone, the lady walked towards the door and placed her hand on the doorknob. However, before she exited, she glanced back at the room as though she was thinking that someone else was in this room. With a one last glance of the room, she walked out of the door.

Peter didn't dare jump down from the ceiling. Not until he heard the high heels fading away into the distance. Once that happened, Spider Man lowered himself from his web and landed on his feet.

That was too close for comfort.

Deciding that he had enough, Spider Man placed the files in its proper spot before he made his way to the door. He peeked out of the entrance, looking left and right before he swung himself to the other wall.

While he was escaping, thoughts came to his mind. If this 'Bentley Wittman' person was still at large, then he may also be the shadow what Peter was chasing and he could also be the one who was working with the Sandman. Then that would explain a lot for the second shadow he had been chasing. Everything makes sense now.

"There he is!" one of the guards roared which instantly made Spider Man snap back to reality.

"Uh oh."

He should really stop being so deep in thought at the wrong places.

"Uh…hi guys…" Spider Man replied awkwardly.

Eyes narrowed, both of the guards took out their guns, both aiming at the current target.

"Well then…I guess we're not talking?"

"Get him down!"

At once, bullets were fired, forcing Spider Man move at a rapid speed.

"We got an unexpected vigilante problem—"

"Not anymore you don't," Spider Man replied as he hung from the wall and released his webs. But as they were being wrapped up in a cocoon, one of the guards just managed to take a shot at Spider Man's shoulder. He gave out a sharp yelp of pain before he swung them up to the ceiling, completely wrapped. Once he landed on the ground, Spider Man leaned against the wall as he placed his good arm over his injured arm in attempt to stop the blood flowing.

Damn it.

However, he couldn't stand here too long. He was bound to have other guards or officers to come here. Using his good arm, he lifted himself up and tried to move to his best ability. But due to his injured arm, Spider Man was having trouble to even walk across the walls. Staggering, Spider Man clumsily fell to the ground at an awkward angle and he used the wall support to help him lead the way out.

He couldn't believe that he was careless—actually, he could but that's not the point. He just hoped that he could get out of here in one piece and the less things he has to explain to Tony, the better.

Spider Man ran down the halls, slightly weakened from the shot so he was unable to fully his webs at the moment.

I need to quickly get out of here…

Having an idea, Spider Man looked down at his wound and for temporarily, he shot his web at the injury, frosting it for the moment. Feeling a bit better, Spider Man resumed using his webs and he was now scaling around the walls for a quick getaway.

He was sure that the other guards would show up which was why he was staying high at the ceiling, scuttling in the shadows avoid being spotted. He narrowed his eyes when he saw the guards taking their stance. Not risking it, he decided to take them out, wrapping them in a web of cocoon, sticking them to the ceiling.

Spider Man sighed before resuming scaling around and he narrowed his eyes, having a thought in his mind. He just had to make one last stop when he gets out of here.

After much scaling and avoiding the guards, Spider Man finally spotted an exit but it wasn't long when someone discovered his location.

"There he is! Don't let him get away!"

Spider Man turned around only to spot a familiar officer and he gave a little smirk.

"Well if it isn't Officer James Isaac Watson. How are you doing?"

Watson growled. "I don't know how you found out about my full name but I sure as hell know that you won't be sticking around to see the daylight."

"Well gee Officer. I thought we could talk over some biscuits and tea. I think that sounds lovely."

"Sorry lover boy but it ain't gonna happen."

"Well that's unfortunate. Don't say I didn't tried."

Spider Man then did a web shoot, automatically blocking the holes of the gun before he fully released his webs to take them out.

"Look: I don't wanna hurt you and I'm sure you don't want to hurt me but I've got some errands to run and I don't want to run late."

"That's too bad sonny because you're aren't gonna go anywhere."

Spider Man sighed. "Well I tried to be nice."

He fired his webs, shooting at the officers and they got stuck to the walls.

"Spider Man!" Officer Watson roared as the vigilante began to take his leave.

"I would love to stay and chat but I've got to take my leave," Spider Man grinned before he used the window as an escape and flew out of sight.

Watson growled, eyes narrowed. "I'm gonna get that brat."

"You don't use your eyes, do you?" the other officer spoke, slightly being annoyed at his partner. "He was injured."

"Your point?"

He sighed. "My point is, Watson, is that if he dropped a single blood around here, we could use it to perform DNA analysis and from there, we could figure out who Spider Man really is and bring him to justice. We would finally be able to catch that masked hero."

Spider Man grunted as he crashed into a nearby wall, grabbing his hand at the edge of the roof but it crumbled due to him not being able to grasp it fully and he fell down, falling to the fire escape platform. He groaned, pushing himself up while placing his hand on the rail, dragging himself up.

The wound was really hurting him and his shoulder was going to be sore in the morning. He was sure of it. Plus, he couldn't go home as well. He didn't want Aunt May to discover it or otherwise he would be bombarded with questions that Peter can't answer.

There was one place where he could go which was Ned. He stared up at the evening sky that was now tainted with red, pink and yellow and the sun was lowering which meant that the day was going to end soon. For a brief moment, the sky looked like it was glittering even though that was the reflection of the sun's low rays.

He knew Ned wasn't far but he wasn't sure if he had enough energy to make it. Sighing, Peter gathered the remaining strength he had left, climbing on top of the rail before he jumped. For a short second, Peter had a slight panic attack until he shot his webs out that just managed to latch on a nearby building. Even though it was a slow process, Spider Man finally reached Ned's house and he was rather glad that his window was open so that he could crash in.

Spider Man fired his web once more, latching at the top of Ned's window and as clumsily as it can get, Peter crashed into the room, stumbling over his feet before he staggered to the ground which made Ned jump with startle from the unexpected guest.

"Peter, what in the world?" Ned cried out as he quickly rushed towards him. "What happened?"

"Explain later…I need to…sit."

Ned lifted Peter, placing Peter's weight on him and they walked towards the bed, letting Peter to sit down. Peter slumped his shoulders and like before, he placed his arm over it.

"What happened?"

"During my escape of the NYPD, I got shot from a guard in the shoulder…" he moaned. "It hurts…"

"Alright, first off: lay down and second…don't panic. I'll call Tony and in the meantime, I'm going to get you a cloth so you can apply pressure."

"No…" Peter strained. "Don't call Tony…The less anyone knows, the better."

Ned frowned. "Peter," he replied with a warning tone.

"No Ned. Please."

Ned stared at the mask of Peter before he sighed. They haven't got much time since Ned doesn't know how long Peter had that bullet wound.

"Fine. Fine. But if you die on me, I'm going to haunt your grave and say I told you so."

"Fine, whatever."

Muttering, Ned walked out of the room for a short minute and two seconds later, he returned, carrying a few cloths.

"Here. You'll need this. Apply pressure and I'll call the hospital."

"No, don't," Peter refused as he took off the frosting and applied the pressure. "You're gonna do it."

Ned sharply turned around and stared dead on at his friend. "Are you insane? You had just been shot. I'm not a surgeon," Ned paled.

"I'll help you guide through it."

"You'll have your mask on—no one will know who you really are. I'm calling the hospital and that's final."

As Ned began to turn around, Peter fired his webs, blocking the entrance which made Ned stop in his tracks.

"I'm begging you Ned. Please, don't call the hospital. I'll help you guide through it. Just please."

Ned drew in a sharp breath as he stared at his friend who was in pain. There was a sudden guilt in him—he was the one who suggested for Peter to go into NYPD. It was his idea but with a cruel twist, Peter got shot and was now in pain. Ned groaned.

"Alright, alright. I won't call the hospital," Ned muttered defeated. "I'll go and get the necessities. You keep applying pressure."

A few seconds later, Ned returned, carrying a handful of items and he placed them on the nightstand that was near his bed. He grabbed his gloves and yanked them on.

"Alright. What do I need to do other than cleaning the wound first?"

"Just…just clean the wound…"

Ned sighed, moving closer to his friend and he hastily removed his hand and the cloth. He paused, staring back at Peter.

"It's alright. Go ahead and rip it."

Doing that, Ned discovered that it was a ghastly wound with blood still bleeding profusely since Peter had removed the frosting. The gash looked deep with the skin being ripped apart from the impact; the muscle was torn as well. For a minute, Ned could've sworn that he saw what it looked like fragments of the bullet but he hoped that it wasn't true.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Ned replied as his face was paler than before. He tried not to vomit when he removed the blood-stained webs which looked quite nasty and there was an unpleasant stickiness of the web.

Shuddering, Ned placed the webs on the side of the plate and he took a deep breath. Ned then grabbed the bottle and sprayed it on a clean cloth but before he put it on Peter, he spoke.

"By the way…this might hurt a little. Just a little…"

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Why…?" he then eyed the bottle that was in Ned's hand. "Wait, is that—argh!" Peter screamed as the sting of the rubbing alcohol that made contact with the injury. Needless to say, Peter managed to scare Ned out of the living daylights.

Peter panted as the stinging of the alcohol continued and for a short moment, Peter saw stars and he tried to blink them away.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," Ned replied, repeatedly.

Peter tried not to move much since he grabbed the covers of the bed in a tight grip, biting his lower lip until it bled.

"Okay, it's done now," Ned announced which made Peter let out a huge sigh of relief. "Now what?"

"Alright," Peter replied once he caught his breath. "If there are any fragments of the bullet, remove them with whatever you have by your side."

Ned grimaced. "I would need a magnifying glass," Ned groaned. I'm going to have nightmares from this."

Ned went to his cabinet drawer and pulled out a medium sized object. It was round with a black outline and a handle for Ned to grab on. Taking in a shaky breath, Ned went back to the bed and began to examine for bullet fragments. He winced when he discovered a few of them though he started to work.

Even though the tweezer wasn't the right equipment, it actually managed to take out the pieces.

"Okay," Ned replied, his voice still shaky. "I think that's all of them."

"Good. Now, take the bullet out."

"Wha?" Ned replied with a stunned look. Ned suddenly felt his blood drained which made him feel like an empty shell.

"Take out the bullet," Peter replied slowly.

Ned suddenly felt cold and he looked like he was about to pass out anytime soon.

"Ned, please. I know it's…scary but you're doing great so far. You can do it. As long as the bullet isn't at the bones, then it would be fine. Do it."

Whimpering slightly, Ned took another tool and he got to work. He studied where the bullet was and he sighed with relief.

"Oh sweet Mercy. It not's at the bones. It's underneath," Ned breathed.

"Good. Find the positioning of the bullet, aim it right with the tool in your hand and then just yank it out. Oh and don't faint," Peter added.

"Right," Ned took another breath before he got to work. When his positioning was true, Ned gulped. "Alright…I've got it. This may be painful…like really painful so I'm sorry if I break or twist any bones—"

"Ned? Just do it," Peter said firmly. "On the count of three if it helps."

"Right…" Ned closed his eyes and opened them. "One…" he whispered. "Two…three."

With a harsh but careful pull, Ned could've sworn he heard a sickening crack making Peter scream and within seconds, Ned yanked the bullet out of his shoulder. Peter gasped heavily but because the bullet was pulled out, blood began to pour out once more.

"Oh my God…I did it!" Ned exclaimed, staring at the shot. "I can't believe I actually did it. Oh my God…"

"That's great," Peter wheezed. "I still need…help…"

That was when Ned paled again. "Wait…don't you need stitches?"

"Yes…yes…"

"I'm not getting cow intestines," Ned stated bluntly.

Peter snorted, letting out a shaky laugh. "Just get a needle and some strings and stitch me up, will you?"

Ned groaned. "This is brutal. Never, I repeat, never let me do this again."

Peter grinned as he continued to hold the cloth so that the bleeding could stop.

Sighing, Ned placed the tool away onto the plate and he grabbed it so that he could wash it. Ned returned a few seconds later, carrying a needle and strings.

"Alright then. Once the string is in the needle, patch me up while you're following where the flesh was torn."

"I should patch your mouth shut," Ned replied angrily before he got to work but even as he patched Peter up, Peter still winced from the painful jab that had entered his skin. Once done, Ned sprawled out onto the bed after he cut the loose end of the string and tied it.

"Oh my Sweet Jesus…that was scary."

Peter chuckled dryly. Needless to say, it felt uncomfortable due to the tightness of the string though Peter lightly massaged his pained shoulder. Ned pushed himself up and he grabbed the gauze to wrap around the shoulder.

"There. Now you're complete," Ned announced.

Peter smiled faintly. "Thanks Ned," he said quietly. "I mean it. Thank you."

Ned grinned gently but the grin faded away. "It's my fault. I was the one who made you go to NYPD. Because of me, you got shot."

Peter frowned. "Don't you dare blame yourself, Ned. Remember, I agreed to it."

"Yes but if I recall correctly, you refused at first. I should've listened to your refusal in the first place. For that, I'm sorry."

"Ned…if you say that you're sorry one more time, I'm going to throw you out the window and say it was an accident."

Ned grinned. "Sure you would," he then glanced at the ripped suit. "Er…and sorry about the uhm suit…if Tony asks, how are you going to explain it to him?"

Peter paused, thinking. "Uhm…I'll say…erm…the side of the truck ripped it? Do you think he will buy it?"

Ned paused. "Uh…yeah…yeah…you do reckless stuff every day, right?"

"Yeah…I do…"

And the two boys grinned at each other, foolishly.

The next day, at the end of the school, the school found itself with a running student who was running down the hallway. Michelle's smile never left her face as she had the excitement coursing throughout her body. She stayed after class to discuss with her science teacher to see what she and Peter had gotten on their project. Needless to say, they passed with flying colors and the teacher stated that she was most impressed with the webs and how they looked real.

Michelle craned her neck once she came to a halt as she was scanning through the somewhat crowded hallway. Usually after school, students would stay behind at their lockers with their group of friends. She managed to spot the brown-haired boy and she resumed running until Peter fully came into sight.

"PETER!" a voice exclaimed loudly (which made Ned jump with startle) and Peter was met with a hard pat on the back which made him grunt with pain. He dropped his books to the floor but the impact made him lean against the locker as he placed his hand on his shoulder.

He grunted. "Strong arm…"

Michelle tiled her head to the side with a curious look but she continued.

"Guess what?" she breathed. "You know our Spider project, right?"

"Yeah…"

"We passed with flying colors! We got an A+. The teacher was most impressed with the webs," Michelle rambled.

"That's nice, Michelle…really great…" Peter winced. He had a feeling that he needed to fix his wound again. "Look, I've got to go. Don't wait for me."

Michelle stared at him with a baffled look. She watched as peter was actually struggling to even walk properly.

"What happened to him?" Michelle asked.

"Erm…he's not feeling well," Ned replied. "Probably a 24-hour sickness or something. I'm sure he would be better tomorrow."

Ned bent down to grab the fallen books and he stuffed them in the locker, closing it afterwards.

"Now then. Since school is done, shall we go?"

Michelle smirked. "Why of course, my gallant knight."

Rolling his eyes, the two walked down the hall but Michelle couldn't help but to think that Peter was hiding something…again. What is it with boy and keeping secrets?

Ned and Michelle walked down the street once they got out of the school but Ned couldn't help but to feel as though there was something sinister lurking close by. Ned glanced back to make sure that they weren't being followed but this didn't went unnoticed by Michelle.

"What's wrong?" she asked, frowning.

"Nothing…it's just that…do you have the feeling that something is going to bad?"

Michelle gave an odd look before shrugging it off. "Nope."

Ned sighed. "Well then."

However, all of a sudden, there was a deep booming voice that made them pause in their tracks as they saw a shadow looming over them.

"You should've ran when you had the chance," the booming voice stated.

The two turned around only to have Michelle yelp as Ned stared with eyes wide. It was none other than Sandman with a snarling look.

"RUN!" Ned exclaimed.

But it was too late. Before either of them could do anything, the Sandman released his element and the two were found, drowning into the sudden quicksand that suddenly appeared…

Author's Note: I repeat. That blonde lady that was at the beginning of the chapter was not Gwen Stacy. I repeat: she was not Gwen Stacy—but she will come in the books later. Whew, anyways, this was actually a tough chapter to write. I had no idea how the NYPD actually looked like since I don't live in America and writing up the report/notes tape was also a pain in the butt since I don't actually know how they go…I didn't take Criminal Justice :3 so I did my best! And the wound…my goodness, that was painful as well. Anywho but we got ourselves a huge long chapter! *confettis, streamers, balloons* only to end it with a bad end…oops…And right...Tony will totally believe that the side of the truck ripped Peter's suit...*Sweat drop* What happens next? Find out! Toodles!