"The Fearful Four?!" Peter snapped, pulling the blanket off of his legs. "That's it; I'm never leaving you guys alone again. I'm gone for one day, one day, and two of our team members get nabbed by the suckiest villains in the history of anything ever." Standing shakily, he pulled on a shirt before lifting his arms too high, letting out a small cry as he shifted his spine. He fell back into a sitting position on the bed, looking extraordinarily distressed. "How did that even happen? They suck at their jobs!"

"Peter, you need to calm down," Danny stated, looking ashamed and worried simultaneously. "We'll fix it, I can assure of you of that."

"They have Nova and White Tiger. How did they even catch them? They're the two fastest on the team!" The genius exclaimed, moving to stand again.

"They got Sam's helmet off, and Ava's medallion. Those both are the main source of their powers, you know that." Reaching out, Luke placed a hand on Peter's good shoulder and pushed him down to sit once more, shaking his head. With a sigh, he chided, "Stop it. You need your rest. Danny and I will find them, we promise."

Before Peter could even come up with a retort, there was a voice from the hallway, "You won't need to."

Nick Fury made his way into the room, crossing his arms. "Luckily, at least one of your team members was intelligent enough when they created their gear." Holding up a small tablet, a hologram of Manhattan was formed before zooming in on the underground. "White Tiger placed a tracking device in her glove, for emergencies. Luckily for us, she set it off early enough that we were able to find her general location before it became out of range."

"Ava's always a step ahead," Luke sighed with a grin. "Do we know who they were taken for?"

"Not yet, but there are a few 'doctors' in our database that we may be able to look at. Or maybe it's a new villain. All we know is that you two need to be debriefed before being sent out again."

"I don't understand. What use is it to take two of us?" Danny queried, steepling his fingers under his chin with a look of concentration.

"You guys are idiots," Peter muttered, dropping back against his bed with a sigh and a wince. "Don't you see? Luke, Danny and I all have one thing in common: Our powers are inside us. They can't be taken away. Sam's powers come from his helmet, were he's granted strength, speed, flying, and heat. Ava gets her powers from her amulet, and that gives her speed and strength, as well as better fighting skills. They were the two easiest to take out of commission." Letting his hands shift at his sides, he continued, "Either they're cooking up something better to get the three of us, or they're going to use Sam and Ava as bait."

"Bait?" Luke asked with an arched eyebrow. "For whom?"

"We'll find out. For now, you two go and find Coulson, he'll give you a run-through of the next mission," Fury sighed as he pointed his thumb at the door, kicking the two out. "As for you," He started, looking at Peter with narrowed eyes, "stay put, and don't do anything stupid."

Watching the spy leave, Peter felt an odd feeling bubble up in his stomach. "This is stupid," He muttered, covering his eyes with the balls of his hands. Over the past three days, he'd been injured, hospitalized, and placed in surgery for an argument that he was having with Sam. With the amount of pain he'd been through, he'd let the rest of the team take care of it, usually, but this was. . . Sam. He couldn't just leave him, especially after that realization nearly a month ago.

And then there was the factor of Ava, one of his other best friends. Unfortunately, she was as fearless as her hero name, and just as feisty. There was no doubt that it would get her in trouble the longer she sat. Danny and Luke were good heroes, but best when they were in a team.

"This isn't stupid, this is heroic," Peter muttered, beginning to convince himself that he could do this alone.

Moving to stand with a groan, he sifted through the bag of belongings next to his bed before smiling at the sight of a familiar red suit. "Time to suit up," He smiled, grabbing his mask.

-0-0-

"Director Fury!" Came a yell from the main center of the Hellicarrier. It belonged to a random worker, one who'd been trying to re-calibrate her screen that appeared to be going haywire before shorting out. When it had been turned back on, it simply said one sentence in the middle.

As the spy ran over, every screen began to switch, all being met with complaints and furrowed brows. Eventually, the main screen also switched, and with it, Nick Fury actually became startled, if only for a split second.

Give me Spider-Man, or they die. –DO

-0-0-

"Parker!" Fury yelled, running down to the hospital wing. "We need to t-"

Instead of finding a bed with a disgruntled and injured teenager in it, Nick Fury was met with an empty room. Turning on heel, he began to run through, looking at every other room of the hospital. "He could hardly walk, how in the hell can he be expect to-"

The moment the realization hit, and Fury took a sharp left, running for mere moments before slamming his hand against a recognition scanner next to one of the doors. Being granted access immediately, he made his way down the long hallway before being met with a few prototypes of Iron Man's original suits, and a sight he'd been hoping he wouldn't see.

The case holding the Iron Spider suit was empty.

((Gah, that took far too long to upload. I apologize for the wait, but the next chapter will be out within the next twelve hours, as an apology =3 Don't forget to R&R and thank you, lovely readers ^-^))