It was nightfall, a small fire bravely burned and illuminated the sleeping area keeping the young riders both warm and safe. Colt was curled up with a bottle whiskey and his hat pulled over his eyes whether he was drunk or just a sound sleeper was anyone's guess. Rawhide and James fell asleep with their feet next to the fire the heat was slowly melting the soles of their boots.

Marek and laid with his back facing the others and his arm wrapped around Sasha's waist keeping her firmly pressed against him and then there was Peter and Laura. Peter lay awake staring into the orange, red, white and blue body of the flames dancing in the pit completely mesmerised and lost in his own thoughts mainly the ones revolving around the girl nestled up on his chest and another so far away with thick silky black hair, big round chocolate brown eyes not to mention her fiery assertive attitude. So he sat there fixed on the fire ignoring the stinging feeling in his lower back as he cradled Laura and laid her down in her blanket smiling at her cute twitch. "What am I going to do? I mean I genuinely love Ava but on the other hand if I can't make it home…I don't want to be left alone" he thought to himself continually staring at the flames feeling the weight of his eye lids dawn on him eventually Peter nodded off.

While they all slept a thundering hoard raced across the plain under the pale moonlight a full moon enabled them to follow the teams trail into the late hours of the night even as far as the pool "general, there's a lit fire just past those trees" one of the men said pointing to a flickering orange light 200 yards beyond the pool. The General drew his pistol and made his way over to the flickering fire carefully avoiding any fallen twigs with his men right behind him "grab my daughter, kill the others but black mask Marek is mine" he hissed they walked into the teams camp General Stewart crept over to Marek and Sasha his eyes narrowed with hatred as he saw how they were laying and slowly brought the barrel of pistol to Marek's face but froze when he felt something cold and round against his knee cap.

"Drop the gun Dad!"

The general looked down and followed the gun to his daughter's outreached arm and hardened eyes looking up at him "drop the gun or I'm going to blow your knee cap off!" Sasha growled as she and Marek sat up.

"Drop the gun Sasha or bad things will happen to your friends" the general replied nodding towards his men pointing their guns at Colt, Rawhide, James and Laura but Peter had vanished. "Drop your gun Sasha" he slowly repeated with his accent creating a cold atmosphere. His threat was like a slow filtering toxin as he cocked his hammer "course you can shoot me but the spasm reaction might cause me to unintentionally pull this trigger and blow Marek's face off"

"Sasha shoot him" Marek slowly ordered in a hushed whisper.

Sasha looked into her father's face and saw a familiar intense stare the very same look he had when he gunned down her friend Reginald "Reggie" a freed slave. She knew her father would kill Marek regardless of what she did but at least if she lowered her pistol he would wait until he could make an example of Marek and buy them some time to escape. "What's it going to be darling?" the general asked pressing the barrel against Marek's cheek.

"Sasha! Shoot him in his lying crap spewing mouth!" Marek ordered "right in his two front teeth"

"3 seconds baby girl" the general urged.

Sasha glared at her father with searing hatred but reluctantly lowered her revolver "good girl…now where's the demon brat with the lightening hands?" the general hissed.

Sasha didn't respond, she kept eying the steel barrel pressing against Marek's cheek and the madman whose finger was on the trigger, "I did as you said now take that gun away from Marek's face" she pleaded with her father.

The general grinned a cryptic smile "clasp them in irons and move them out" he ordered "and find that kid!"

The general's men started cuffing the members of the team and taking their weapons while the general began scanning the area searching for the demon kid. Peter however was down in the small gully answering natures call when he heard all the noise and raced back up unfortunately he acted without thinking and stepped on dry leaves and sticks making all kinds of noise on his way up. He just reached the edge of camp and a hail of gun fire stormed the night. Peter was bending and twisting dodging every bullet but his spider sense was continuously tingling he didn't notice the general sneaking up from the shadows with his sabre drawn patiently waiting for his opening. Peter side stepped another bullet with his back to the tree where the general was hiding and that was his opening in one swift move he thrusted the sabre into Peters back straight to the hilt.

"Peter!"

"Kid!"

"NO!" the team screamed in dyer protest at the sight of the crimson coated blade sticking out of Peters torso.

Peter froze in place and the gun fire stopped he couldn't talk or breathe as the sharp cold steel was pulled back from wound he fell to his knees with blood oozing from between his lips "my daddy always said if it bleeds you can kill it, and a demon child is no exception" the general whispered before firmly kicking Peter back down the hill tumbling and flailing Peter's limp body rolled down picking up speed and crashing into the river at the bottom. His body sunk into the dark depths of the water only his goggles floated for a brief few seconds and sunk to bottom with him leaving the others to stare in horror at the spot where they last saw him standing and the blood stained sword in the generals hand "well…back down to one problem" he chuckled turning back to the camp "get them up and move out" he ordered.

"I'll kill you! You son of a bitch!" Colt growled trying to charge at the general but was stopped by his restraints his blood boiling with searing hatred "first chance I get… I'm cutting your head off with that sword" he hissed.

The general turned to face Colt with a regardless smile "that would be a neat trick considering you'll be in custody when we reach the next town" he told him.

The soldiers dragged the team and their horses from the forest leaving Peters body below in the chilled waters of the flowing river.

(2014) it was lunch time for the students of midtown and the cafeteria was packed but it wasn't all an easy day or all the students, after having read the letter Ava brought them the guys all seemed over bummed out it even affected their team performance. Fury had to put them hold for a while as a grieving period which they used to spend time with their female companions which provided them with some comfort.

But Ava however used her time to study the arachnid kid's adventures in hopes that she could find a specific point in time before his death depending on whether Mr. Fantastic could recreate and reverse his experiment they might be able to save Peter. So she sat at her table surrounded by history books and quantum physics books reading deep into every chapter that she thought would be useful.

"Ava maybe you should take a break" Sam suggested as he tried sliding her book from her Ava's hand pinned down on his, her nails digging into his knuckles Sam's free hand jumped to his mouth face went snow white and his eyes bulged with stinging salty tears pooling in them "Ava…ow….please it hurts" Sam cried trying his hardest to hold down the rest of the pain.

Ava however was now staring him down like a tigress warding off another from its kill "don't ever…touch...my books Sam!" she growled pulling her hand from his leaving five red indents on his knuckles. "I'm trying to find a way to bring Peter home I would hope you guys would try to help" she added. Shooting Luke and Danny a threatening stare "you guys can pretend everything is fine and normal but I can't! Ever since he disappeared I've felt a void in me but ever since I read his letter that void is I becoming less noticeable with each chapter of every book I read…" Ava trailed off as a picture caught her attention in one of the history books.

It was a teenage boy covered soot concealing most of his facial features and a sweater with what looked like a giant spider emblem on the chest standing beside a blond boy the same age and one slightly older bearing extreme resemblance to Wolverine with an old civil war sabre stuck in the ground in front of them captioned "heroic out laws save union war hero from mad former confederate general" Ava read the caption and closely examined the picture the man on the right was Wolverine and the younger man in the middle was Peter without a doubt in her mind. She turned the book around to show the guys smiling a triumphant smile "look! Here he is! Shouldn't this and his letter be more than enough motivation for you guys to help me!" she snapped. The bite in her tone and fire in her passion made the guys lower their eyes in shame they knew Ava was right they knew Peter was alive but did nothing to help him whereas Ava had gone to extreme to find him.

"We're sorry Ava, you're right webs is family and you never turn your back on family…where can we start?" Luke asked sifting through Ava's books.

(1895)

A short ways down the river bend Peter washed ashore on to the river bank unconscious with his hand over his wound and his goggles at his feet. He lied there in the shallow water upon the soft rock bed under the glow of the moon easily mistakable for dead. A young child crept out from the tree line with a bow in hand and an arrow at full draw approaching Peter's body unsure if he was a potential enemy or alley. He stood over Peter's body seeing his guns on his waist the child drew the bow to full tension the arrow head was gently swaying but when his eyes fell on the spider on his chest he let the bow go limp and whistled into the trees waiving towards himself and more tribal hunters crept from the shadows to the river bank and dragged Peter into the forest.

hey everybody some good news I managed to recover one story, still trying to recover the others

hope you all enjoyed this chapter, R&R comments and suggestions are always welcomed