Peter rested his head against the car seat. His breathing was feeling way too heavy for comfort. The man driving in the front was talking about some science experiment, and that made Peter's nervous spiral even more. Feeling relieved, he pulled out his phone, glad that no one had taken it. Peter rushed to his contacts, and his eyes glided over all the numbers. Who would be most useful? May was at work, and Mr. Stark just wasn't an option. Happy then? Peter pressed the contact, and his heart rate spiked when the man in front inquired what he was up to.
"Texting someone quickly." Peter breathed, pressing his fingertips against the screen. So over joyed when Happy answered almost immediately to his message.
Peter: Happy help! I'm being kidnapped!
Happy: Kid, where are you?
Peter: I'm with some strange person in a black car! Help!
Happy: I'll call Tony. Hang tight, and don't switch your phone off.
Hopefully, the front radio was loud enough that the other guy didn't notice his frantic breathing and typing. Happy seemed to have a nervous edge to his text message. Peter closed his eyes and took a deep breath inwards. He needed to calm down and act as if he didn't just contact someone for help. He needed this conversation to remain secret. The driver couldn't notice anything highly suspicious. He needed to calm himself down.
The driver twisted in his seat, "Okay kid, seriously, who are you texting?" Peter let out a loud screech and closed his phone. He shared a wide-eyed glance with the driver. Deep breaths. Calm down. Someone was going to rescue him, eventually. He would not die with this stranger still holding him captive.
"Kid?" The driver started before being interrupted by his own ringing phone. The man put it on speaker, "Wonder why he is calling? Kid were still talking. Just give me a second."
"Hiya"
"Okay, Tony, listen up. I was just texting with Peter, and he is being kidnapped." Tony frowned and glanced behind him.
"You sure, Hap?" Tony questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, what, even Tony! Someone has kidnapped the kid," Happy said, sounding now worried and agitated.
"Don't worry, Hap, I'll deal with it. The kid is right behind me." Tony finished before ending the call and ever so slowly turning around. Good thing New York traffic was heavy, and he could actually do that without making some cosmic accident.
"Underoos, I already told you my goatee is going to grow back! It's literally just a few more days." Tony said, letting out a long-suffering sigh. Why did he always have to deal with this? Even Morgan was acting more jumpy around him and not wanting any hugs. He literally just made one minor mistake when shaving. Was the total shunning really that necessary? Peter clearly thought so as he scurried further into his seat corner.
"WHO ARE YOU?"
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