Miles didn't know how long he had been in the back of the car.
In the middle of the night, someone broke into his dorm. Ganke had gone home for the long weekend, so Miles was supposed to be alone. Someone pressed a gun into his head while the others tied his hands and feet together. They also gagged him. Miles attempted to struggle, but the man's finger was on the trigger. They dragged him out the fire escape.
The car eventually came to a stop. The two people revealed themselves to work for Kingpin as they abducted him. That made the situation infinitely scarier. The only reason Kingpin would call for his kidnapping is if he knew Miles was Spider-Man.
One of the goons threw a bag over Miles's head. One dragged Miles by the arms, and the other carried him by his legs. He eventually heard a door open. He was shoved into a metal chair.
The bag was ripped off Miles's head. He was in what looked like an abandoned warehouse. The goons secured him to a chair. Miles was already planning an escape route.
"Good work," Wilson said. "I'll wire the money to your bank account. Did you take the kid's phone?"
Miles remembered he was charging his phone on his nightstand. He always left his phone when he went on his nightly patrols. The men checked his pockets, finding nothing. "There's nothing," one goon said.
"Remove the gag," Wilson demanded. The same goon ripped the gag out. "What's your dad's number?"
"What?" Miles asked. That was not what he was expecting.
"What's your dad's phone number?" Wilson asked. "Don't play dumb, boy."
Miles, confused, gave Wilson the phone number. Was this some sort of sick joke? Was Wilson going to record Miles confessing to being Spider-Man, send it to his dad, then start whatever horrific torture they had planned for him?
Wilson called Jefferson Facetime. It didn't ring for long. "Hello, Officer Morales," Wilson said.
"Fisk?" Jefferson asked. "How did you get out of jail?"
"Not important," Wilson said. "I want to strike a deal with you. One I think could benefit both of us."
Miles couldn't see what Wilson was doing, but based on his dad's reaction, Wilson turned the phone. Jefferson managed to keep his composure as a police officer, but Miles knew he was probably freaking out. "If you want your kid back, I want Spider-Man dropped at my door. You have twelve hours. If I suspect any funny business, or you fail, I'll deliver your son at your doorstep dead."
Miles, as tense as he was, had to bite back laughter.
Miles didn't know how long he had been in here. He knew he needed to escape. However, Wilson and his goons were never far off. He knew if he snapped the ropes too easily, they'd be suspicious. The ropes were quite thick. He could easily break them with his advanced strength, but he couldn't reveal his identity.
"Still nothing from Officer Morales," Wilson said.
"Should we rough up the kid and send him a photo?" a goon asked.
Before Wilson could respond, they heard police sirens outside. The warehouse doors were quickly kicked down. One of the goons rushed behind Miles, pointing his gun at Miles's head. "Don't move," the goon with the gun ordered.
The police stood their ground. The goons and Fisk were distracted. Miles knew now was the time to act. So, he broke the rope holding his hands together. He rammed his elbow into the ribs of the guy with the gun. The guy hunched over. Miles was pretty sure he bruised at least one of the guy's ribs. The gun was also knocked from his hand.
They quickly assessed Miles was uninjured. So, Miles got up once he was free. He slowly walked out of the warehouse. He found his dad waiting outside. He knew his dad probably wasn't assigned the case since his dad always talked about how officers rarely were able to work on cases that affected their personal lives. However, he was still needed since he was the one who got the initial call.
Miles wanted to make a joke. However, instead, his dad pulled him in for a hug. Miles didn't realize how much he needed a hug right now.