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Peter's POV:
"Okay then," An irritating and somehow scratchy voice shrieked in my ear for the millionth time, "Tell us about the girl. What is she worth to Stark and the Others, why do they keep her there?"
I didn't say a word. there was no way that I was going to bail on Y/n like that. especially not after these people had kidnapped me, blindfolded me, tied me to a chair, and made me miss the Thai takeaway that May said she was going to order.
The nerve of some people.
"Look, nobody knows where you are and you're never going to make it out of here alive, so you might as well tell us everything." The person hissed, but I wasn't worried. I had buzzed the bracelet to let Y/n know that I needed help and I had great faith that Mr. Stark would have hidden some kind of tracker in the bracelet.
"At least give me a name!" He yelled throwing a stick at my head.
Even though this guy had captured me in my Spiderman suit, he didn't seem to get that the spidey senses helped me out when it came to dodging flying obstacles and he was clearly finding it very infuriating.
"How the fuck are you dodging them?" He yelled at me.
I fought myself to contain a laugh, Y/n would be here any minute now.
"Look, I don't care how much you want to protect your little friend, you're going to tell me what's so important about her right now."
I heard the sound of something hard hit something even harder and then I heard the crumple of a body hitting the floor.
"First of all, I'm his girlfriend, don't insult me." I heard Y/n's voice echo in the empty basement like music to my ears as she walked over to me, pulled off my blindfold and started to untie me from the chair. "And second of all, that guy had a really hard head." She said, shaking out her fist.
"Aww," I smiled, "Let me kiss it better." I raised her outstretched hand to my mouth before standing up and stretching.
If you're going to go to all the trouble of kidnapping somebody then you should at least give them a nice chair, otherwise, it's just bad manners.
She pulled me in for a kiss and whispered, "I am so, so glad you're safe."
"Well, that's good news because I'm pretty glad too. I replied, grinning and staring into her eyes.