Presumed

Peter smiled as he dropped to the ground. After months of tracking the resident serial killer, in secret, Peter finally found where Adda Beaker lived. Of course, all this happened without Tony knowing. His father figure would ground him forever if he ever fond out. Stick to the basic friendly neighbourhood spider-man jobs and no getting over your head, Tony had told him just 20 minutes prior when Peter begged for some extra time out.

Maybe he should call for some backup....Peter debated, but he stopped short when he heard Adda stamping around in his bottom apartment building. Based on his calculations, the man left his house every day at 7:15 p.m., and right now, Karen confirmed the time to be only 4 minutes short. So with his mind made up, Peter ran to the killer's door and, with one well placed kick, knocked it from its hinges. 

A shout came from the inside filled with rage, Peter swallowed down his nerves. He was spider-man, and this was an easy job. Peter jumped onto the ceiling before crawling down the hallway. Based on the heartbeat, the man was in the room at the end of the hall. And if the plans Peter studied was anything to go by, that was the kitchen. The banging of drawers and clanging of pans only made Peter's heart beat faster, and almost too soon, Peter pushed at the kitchen door  with one of his fingers. It slid open with no problem. Peter kinda expected the door to be barricaded with a chair or something, but that didn't matter know. Adda Becker was clearly not afraid.

A knife soared through the now open doorway followed shortly by a second, luckily both messed Peter as a still clung to the ceiling. Ever so tentivaly, Peter picked into the room 

" Karen scans him for any possible weapons." He whispered but failed to refrain from immediate attention. The killer's eyes burned into his masked ones with hatred.

"Adda Becker appears to have three pocket knives, one dagger, and multiple kitchen knifes.Be careful, Peter." The al concluded sounding as worried as her coding allowed. Peter gulped nervously. Why even...

"Dude, do you really need so many weapons?" Peter quipped while  jumping to the ground.There was no use trying to fight from the ceiling. Peter almost instantly regretted it. Somehow, a bucket of paint was attached to the doorway, and the moment Peter stepped inside, the man seemed to press a release button of sorts. Red liquid rained onto Peter,dripping from his head towards the rest of his suit. A circuit or something inside his suit made a fizzing pop noise, and everything felt too silent.

" Karen?" Peter questioned, but when he got no response, he groaned with irritation. 

"Dude, you broke my Al,not cool. And why use red paint?"

 The man only growled in response before grabbing at his dagger, which was hidden in his left sleeve. The killer charged forward with his arms muscles tense and ready for a stabbing motion. 

Peter dodged the first attempt of attack before shooting a wed at the man's face, but even with one of his eyes completely covered, Adde continued unfazed. Peter grabbed at the man's foot before flipping him to the ground. The poor man landed against his own table with a crash. Being the non-violent type, Peter was happy the villains generally didn't style their homes. There was nothing to fall from the table, but Peter still felt a tad, sorry.

"You are going to die tonight, you bug!"The man all but screamed in rage. 

"I'm actually an arachnid mister -" Peter stopped mid sentence as his spider sense went crazy. Four blades soared right at him, but his skills weren't enough to stop all of them. A single knife plunged into his side. He glanced at the dagger helt, then the man on the floor. "Did you just throw those at me?"

That shouldn't have surprised Peter too much .Wasn't that the first thing that happened when Peter opened the door in the first place? It didn't matter, though, because it sure hurt,like a lot, and Peter didn't have Karen to give him an anylase. Tony was going to kill him. Just when that though hit him, he was forced to dive to the ground as the man threw one of the kitchen chairs. Peter's head and the solid floor connected. 

****

Tony was busy working in the in the lab, waiting for the kid to come back, when Friday cut off his music, and decided to replace it with some new report. Just when Tony was going to question the Ai, a female voice filled the air,

“ Although heartbreaking the fact, gathered information and the murderers confirmation tells us one thing, New York cities beloved Spider-man is dead”

The screw driver cluttered to the ground, and Tony’s heart clenched painfully. His breath started coming out in ragged pants. Tony clutched a hand to his chest. Dead. Dead. Dead. His mind played the world like an old record player. In the back of his mind, Tony noticed the paused report. He needed more....now. Th-his beautiful innocent child couldn’t be dead. Not so young, not ever. He couldn’t be.

“Sir I insist you try to calm down. Mrs Potts has already been notified of your current panic attack, and she is on her way down.”

Tony’s eyes stared unblinking at the ceiling. His kid was possibly dead he couldn’t be calm, but Friday was right on some aspect he shouldn’t give up. He had to find Peter dead or alive. The kid deserved that much, if not more. Then Pepper was there, her own face crumpled in defeat and sadness. Tears glinted in the corners of her eyes.

“So it’s true then?” She asked softly, a tear racing down her check. Tony started her in the eyes, “I’m going to find him. Friday be a dear and continue the news report would you.”

“Sir I wouldn’t recommend these actions with the emotionally sta-“ Tony cut her off, “ I didn’t ask what you think. Play it on Friday.”

The reply started up.” Spider-man’s suit was fond near a now proven serial killer’s house full of blood. While the body is still unfound, medical professionals and on-scene police officers came to an agreement. Even if Spider-man had enhanced abilities, the amount of blood lost suffered is surely a death sentence. Many are theorising that the hero, after seeing his fate, decided to abandon the suit and die peacefully, maybe with family members at his side or a comforting place."

Tony and Pepper started at each other again. The latter with tears flowing across her face and some smudged mascara. Tony shook his head at her,” He could be alive, Pep. You heard them they haven’t found a body.”

Tony sounded bleak even to himself. The chances are barely there. Peter could have swung to May’s apartment and-and. Tony wouldn’t say it. He couldn’t.

“Friday get me a suit. I’m going to May’s apartment.”

“You think he might be there?” Pepper questioned with a supporting hand on his shoulder. Tony exhaled roughly, but never the less he gave his soon to be fiancé a nod. As Tony soared away through the air, neither of the couple mentioned what exactly Tony could come across.