Kidnap me? Lol no
Tony was surprised that the floor had not worn away underneath Harley’s pacing feet. He was walking back and forth and back and forth and back and forth.
“You seem stressed.”
“Thanks, it’s the stress,” Harley snarked back, and Tony thought maybe he deserved that one.
Peter had vanished. Poof. Into thin air. One second, he was telling Harley to wait inside Happy’s car for him, and the next second he was gone, not returning even though they waited, like he asked him to, for ages. Yes, he knew it was very much like Peter to disappear and ditch for Spider-Man stuff that he can’t leave alone (bless his pure little heart) and he had convinced himself that this was what happened on the car journey back. Only, when he did reach the tower, FRIDAY said that Karen had not been activated since yesterday. So Peter had not ditched to Spider-Man. Cue Harley’s panic.
He knew that his pacing was annoying Tony, maybe making him more worried too, but it was probably the only thing keeping him from hyperventilating. Where had Peter gone? Why couldn’t they contact him? Was he in danger?
A small comforting thought was that Peter literally was superhuman. He was way more durable than the average teenage boy, and this was a good thing. But Harley also knew that heroes could get hurt too; it wasn’t impossible to capture captain America or to injure iron man. He just begged that he was safe- or at least, not hurt. He refused to believe he could ever be dead.
So Harley continued his pacing while Tony waited for FRIDAY to find the kid. They were going to find him.
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Peter was quite bored. These guys were clearly amateurs: he could probably break out of these restraints even if he didn’t have super strength. Thing was, he had to go with them, pretending to struggle, because he didn’t want them to find out he was Spider-Man. He was determined to break free without them figuring it out.
He just wished that they would look away, just for two seconds. There were four guys, all dressed in black, and only one of them seemed bright enough to keep his eyes on Peter while they talked out their plan. Shouldn’t they have figured it out before they kidnapped him?
Peter had to physically stop himself from saying this out loud; he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. It would be painfully easy to free himself, he knew, but he forced himself to wait. Just a little longer.
Eventually one of the guys said something dumb enough to evoke the leader to turn and look at him, annoyed, exclaiming out a ‘shut up!’
This was all Peter needed. When they turned to look back at the chair where he sat, he was no longer there, leaving behind three spluttering, confused men and one angry one.
Peter strolled casually out of the doors once he knew he was out of sight, and he ducked into an alley to pull out his suit (he had grabbed his bag that they left by the door on his way out) and got dressed quickly before he returned to the room where the men had not processed his disappearance fast enough to flee.
He lowered himself for the ceiling slowly by a web, calling out, “Kidnapping is not cool, guys,” and had them webbed to the floor before they could begin to move. They looked dumbstruck; Peter almost giggled. He jumped and flipped himself over through the air to land on his feet, before giving them a little wave and swung himself away.
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“I have an update, boss,” FRIDAY’s voice echoed through the room, making Tony and Harley perk up in an instant, eagerly waiting to hear it. However, before she could elaborate, the elevator dinged and Peter walked out, sipping a milkshake casually, looking completely unbothered.
Tony blinked. Harley ran forward and flung himself onto Peter. His arms tightly clasped around his neck, he squeezed him a little before pulling back. “You idiot! I was so worried, we thought you had been kidnapped, and you just come strolling through here?!”
“I was,” Peter replied, “I brought you back a milkshake.”
“What?”
“Milkshake!” He said, holding it out for Harley to take.
“You were kidnapped?!”
“Oh yeah, it was really boring.”
“It wa- okay.” He took a deep breath in. “How are you so unbothered?”
“Because I was just waiting for the right moment to break free without them seeing.”
Harley smirked and pushed Peter’s shoulder. “I was so worried, you moron.”
“I thought I was your darling,” Peter smirked back, sipping his milkshake like they were talking about school or food or a lab project, not Peter’s kidnapping. “Are you going to take this or do I get two?”
Harley grabbed the cup, his panic completely dissolving as if he couldn’t believe he had ever doubted Peter’s ability. “Come on then, darlin, let’s go create some more trouble.”
Tony was just stood there, frozen and observing from a distance. The kids had disregarded Peter’s abduction so quickly that he felt dizzy (and offended, that he spent so long looking for him when he was perfectly fine).
He was so done.