Where'd He Go? (Kidnapped)

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Michelle didn't know she passed out, but she did at some point, she realized, when she woke up.

This time it didn't take as long to remember previous events, seeing as Peter's screams were etched into her mind—oh my God, Peter.

She immediately whips around towards the one-way mirrored wall (She determined it was when she realized he couldn't see her) and her heart dropped.

Peter was gone.

The knife that was previously in his leg was on the floor, bloody and cast aside. The chair was still in the room, blood running down one side, from the stab wound.

There was nothing she could do. So, she sat in silence, waiting for something to happen, letting her mind wander.
• • •
Peter rudely woke up to intense pain in his leg. He gasped and opened his eyes. Toomes was leaning over him, bloody knife in hand. He must have taken it out just now, he thought.

He could feel his heartbeat in his leg and watched blood leak out of the wound. Rolling off his leg and seeping onto the floor.

Toomes threw the blade aside. "come on, we gotta get you cleaned up for today's show, since you're the star. Any funny business and you won't like the outcome, got it?" He said, waving the cattle prod in his hand.

Peter decided that it was best to just cooperate right now, since he wouldn't get far on his bad leg. It wouldn't take too long to heal since the knife didn't hit anything too serious, and getting it cleaned would help it not become infected. So he nodded.

He let Toomes cuff his hands in front of him and guide him out of the room, cattle prod pressed against his back, ready to immobilize him at a moment's notice.

He entered an empty room with a hook attached to the ceiling, Toomes hooked the chain of his shackles to it and cranked it so his hands we're forced above his head. He should have known that the cleaning wasn't going to be pleasant, but he didn't picture this.

Toomes cut off Peter's bloody clothes, leaving him in his boxers. He then grabbed a hose, and started spraying Peter with it.

It was ice cold, and Peter regretted cooperating in that moment. He was getting mouthfuls of water and trying not to choke. Water pooled around the drain in the floor, turning a pinkish color mixing with his blood.

When it was over, Peter was shivering. With the little energy he had left, he looked at Toomes and said,

"Well, not exactly a five-star experience, but what
can ya do?" he attempted a shrug.

Toomes simply scoffed and left the room.

Peter spent the next hour struggling in his handcuffs, hoping by some miracle they would break and he could get out of here before hypothermia took over.
• • •
Michelle wondered, is anyone coming? What if Peter's dead? She hadn't really thought about it in this moment, but she really did like Peter. She was just really bad at getting close to people. She kept everyone at arms length with her bored demeanor, and she liked it that way. She was comfortable that way.

But now she was beginning to regret never really telling Peter how she felt.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open, bald guy walked in again. He set up a tripod and rummaged around with a few other things, and left again.

A few minutes passed, and bald guy came back, but this time with Peter. Peter was deathly pale and sopping wet. He was shivering, and also in his boxers. But Michelle felt relief flow through her body at the sight of an alive Peter.

Suddenly, Peter whipped around and hit Bald guy upside the head, knocking him over. Michelle started to cheer him on, hoping that maybe he would find her on his way out. He scrambled for the door, limping on his leg, which he found was locked. Trying to break down the door, Bald guy hit Peter with the cattle prod, making Peter crumble under his own weight.

Her breath hitched as Peter was shaking on the floor. Bald guy didn't stop, and eventually Peter started to scream. Finally his eyes rolled to the back of his head and bald guy stopped. Picking Peter up and fastening him back into the chair.

Bald guy shakes Peter's shoulder roughly, "Hey Pedro, wake up we don't got all day."

With his back to Peter. He was busy turning on the Camera and getting everything set up. The light went red on the Camera and Bald guy stepped back and waved at the camera.

"Heya Tony, I hate to bother you like this, but I'll be needing my weapons back, if not..." Bald guy steps aside so the camera is now on Peter, "The spider gets it."

A/N
Damn... this is kinda bad but honestly? I'm into it rn. I just wish my ideas would translate better into actual words lmao

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