Chapter - 4 - Second Favourite Kidnapping.

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Peter Parker was beginning to learn that anything he deems impossible, usually isn't, and it's usually proven in the worst possible way.

(Someone shrinking yet to the size of an ant, then growing to the size of a giant, Impossible.

Yet proven possible in a fight against him.)

(Him getting superpowers, impossible.

Unless you get bitten by a radioactive spider on a field trip.)

(Even getting a date for prom was utterly impossible for punny little Parker...

Except when his date has a supervillain for a father.)

Though he would admit, not every impossibly was proven wrong in the worst possible way.

Today was a prime example.

Peter Parker knew that getting to eat delicious pancakes with PROPER MAPLE SYRUP. LIKE, MADE FROM MAPLE, was impossible during a kidnapping, it just wasn't supposed to happen.

But as they say, 'When life gives you lemons...'

Though in his case instead of 'Make lemonade' it's 'eat piping hot blueberry pancakes' not that he was complaining.

Not at all.

And with those thoughts, Peter ate.

He ate at a speed that many heroes and beasts only ever dreamed of, giving proper evidence to the term 'inhaling food.'

It was however very, very fulfilling.

The sweet taste of proper maple syrup, the slight bitterness when he bit into a blueberry hidden within the fluffed batter of the pancakes.

It was perfect, yet it was like a dream in so many ways... a magical moment over far too quickly.

He gazed mournfully down at his empty plate before once again turning to look up at the woman, she seemed to hesitate for a moment before a cheerful smile bloomed onto her face.

Surprisingly when she spoke up, it happened to be in English.

"Think you'd like another?"

And just like that, the late Saturday morning flew by in a whirlwind of delicious food and light-hearted conversation.

It was around noon when the young hero actually found he was actually enjoying the company.

When he found himself enjoying being kidnapped.

Then the door opened…

Someone else came onto the scene, and strangely enough, it was a police officer.

Not that he seemed particularly interested in helping him escape.

Quite the opposite actually, and isn't that just his luck?

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Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi wasn't having a good day, even worse he couldn't explain why.

Ever since he woke up this morning it's seemed like the world was against him, and it wasn't because of the headache he woke up with.

Before even leaving the safety of his home the detective had found gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe, the hot water not working in the shower, and he somehow managed to stub his toe on a door of all things, (before it swung back and hit him in the face) the cherry on top seemed to be the cactus falling off its shelf and onto him while he was watering it.

So yeah, he wasn't having a good start to the day, and it only seemed to be worse at work with a new hero going by the name 'Spider-Man' fleeing a villain attack without listing credentials or his hero registration.

He was beginning to think it was a new vigilante scouring the streets for unsupervised and illegal 'hero work.'

Which was just what he needed, another vigilante.

Dear God, didn't he have enough on his plate?

Even when he thought his day couldn't get any worse, lunchtime rolled around and he realised he left his lunch at home because of course, he did.

Throwing his head into his hands with a groan Naomasa finally accepted that he was going to have to get something from the food court across the street, it wouldn't have all his favourites like Makoto's lunchbox did, (especially after she saw the wreck he was this morning) but he'd have to manage.

So with reluctant acceptance, the detective fished into his pocket to grab his wallet.

Only to find it wasn't there.

Where is it?!

Frantically he began pouring out his pockets onto his desk.

His police notebook, police badge and pen were all there, even a couple strips of old wrapped gum where stuffed into the seams.

His gloves were on his desk next to his hat, and there was nothing else but lint left in his pockets after his frantic search.

So with another, much louder groan, his head found its way onto his desk in frustration as officers nearby looked over in confusion.

So it's come to this... he'd have to skip lunch, Makoto wouldn't be happy.

As if to protest his final decision, his stomach released an embarrassingly loud growl, one that drew more attention then he was comfortable with getting him do rethink his decision as he quickly dashed out of the building before any of his junior officers discovered where exactly, or who, the growl came from.

So, with that slightly embarrassing exit, Naomasa finally began his commute home.

Little did he know, his sister had company, or that in a few short hours a young moss haired boy would meet his hero.

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Peter Parker said it once and he'll say it again, he was having a blast.

The food was great, (pancakes!) his kidnapper didn't even strap him down or anything, she was even polite enough to give her name, Makoto Tsukauchi!

(Even if it wasn't her real name he appreciated the sentiment)

Strangely enough, this was officially his second favourite kidnapping.

(Iron Man taking him to Germany came first.

He got a new suit, and he got to meet the Avengers, overall pretty cool kidnapping. There was a bit more infighting from his kidnapped then he was expecting, but he got to hold - steal - CAPTAIN AMERICA's SHEILD, so plus sides!)

Although as they say, all good things come to an end and so did this one.

So as surprising as it was for a stranger to walk into the apartment, it ultimately didn't startle him too much.

Only enough to once again have one foot out the window before the intruder finally noticed his presence.

2 for 2 with attempted escapes and both were caught in the same position, although this time he didn't open the window, just crushed some of the already shattered glass in his impromptu escape.

He looked up at the man who was in the midsts of removing his tan coat and hat, looking every bit like a police detective before he stopped mid-greeting to stare at the unknown party, him.

The realisation made his white suit eyes widen with shock before he heard a resounding 'smack' and turned to look at the woman who made the delicious blueberry pancakes in the middle of a facepalm.

It was a good facepalm, worthy of a meme or a classic caption, something like 'screwed the pooch' or a reaction to some rather out-there conspiracy theory's, either way, 10 out of 10 would facepalm again.

The comical sight of an everyday guy eyes blown with shock before turning to the nice pancake lady with something akin to exasperation (something he was all too familiar with) as she looking back at him with a 'what can you do face' that really didn't scream sympathetic was a delight to behold and surprisingly refreshing.

It reminded him of home, with Aunt May, or of tinkering with Mr Stark and DUMB-E, or Ned and MJ talking about his greatest hits or fails in his opinion.

It was so refreshing that he fell back into a familiar rhythm, and held out his hand to the stranger before him, or strangers.

"Hi, I'm Spider-Man, nice to meet you."

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