To say that Peter was having a bad week was an understatement… he was having a terrible one.

To start it all off, he was out on patrol until 3 am on Sunday night (monday morning really). He didn't mean to, but right as he decided to call it a night at 12 am… a fire started in an apartment building no less than 3 blocks away from his apartment.

On Monday when he woke up at 6 to take a shower and get ready for school, he fell flat on his face because he stepped on some legos that Ned had dropped when he found out Peter was Spider-Man (one of last weeks issues). When he got into the shower though, he realized his entire back was covered in burns… yay.

On Tuesday, he had a sensory overload due to all of his senses being dialed up to 11 and almost passed out in the bathroom from the pain it caused.

On Wednesday, he actually passed with flying colors on his math test (not really sure how, he never listened). But after school, Flash gave him the usual mid-week beating, though it wasn't as bad as usual.

On Thursday, things went from bad to worse (if that was even possible at this point), when Peter was out on his petrol. It was around 10 and to be honest, not much had happened other than an attempted robbery and a cat stuck in a tree. At least, until a certain red and gold tin can made his way around the skies trying to find a certain little spider. Of course, not trusting Stark whatsoever, Peter slipped into the shadows and watched as Iron Man landed on the roof he was just on. Peter heard a com conversation with his enhanced hearing, saying that they were looking for him… oh great.

On Friday, everything went to absolute shit (as if it wasn't already) and a staged robbery now left Peter mask to face with none other than Captain-freaking-America… Wow… just… wow. That's where Peter was now.

"Hello Spider-Man"

"Whats up Spangles" Peter knew he had to get out of this somehow… but how could he, Cap had a forearm against his chest and Peter's right hand in his left, while Peters left hand somehow got painfully stuck between his back and the brick wall he was pushed against.

"Look, I know this looks bad, but we need you to come with us." He sounded almost sad to be doing this to the vigilante.

"Oh really, can you explain a little better than that?" He knew he was being a little rube with his tone, but his left arm really hurt behind his back. Every time he tried to push Cap off him, the guy wouldn't budge, Peter knew he was stronger than Cap (He's a genius and can write an algorithm to calculate strength) so why couldn't he push him off.

"That's not going to work, Hawkeye hit you with a strength reducing drug when you swung by the tower on your way here." said Steve when he realized Spider-Man was trying to pry himself from Cap's grasp

Damn. He should have listened to his spidey sense… but it was only a low tingle so he ignored it. Classic Parker luck.

"This calls for better circumstances I guess." Steve sighed

"Tell me about it." Peter retorted. At that moment a man in a purple dress shirt and dress pants came out of the shadows of the alley and flashed a light in Peter's eyes, causing the young vigilante to fall to the ground, paralyzed from the neck down.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO!" Peter yelled.

"We needed to get you back to the tower, but you obviously didn't want to come. We couldn't sedate you because then you wouldn't know if we took off your mask or not, this way you know what we are doing but you cannot fight us."

"How long does this last?" Peter could hear the anger in his voice, but he didn't care at that point.

"Around an hour until you can start to move." Peter groaned.

"I have a life you know… people I need to go see…"

"Sorry, Kid" Said the man