It's half-past nine when Peter Parker pads out of his room, still wearing his pink Hello Kitty Pajama Pants™. There was a point in his life when he would've been mortified by this, but he now appreciates the little things that make him feel closer to Mr. Stark. It makes him feel just a little bit warmer. Besides, they were actually pretty soft.

Peter finds his way to the kitchen. Sunlight spills in through the window, basking the room in a comfortable, orange glow. Aunt May had already left for work, and the apartment is quiet. It's nice, as far as Saturday mornings go.

After fixing himself a bowl of cereal, Peter slumps into the sofa with his Froot Loops. He reaches for the remote, turns the TV on to a random channel for background noise, and gets to work on his cereal.

This, of course, is where things go wrong. A nice, peaceful weekend is too much to ask for, apparently.

The solemn tone of the reporter cuts though his morning grogginess.

"The search for Morgan Stark is ongoing, but there has been no contact with the culprit so far. No demands have been made. The NYPD has-"

His head snaps up, eyes wide. Slowly, Peter sets down his cereal, chilled by a gruesome sense of horror.

The screen shows crowds of people filling the streets, people refusing to let down the daughter of the man that saved the universe. Peter would've been glowing with pride for the people of his city, but it's overshadowed by the fact that-

Morgan.

He tears down the hallway back to his room, finding his phone on his desk.

Four missed calls from Happy.

Two missed calls from Aunt May.

One missed call from Ned.

Two missed calls from Pepper.

He calls Pepper, and presses the phone to his ear. She answers almost immediately.

"Peter-" she starts, her voice hoarse from crying.

"What happened? What can I do?"

"Peter, the police say that the man's name is Matthew Lantz, but they can't find him. They think he's in New York, in the city. The others are out looking, but I-" Pepper's voice breaks.

"I'll find her," he says resolutely. "I'll find her."

His hands are shaking, and he doesn't know if it's from fear or anger. Peter puts on the suit.

He finds her.

It's the following night, and in a cruel twist of fate, Peter finds himself atop of what used to be the Avengers Tower. It's old and dilapidated, having been left to rot for five years, abandoned by the new buyers.

The city glows softly beneath him, the lights arranged in intricate patterns below. It's raining- because of course it is- and Peter is tired and angry in a way he hasn't been since Uncle Ben died.

The goon is dangling Morgan over some sort of portal by her ankle, and she's kicking and screaming, but alive. She sees him first.

"Pe- Spider-Man!" She cheers. She's wet and dirty and still in her princess pajamas, but she's okay.

The man startles, and turns toward Peter. His frown deepens, and his eyebrows furrow. The mans hair and suit are soaked and sticking to is body.

"Put her down," says Peter, putting his hands up placatingly. He takes a tentative step forward.

"Tony Stark wronged me, and now that he's dead," he spits, "I missed my chance to get even."

Peter lets the man talk, trying to think of a way to get to Morgan without letting her get dropped into the ominous-looking portal.

"He saved your life," Peter says in an attempt to reason with the man.

"He ruined my life!"

And Peter knows that Mr. Stark was not a perfect man, but he doesn't want to know what Mr. Stark may or may not have done- he's tired. The conversation hurts too much, and Peter just wants to get Morgan and go home.

"Whatever he did, she has nothing to do with it! Please," pleads Peter, voice breaking, "put her down."

He doesn't, because that would be too easy.

Instead, without breaking eye-contact, he drops her. Peter surges forward, feet almost sliding on the slick rooftop, and dives after Morgan without hesitation.

He reaches out and tightly wraps his arms around her, one hand protectively over the back of her neck. She latches on, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck and burying her head in his shoulder. They tumble. Several times he thinks she'll be ripped from his grasp, but he holds on, hoping he's not crushing her.

He lands on his back, and his head slams into the dry concrete surface below. His ears are ringing and he's wheezing from having the air knocked out of him, but he spares a moment to be thankful he broke Morgan's fall.

The moment doesn't last.

Morgan is pulled from his arms. Sluggishly, but not without dread, Peter realizes that the man followed them through.

Peter tries to sit up, but he can hardly function. His limbs aren't doing what he wants. His back protests sharply when he shifts to move. Everything's so heavy. Though cloudy vision, he watches helplessly as she's carried away.

Before he drifts off completely, he's just lucid enough to see two figures come into his field of vision. They keep their distance, slow and careful in their approach.

He has just enough time to wonder if his head injury from the fall was fatal, because he swears that one of the men is Tony Stark.

Peter drifts off.