~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Peter ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Peter stares at the screen across from him in horror. He quickly turns away looking around for Wade in a hurried panic. "Wade!" He calls, his tone serious as he runs towards the hall checking the bathroom and bedroom only to come up empty in his findings.

Where was Wade? Why isn't he here? Peter didn't remember the Merc telling him he was leaving. The idea of being alive be for the last hour terrifies Peter as he does and does another run through the  home.

He glances at the the news report with wise eyes. He looks around for his phone, practically pouncing on it when he sees it. He fumbles as he tries to unlocking only managing in locking it for a minuet. He whines and slips on shoes before running to the bedroom, dragging out their Peter packed bags as he waits for the phone to unlock. He throws back anything that had been taken out of them since they had been packed before unlocking his phone and dialing Wade. Where is he?

"Hey-"

"Wade! I-" Peter starts only to realize it's the voice tone.

Well what the hell? Peter tries again only for the phone to ring to nothing. He hangs up, flinching at the sound of someone stomping outside in the hallway.

He searches through his contact trying Max instead. He couldn't call Tony, it would put the man under a bad light and they couldn't risk it. As far as S.H.I.E.L.D. Was aware Max didn't own any technology other then a mandated device given to all agents after being unofficially removed from the avengers she didn't have her communicators since she had been relocated from the tower.

The phone rings for a long time before he once again is met by a useless voicemail tone.

He pulls the phone away and looks at the screen blankly. This is bad. This is very bad.

Peter jumps when he hears the knock on his door, his spider sense suddenly prickling as he becomes aware of strangers creeping out in his hallway, the small sounds weapons clicking as the walk. Work boots lightly scraping against brick a few feet above Peter's window.

Bad. Very bad. The arachnid growls Lowly as he slides on his web shooters, relying on the fact that the webs would disintegrate after an hour unlike his natural silk before grabbing the two duffle bags. His hangs are bared as he edges towards the window. He would only have one chance. With that idea in mind he sets the bags down again and quickly empties out half of his bag before stuffing half of Wade's in. They had planned they would both be here if they had to run. He makes sure the extra bag is packed, aware of the front door opening as he hides it in one of his hiding spots in the floor. He pulls the single bag over his shoulder looking around and grabbing their cat sleeping on the bed. He holds her gently as the feline gives him a glare for waking her. He is running out of time as he slowly opens the window, hearing the swat team coming down the short hall.

"Movement on North window, engaging." Is the immediate response to the opening of the glass plane. Peter doesn't waste time before leaping out the window, twisting when heavy tranks are fired at him. The cats eyes widen in fear as her claws sing down into his arm as the free fall towards the ground. The arachnid spins a web in a natural weave given to him through the mixing of his genetics. The cat well secured in the firm hold he can more he shoots another web only for a dart to shoot through it. He is only saved from a premature death for the automatic response his his Spider Sense taking over his body to save himself.

The cat isn't thrilled at all. Quite terrified as her smaller, not all human father sings around buildings like some manic, crazy bird or Spider. Loud blades of a helicopter causing her to pin her ears back against her head as she watches the world flash by. She didn't like the sticky strings holding her stiffly still in a satchel stuck against Peter as he tries to put run. The cat can barely comprehend the speeds they are flying at as he pulls and manipulates the webbing to rush him forward. She screeches in fright when Peter does a series of acrobatics to avoid gunfire before slinging them into a parking garage. His handing on a cement beam is brutal put her father sticks nonetheless and crawls towards and elevator that would bring him to the floor of a building where he could hopefully Loose the fuckers.

Now of course the cat didn't know what all this was. All she knew was that she was damn well pleased when her parent started pouring something on the sticky casing around her, making it peel off after a few floors riding down. When it opens he had stuffed a well trained cat into his hoodie, holding her by sticking his hands in his pockets. Being a small cat she was thankfully rather unnoticeable.

Peter's face on the other hand....