Wednesday comes and I go to dinner at my favorite restaurant down the street from my old apartment. I hug the waitress who I've had for years before leaving.

I walk out and start the walk to Peter Parker's apartment, which is about thirty minutes away. After a while of walking I notice someone following me, at a quite close distance.

I get a feeling that this is not going to end well as I quicken up my pace to make some space between us.  I look back and see that they have also quickened their pace too.

I pull my sleeve down and dial Peters number hoping he will answer... but he doesn't.  I leave him a message.

"Peter... oh my gosh... please I'm being followed... I don't know if I'll be able to contact you again...  but if I don't show up tonight go into my safe... the combination is... I can't say it out loud but I know you can figure it out.  Peter please!" I trip whole saying that last word "there's the way to track my location... please... help." I hang up as the man holds a cloth over my mouth.  I try to fight him off but his grip is too tight.

"Help!" I yell into the cloth.  The man just chuckles at me and holds it over my nose too.  I breathe in whatever was on the cloth and pass out.

Two hours later, at the Parker resident, peter sees a missed call from (y/n). He didn't get it as he was out as Spider-Man fighting some random dude.  He tries to call her back but no response, but sees a voice mail has come in.

He listens to it who's face gets progressively more pale... he goes immediately to the safe which is stored in his closet and sees a four digit passcode for the lock.

"I'll find you (y/n).  I will because I love you." He whispers and starts to try and break the code.