Back with Peter, he just heard the call break. Tears are flowing down his face. His first instinct is to call Tony Stark and ask for help. But he shakes it off... for now.

"I'm sorry for letting this happen." He says, actually happy he's wearing his made so it's recorded.  He goes back to the riddle given to him to try and figure that out.

Im conflicted with love, and the parental figures don't help. The day we met plus my kiss

What does that mean? Peters head tries to make sense of the nonsense on the page in front of him.

After a bit of pacing up and down the walls and ceilings and such a bit makes sense.

"The day we met was a Thursday! So that's 5." He says writing the number under the part.

I get myself to the wall to try an escape from the three men... but they pull me to another room and tie me down to a chair.

"Alright pretty girl let's hear you answer these questions." The New Yorker says grabbing a towel and a knife. I gulp in realization.

Peter drops from the ceiling as a knock is heard on his bedroom door. He opens it to see May standing concerned.

"Peter it's almost midnight and (y/n) isn't here. I don't think she's with her foster parents either." She says.

"I'm worried too." He sighs.

"What's that you are working on?" May asks.

"A couple days ago (y/n) said if I could crack the lock I could look in her safe." Peter lies.  It's not very good but it convinced May.

"Can I see what you have so far?" She asks.  Peter hands the paper with the riddle on it.

"I must not be smart in the way this problem needs to be solved." Peter says putting himself down.

"Oh shush. Your so smart. I think that you are overthinking it.  Because I'm fairly certain the first part is 2." May hands the paper back.

Im conflicted with love,

Oh! She's in love with two people! That makes sense!  Peter hugs May before getting back to thinking.  Knowing that every minute he wastes is a minute closer to the 'fun' those men where talking about.