The door to the basement was as old as time itself. Peter Parker remembered hiding inside its vaults.
As a kid.
"So what exactly are we looking for? " Watson said,  looking at the boxes.
Peter reached over and opened one of them, "Some computer that won't be traced! "
"Oh shit. Is that Mac1?" Watson doubled over, amazed, "Shit, Uncle Ben must have been one crazy geek. "
Peter gazed at him.
"No, not like that. I meant like, crazy good geek. "

***
Three hours later, they were inside Watson's parents' basement.
"All right, all I need is some admin password, " Watson said, punching code, "And there we go. New York police department official database hacked into by Professor Watson the computer wizard. "

Peter looked on at the screen, "Great work, Wats. All right, get me all they have about this Russians sons of bitches. "

An hour went by and the database was flowing swiftly.
"So, is this really all they have about them. " Watson fussed, "I thought they had this giant file on them. "

Peter sighed.

"Alright, " he said, "Search for those captured."
"Captured? "
"At the hospital, genius! "
Watson typed.
"Says here Alisa Friedman, Susan Boyle, Zimbardo Cohen, Mark Henry, May Parker... " Watson stopped.
"Oh shit. Shit shit shit shit! "Peter smirked, "The fuckers have her. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. "
"What are we gonna do? " Watson asked.

As if in reply, there was a bang on the door.
"OPEN UP. IT'S POLICE! "