Ain't got Antler's on my walls, but I sure know mating calls. From the stalls, on the bars on a Friday night....

And other boys may need a map, But I can close my eyes and I have you wrapped around my fingers like that.

Okay. Okay it had been almost an entire goddamn week since Johnny's heard anything from Peter. In fact, no one's heard a word of the vigilante! Not even Tony knew where his pseudo kid was, who wasn't even a kid at the ripe age of 23, but don't bother arguing that with Tony.

Johnny decided to just say 'screw it' and go to Peter himself as soon as he had the time after recently doing a modeling shoot for a magazine cover and billboard. His sunglasses slid down his nose a bit as he walked up the steps of the apartment in Queens, he didn't need anybody recognizing him when the person who matters most was probably in trouble.

What if he's hurt? What if he was kidnapped?? What if something awful happened to him?!

Johnny sharply took the sunglasses off his face, stuffing them almost frantically into the front of his shirt to hang off of as his feet hurried him into and up the elevator to the floor of where Peter's apartment complex resided, the minutes seemed to go by so much slower, his jaw ticking with impatience and anxiety.

"I swear to god...he better not be moping around when he's left me sick to death with worry...this better be serious..." Johnny muttered to himself as the Elevator finally reached the floor with a 'ding!', doors opening and he sped right on out, chest rising and falling rapidly as he hurried down the hall.

He didn't bother knocking, oh god no. Peter had that privacy bullshit for an entire week now, Johnny was gonna figure out what was going on, make sure his best friend was healthy and safe. The human torch wouldn't know what to do with himself if...if Peter was hurt or worse.

He remembered the key under the doormat, and Johnny was quick to kneel down to slide it out and slip it through the hole, twisting it open with a sharp wrist, jiggling the doorknob loudly, frantically as the blonde opened the door, blonde hair tousled from how much he ran his hands through it on his way here, trying not to drive himself insane with thoughts of what could've possibly happened to Peter to have him going M.I.A.

"Alright, webs. I'm done with this waiting game. What the hell is going on? Where the hell have you been in the past week?! I've been so goddamn sick with worry, man..Makes me think I did something wrong...."