My game was to play nice enough all of you fell in line, but a little spider couldn't keep out of it. [Beck sighs melodramatically as if affronted by this flaw in his plan.] Now you and your little family are poking around. Not likely to leave it be.

[He rematerializes further in the warehouse, standing as he hefts up a metal chair seemingly out of nowhere. Peter is limp where he is tied to the chair, and gagged. His dark hair was matted to his skull by sweat and blood, seemingly unaware of Leo's presence, much less anything else around him. He's clearly been beaten from the rough state of his suit is in and how limp he is.]

You're looking for this aren't you? [He roughly pats Peter's cheek, making the teenager stir slightly, groaning around the gag.]