AN: Allrighty, I know next to nothing about storytelling, but I decided to give it a shot. It might be stupid, it might be utter dog-shit, but if it is, be sure to let me know. I do strive to get better after all.

This takes place right after the events of Spider-Man: Homecoming.
Disclaimer: I don't own Spider-Man, I'm pretty sure Marvel and Sony are fighting for custody over their child. The only thing I own is this fanfiction.

INTRODUCTION

"Look who it is…"

Adrian Toomes was mildly surprised when he heard the voice of his old… colleague. If you could call him that. He never expected to reunite with anyone he worked with before he got caught. He stayed silent as Mac Gargan strolled over to him, a creepy smile pasted on his face.

"What are the odds you and I end up at the same summer camp?" Gargan continued, giving a light but sinister chuckle. Adrian was in no mood to play games with Gargan. He wasn't sure how well he would do if Gargan had some left over ill-feelings towards him. He might have been the boss outside of the joint, but in here, he doubted he could hold his own for a long time against someone like Mac Gargan, especially if he had gotten a hold of a weapon of some kind.

Adrian might have seemed calm to any bystander, but Mac Gargan easily noticed the distress hiding behind that poker face of his. He didn't mind the distrust, not one bit, it was quite amusing in fact, however his purpose wasn't to make any unnecessary enemies. He simply wanted some… information.

"Relax!" Mac Gargan drew out the word in a way that might have seemed mocking to any onlookers, but Adrian showed no outer annoyance. On the inside however he was fuming. He never liked Mac Gargan. He consistently disobeyed orders, which made him dangerous, not only to his enemies but to his allies as well.

"This, it's not on you. It's on our little… spider friend." He kept on going, with that same creepy smile, and a low voice, barely louder than a whisper. Adrian was a tiny bit confused. If he honestly didn't harbor any ill will towards him, what was the purpose of him getting approached? He doubted that he wanted to start some form of alliance with him, as neither Toomes nor Mac Gargan liked working for others. He didn't have any time to consider the matter, as Mac Gargan kept speaking.

"I got some boys on the outside who would love to meet him." He said, drawing out the 'love' yet again. "You know, take a picture, slice his throat, put his head in the trash. And I heard a rumor… you know who he is."

That last part was barely audible, a whisper so low Adrian himself barely heard it. So that's what he wanted. Adrian was honestly perplexed at the moment. First of all, he doubted someone made that rumor up on a whim, which means someone found out that he learned his true identity. Second of all, he didn't really know how to respond. On one hand, it was Peter who had ruined his plans, torn him from his family, and locked him up in this rotten shithole, and he wouldn't mind peeling the flesh off of his bones if he got the chance. On the other hand, he HAD saved his life, even after Adrian had done everything in his power to end his, which was a trivial feat compared to the fact that he had also saved his daughters life in Washington. He was torn. He was furious with Peter, but also owed him a great deal.

But ultimately, there was only one option for him.

"If I knew who he was, he'd already be dead." He calmly responded, with his poker face not giving away a single hint. Mac Gargan kept smiling, but behind the façade he had a feeling that Toomes just might be lying.

They kept staring at each other for a few seconds, before a guard saved them from the awkward but tense situation. "Toomes, your family is here." He called from across the hallway. Adrian tore himself away from Mac Gargan, a faint smile still lingering on his face. If the little spiderling was going to die,

It would be Adrian Toomes that dealt the killing blow.