Peter took a deep breath, stretching his spine to let the pressure in his body release. His heart hammered a mile a minute as he tiptoed through the area.

'Don't get caught. Don't get caught.'

A mantra in his mind. He clenched his jaw, teeth clacking quietly as the door opened. He quickly ducked behind the counter, catching the darkened reflection in the steel refrigerator. The shadow moved behind the counter, searching as Peter forced himself to stay still. He took a quiet inhale as he focused him, adjusting so he could make his move.

As he stood to attack, an arm wrapped around him and he choked a slight. The attacker managed to get a drop on him and pulled him over the counter. He struggled and thrashed, his foot knocking against the cabinet door. The jolt caused something inside to shatter, him and the attacker freezing in place.

"Peter! Mary! Are you two doing that stupid game again?!" An older woman's voice called out from the upstairs.

Peter grimaced and looked to MJ who still had her arm around his neck. She looked caught between running and telling the truth.

The shattered glass was an old cookie jar that was never really ever used. Still, the teens felt guilty. "I can totally pay for it," MJ said.

"I'm so sorry, Aunt May," Peter sighed.

May Parker looked between the two of them, judging the looks on their faces and sighed. "Quit playing that...whatever it is game in the house. Take it outside, please?"

"We're training so we can fight bad guys," MJ said childishly, enough that Peter snickered. May raised an eyebrow at that. "Well, with all the weird stuff that happens in New York, figured it'd be good to know some self-defense tactics and how to fight."

May crossed her arms. "Then why not take some class that teaches you that in a safer environment? There is that place downtown...uhm...Fogwell's, I think?"

"We tried that, Aunt May," Peter sighed as he helped her put away the shattered glass. He hated that ugly cat anyway. It creeped him out too much as a kid. "They said we're too young to be learning how to box but isn't it supposed to be good to learn young."

May smiled and kissed her head. "You'll figure something out. Preferably that something being out of the house." Peter made a face at that. "You know I love you, Pete."

"Love you too, Aunt M-"

"Are you wearing your binder?!" May hissed, making Peter flinch. MJ snickered behind him. "You can't be wearing that all day! You could hurt yourself. Off. Now."

Peter groaned and went to his room. MJ followed close behind and went in with him. She plopped on the bed as he stripped off his shirt, reluctantly removing the binder. He took a few deep breaths, hating that his ribs felt less tense as he pulled on a tee shirt.

"Aunt May is right," MJ said as Peter did a few chest stretches. "You shouldn't be pushing it. It's bad enough you wear that during gym."

"I have to wait to get surgery," He sighed, flopping on the bed beside her. "I feel bad enough with her using her insurance to help pay for my shots."

"I know, man," MJ sighed, smiling a bit. "Hey. At least you're pulling in some bucks with that blog! You've gotta be racking it in."

"Yeah, great. I wish," He sighed, grimacing as he glanced over at his camera bag on his laptop. He thought about the photos that he thought were great, but the comment section told him otherwise.

"If anything, I'm sure Harry could find a way to help you." Peter groaned loudly at that. "C'mon, man! It's Harry! He's always willing to help you!"

"Yeah, but just cuz he's rich, doesn't mean he's gotta! It feels like I'm going to a sugar daddy or something." MJ went silent. "Don't say it."

"I'm just saying, you and Harry did date for five minutes in sixth grade," MJ teased, the boy throwing a pillow at her. She snickered as she caught it, hugging it to her chest. "If anything, I know his dad could always use help in his lab. Maybe see if you can work for him."

Peter thought about it for a long moment. "Maybe. I don't know," He muttered. The pillow was thrown back at him, making him sigh. "Isn't it, I don't know, weird? Like...I don't know."

"Not really. It's only as weird as you make it. Besides, Mr. Osborn adores you. It's worth a shot."

"Parker..." Norman said, staring at Peter for a long moment before it finally processed. He smiled big. "Wow! Harry told me you finally came out, but look at you! You look like a grown man!" He praised. Peter blushed at that as he rubbed his neck. "I'm impressed, to say the least. You look amazing, son."

Peter smiled at that. "Thanks, Mr. Osborn," he said softly.

Norman smiled and ruffled his hair. "Harry told me about the issues at home." Peter winced visibly at that. "Relax, kid. Not trying to tease you or anything. I would love the help."

The boy gaped at that. "Wait, what? Really?"

"Yes! I could use the help actually. I know you have the camera Benjamin gave you. I'd like that to use. Basically, I need help running the company website and how to go about advertising. Your pictures are good! Just take pictures of the labs, with some discretion of course, and some stock photos for the site itself."

"I can do that," Peter said happily.

"Great! And there is one additional task. I'm looking around the area for some places to set up a new lab facility. Issue is, I can't go scope these areas myself." Norman led Peter into the glass elevator, the boy looking around Oscorp as the box carried them to the private office. "So, I'd like you to get a few photos of the area."

"Anything in particular?" Peter asked as he watched a lab experiment in the works. He watched them extract a liquid from some storage and the machine whirl it around in the tube.

"The building itself, surrounding area, and even the soil itself." Upon Peter's confused look, Norman smiled. "It helps me figure out what I will be working with. We have some analyzing technology the lab techs have been working on. It basically scans the photo and can tell me everything about the history."

"Whoa!"

"Whoa indeed," Norman laughed as the door opened and they stepped in. Peter examined the office, looking around curiously. He grunted when he was suddenly crushed in a tight hug. "There you are!"

"Hey, Dad. Sup, Pete?" Harry greeted, squeezing the smaller guy. Peter groaned as he was crushed under the weight. "Glad you could make it."

"Yeah, well, I might actually die at this rate," Peter grunted. Harry snickered and released him. "Were you really hiding in here waiting for us?"

"For you? Yeah," Harry said with a smirk. Peter sighed, remembering that, once upon a time, that smirk would have crushed him under its brilliance. "So, The Photographer?"

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Is that like my codename now?"

"Hell yeah. Ya know, like Hawkeye or Black Widow. You're basically Dad's spy-Hey!" Harry huffed when a folder lightly smacked the top of his head.

Norman smiled and handed the file to Peter. "Here you are, son. This has all the locations I have in mind," He said as Peter pulled out the papers. "I have a brief history on them, but not enough to go on for a full inspection. That's where you come in."

Peter nodded, looking over everything. "Alright. I can do that." He said, smiling a bit.