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Chapter Four: Trouble at Bay

"So can you now tell me what happened? Why'd you get thrown off from the window of the building? What exactly is happening?" Peter asked once they finally arrived at dorm.

To Tony, it felt like it took forever even though it was only an half an hour ride. Tony sighed as he stared at his damaged suit before he glanced at the curious Peter who was waiting for answers. Tony could clearly see the confusion and the curiosity on his face. Tony bit his lip; he supposed he owned Peter an answer.

"Ever since the hearing, things had gone bad," Tony started as Peter took a seat at his chair. "Everything was going swell until that…man, Wilson Fisk, came along and ruined everything. Because of him, I didn't won the Hearing. He frightened the audience with his words, backfiring my words against me. That's one part of the story—so now you know why I have securities chasing after me. The other part of the story is that that same man had somehow taken control of my company. I went in there to gather some important data that could be useful for me but in doing so, I encountered Fisk."

"Which is why your suit is no longer functional," Peter concluded. "But what about Happy or Pepper?"

"I don't know," Tony shook his head. "I couldn't contact them when I was there. I've been meaning to but I just don't know. I don't know what will happen to them…"

Needless to say, Peter was surprised to see Tony being this heartbroken. He always saw Tony strong and brave which was what Peter admired about him the most but seeing him like this…? It honestly surprised him.

Tony cleared his throat. "Now then. What about you? I'm surprised that you still have your old suit. Who was the…'gorilla' man you were talking about?"

"I don't know…I didn't get to see his face. It was hidden in all furs…er…at least I think it was furs; he was hiding in the shadows which was why it made it so difficult for me to fight him even if I did had my Spider senses. He was just really tough and…big. And definitely muscular. He had a lot of muscles…"

Tony narrowed his eyes as he made a thinking look. Judging by Peter's description, he could've sworn he knew who Peter was talking about but yet again, Tony could be wrong.

Tony made a thoughtful look before he spoke.

"…You do have a Mechanics department, right?"

Peter nodded. "Yeah. Why?"

Tony made a grin as he went back into his suit. "Just because."

Peter sighed, rolling his eyes as he knew what Tony was planning to do. "Just be careful," he muttered. "Or otherwise it's on me," he hissed.

"Yeah…yeah."

Tony activated his suit and he flew out of sight by exiting out of the window. Peter muttered as he wondered if Tony got dropped on his head as a child. Peter paused. He most likely did. Snorting, Peter grabbed his books as he laid on Ned's bed until a knock on the door came.

Raising an eyebrow, Peter placed the books to the side and walked towards the door, opening it. Peter stared as though he had never saw a human in his life and he opened his mouth, forming a small 'o'.

"Harry?" Peter asked blankly. But the thing that caught Peter's attention were the suitcases, being held by Harry who was holding a piece of paper.

"Er, yes. May I come in?"

"Er…sure…" Peter said awkwardly, stepping to the side. He was still hopelessly confused as to why Harry was here. "Erm, sorry but why are you here?"

Harry studied the blank look from Peter before he spoke. "Don't you remember? During the summer break, I was told to move in here because of an…" he hesitated.

"It's okay," Peter muttered.

"And also, my roommate moved out as he's moving back to wherever he came from so Michelle suggested that I should move in here. She said that you needed company."

Peter mentally slapped himself as he totally forgot about this. So much had happened that he didn't even realized that he was getting a new roommate. He remembered signing some paperwork during the time Tony went to his Hearing and after that, Peter was just too busy.

"Oh, right. Right. Now, I remember," Peter mumbled as he trudged back to Ned's bed, leaving Harry in front of the door.

There was an awkward silence before Harry spoke. "So uhm, where can I—"

Peter sighed. "You can take my bed. You can leave your stuff in the closet—wait, actually don't. Erm…can you stay like that for a minute? Just stay there…"

Peter scurried off the bed and he quickly walked towards the closet, opening it and then shuffled some of the things out of the way but as he did, he noticed that there was something that wasn't his. Curious, he grabbed it which turned out to be a grey sweater and it automatically struck Peter. Tears began to brim at the corner of his eyes as he hugged the sweater closer.

It still smelled like him.

Strong arms wrapped around him and for once, he didn't care who it was.

"I'm so sorry…"

"It's my fault," Peter gasped through tears. "I should've protected him better but I didn't. I didn't…" he sniffed.

"Losing someone you love can be hard but you'll pull through. We always do. It might take time but you'll get there…"

"Have you lost someone?" Peter spoke quietly.

Harry nodded. "Yes…I don't remember her much but it was my mother. I only knew her through pictures where my father would sometimes show me but ever since my mother died, my father became cold and distant. She died when she gave birth to me…sometimes, I don't even know my father at all. He's always so busy with work; I hardly ever get the time to spend with him."

"I'm sorry. I know how that feels," Peter mumbled. "I've lost both of my parents as well as my uncle…every time I try to do something, it always ends up having someone whose close to me gets killed…I could've done something about my Uncle's death but I didn't…"

Harry faltered a smile. "Hey at least there's Spider Man giving us hope…"

"Yeah…"

After Harry turned around, Peter quickly found what he was looking and he grabbed the suit, stuffing it in Ned's sweater, zipping it up so that it hid the suit.

"Okay, you turn around now. You can put your stuff in the closet."

Nodding, Harry got up and walked towards his suitcases while Peter went back to Ned's bed and he stuffed the sweater underneath it, kicking it in. Sighing, Peter rubbed his eyes as he laid back on the bed, opening the textbooks. Since he had nothing to do, he might as well ready himself for a new term where he hoped it would be better than the last one.

As Peter was reading the book, he came to the conclusion that perhaps, just maybe, Harry and him weren't that different at all.

Two eyes stared at a group of gang who seemed to be talking in secret while being unaware that they were about to become to a prey. It narrowed its eyes before the person continued to move quietly while staying hidden in the shadows.

As he got closer, he was able to hear the voices.

"So, you guys got it without any trouble?" the first person spoke. He seemed to be the leader of the group.

The second figure nodded. "Duh. Piece o' cake! No one expected nuthin."

"Good," the leader smiled. "You know how the boss hates it if something were to happen."

"Right then," the third person said. "Let's get the heck out of here before someone discovers us."

"Agreed," the leader nodded.

Too bad.

Just as they were about to leave, a large shadow figure loomed over them which made the third man looked up with wide eyes.

"Uh…boss…"

"What?" he snapped. Eyes narrowed, the leader turned around and noticed the huge figure that was right behind them.

"Going somewhere?" the deep voice rumbled.

"Uhm…no…we're just heading back…" the second man stammered.

"Oh, I'm sure you were," the newcomer growled before he grabbed the leader by the arm, awkwardly twisting it so that a loud crack was heard, having him yelling in pain before the person had his head banged against the brick wall, rendering him unconscious.

The two men began to run away but they were slow since the hunter had already caught up with them. He grabbed the second man by his legs, forcing him to fall down and then smashed his head against the ground. The hunter lifted his head up as he narrowed his eyes, staring at the moving garbage can with a fixed look.

He walked towards it, shoving the garbage out of the way only to reveal the third man who was cowering in fear.

"Wait…please don't hurt me!" he cried out.

However, the man simply grabbed him by the throat and began to choke him.

"What were you doing here? Who's the boss?" the man growled, tightening his grip even more.

"The b—boss…" the crook stammered. "He promised us re—rewards…high rewards if we…deliver something to him…we were…supposed to deliver it today…in a getaway white truck…" he gasped, trying to breath.

"Then you wouldn't mind if I take it, do you?"

"Nono…not at all. By all means, feel free."

"Good," the hunter grinned and then, just like that, with a simple twist, the neck snapped and the thug was no more.

Scoffing, the person threw him away like a ragged doll and as he was about to walk away, something whizzed by him, having only an inch of actually striking his face. Growling low, he narrowed his eyes as he stared at the arrow that was pinning down a paper against the wall.

He walked towards it, yanking the arrow from its spot and grabbed the paper. Eyes narrowed, the man looked behind as he stared across until he disappeared into the shadows without a trace.

Fisk stared down below, watching the traffic as it was coming and going in a never-ending pace. In some ways, it would soothe him and he closed his eyes, taking into the scenery until a pair of heavy footsteps came, followed by a noise that sounded as though it got dropped to the floor.

Fisk opened his ways, not bothering to turn back as he knew who it was. After all, he didn't had a messenger for nothing.

"Hmm…it appears that you had gotten my message," Fisk announced at the shadow.

"I'm only here to finish your men's work. Otherwise, I have no interest. That was until I read the note. I must say, it got me intrigued," the deep heavy voice spoke.

"Well, I'm glad it did," Fisk replied as a glint in his eyes came. "Because what I'm about to offer is an offer where you can't refuse. And in the end, we'll be getting the upper hand and by doing so…" he chuckled darkly. "We'll be killing two birds with one stone."

The shadow lowered itself as it was dangerously glaring back. "Just tell me what you want."

"Reports have been stating that there had been a recent attack. The unknown killer could still be at large and the police urges the citizens to proceed with caution as they go on with their daily activities…"

"Who do you think could've done that?" Harry wondered as his attention was no longer on his book.

Peter shrugged. "Anyone with a mind of a killer, I suppose, meaning anyone could've done it. But the reports says that the attacker was large and very muscular," Peter frowned. "It's not much to go on but I guess it's all they have."

Harry paused in thought. "But that's the case, then they would have to narrow it down with those who's 'large and muscular' and there's thousands of people who fit that description. It would take forever."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Since when are you so interested in the news?"

Harry shrugged. "I am…from time to time. But I can say the same thing about you. You're always so into it as if you're afraid to even miss one single story."

"I guess I like the news…"

Harry shook his head. "Just stay out of it. You're not Spider Man."

Peter snorted.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

Harry sighed. "You're impossible."

"And you're a prick."

Harry glared at him before he tore his gaze away from the TV. "Whatever. Just don't meddle into things that aren't yours. That's why we have the cops and Spider Man. Just leave it to them."

"Whatever," Peter muttered.

Harry went back to his book but spoke again, much to Peter's annoyance.

"By the way—"

"Do you ever stop talking?"

Harry sneered. "I just wanted to say…what happened to the window?"

Peter froze. Naturally, he forgot about it. Ever since Tony left had his room, the broken window left his mind.

"Uhm…Godzilla?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "You watch way too many sci-fi movies."

Peter mocked him from behind as he went back to the TV, trying to find out more about the attacker. Hmm…maybe Spider Man should look into this. Quickly, Peter climbed out of bed as he reached out for Ned's sweater, sneakily pulling out the suit and tucked it underneath him.

"Hey, listen. I'll be back. Don't wait for me."

"Don't get squish by the gigantic man hunter."

"Hilarious."

Peter eventually got outside after changing into his suit in the bathroom and he soon found himself at the location where the attack happened. Spider Man landed on the ground as he saw three men lying on the ground. He placed his hand at the pulse only to ease a little; these two were unconscious.

He then walked towards the last one though this one made Peter wince since he studied the thug's neck. It was snapped by hands—at least that's what Peter could tell. As Peter resumed studying him, his senses began to buzz on.

He glanced behind him, seeing a shadow looming over him.

"I knew I would capture your attention," the deep voice rumbled from the shadows.

Author's Note: Ooohhh, I wonder who could it be? Any guesses? And where did Tony went off? Even though I'm pretty sure it's a bit obvious XD since he took his suit…but Harry made an appearance, huzzah! What happens next? Find out! Toodles!