It had been several months now that Gladio had known of Prompto's other life. When the Spider-man started hitting the tabloids as a 'Masked Menace" he and a few of the Glaive had been sent into the city to hunt down the vigilante. It hadn't taken long for the Shield to locate the target. But what he had found was not a menace like many people had called him. But the red and blue clad man was pulling a camera from a net of webbing and checking the pictures that it had taken. The camera looked familiar with its chocobo charm on it, but what really gave it away was the enthusiastic voice that came out from behind the mask.

"Oh, love the lighting!"

Prompto.

Spider-man was Prompto.

That scrawny wuss of a friend that Noctis had been friends with for years now was the superhero of Insomnia.

He'd debated what to do then, but decided to call off the hunt and return to the Citadel.

There was no way that Prompto would ever do something to harm the citizens, he was obviously as good a hero as Iris and Talcott had been trying to convince him of.

Then Spider-man had rescued Talcott.

And warned him of the potential danger Iris was in.

Less than an hour ago he had accepted a collect call from Spider-man warning him that Noctis had been taken and where to find him.

During the fight the banter that the Prompto-Spider-whatever had been giving was so clearly Prompto. How did Noctis not know? Surely he knew now?

But when it was all finished the Prince thanked the masked man as Spider-man. He really didn't know.

Once Noctis was safely tucked away in the Regalia, with Ignis at the wheel, he turned to go look for the brat.

Those thugs were not that great of fighters. He would have trusted Prompto on a normal day to handle them with his handgun. But during the short fight that had just happened he noticed that the red and blue suit was darkened red in certain places, and that he was favoring his side quite a bit.

The idiot.

Down the street and just around the corner in an alley Gladio found his target. Crumpled next to a dumpster was Spider-man, a pool of blood slowly growing beneath him. Carefully checking the wounds to make sure he was moveable Gladio then lifted the hero into his arms and began to carry him home.

Seriously, between Noctis and Prompto he wasn't getting paid nearly enough to be a Shield.

But as he passed a newspaper stand he saw the headline "Spider-man Saves School Bus Full of Children on Bridge!"

He hadn't even heard of that incident at the Citadel. He was willing to bet if he called up Nyx that he wouldn't know either. The things that were considered 'minor' incidents never made it to the Crownsguard or Kingsglaive. If King Regis knew how little he heard about the crimes that took place he would be furious. But the King was busy with other matters that were important pertaining to Nifilheim. Nobody could blame him for focusing on that. But someday… it would be Noctis's job. And Gladio as his Shield would be responsible not only for protecting him, but making sure he took care of everything that needed attention.

That was probably why he chose to let Prompto continue his vigilante life as the Spider-man. It needed to be done. The people needed a hero that cared about them, the every day normal civilians. Not just the ones who were working at the Citadel.

In his arms Prompto's breathing went from pained to labored. Whatever injuries he had seemed to be getting worse. He needed to get the kid some first aid now.