Time passed rather quickly for Peter, and his wounds were healing nicely. But the time that he had returned home, he could take off the many tiny bandages on his shoulders and face. The burn marks from the acid had practically vanished, and he would need his stitches taken out only tomorrow. He was officially relieved to have some good news for once, and what was even better was tomorrow was Saturday.

He spent some time working on some homework that he was late on, though his senses felt like they had been electrocuted, and he found it rather hard to stay focused on anything. He glanced at the clock, which read only just past eight, and he inwardly groaned. He had to wait for Aunt May to go to sleep for him to go out at night, since she was scared of Peter leaving the house after dark, because of Uncle Ben's accident. She wouldn't be going to bed for another hour or later, so he had to make up activities to do until then.

He cleaned up his room, tidying the usual messes into neater piles. He cleared the space under his window, remembering how many times he had tripped trying to get in or out of his room. When that was finished, he double checked his web shooters to make sure they were completely ready for the night's activities. They seemed to be in prime condition, so Peter turned to his suit, double checking where the tears had been. The spots he had redone looked brand new, so he found himself with nothing to do.

Bored out of his mind, he pulled on his headphones and plopped onto his bed, turning on the music rather loudly, and lost himself into the tunes.

The next time that Peter looked at the clock, it was almost ten. He pulled off his headphones, adrenaline beginning to work its way through his system as he opened his door, listening for his aunt. He could hear her deep breathing from her bedroom, which meant she had fallen asleep. He gently closed his door, pulling on his suit and grabbed a hoodie; the nights were getting chillier now. He didn't think he would need the hoodie for long, so he grabbed his backpack, which had an extra pair of clothes in them.

When he was set, he slipped out through his window, swinging off towards the main part of the city. He didn't expect much trouble tonight, unless another chimera decided to show up. Crime rates had dropped, and were dropping, because of not just the Avengers but also Spider-man prowling the night. He swung himself up to the top of a building, sitting down on a gargoyle that stuck out from the edge of the building. No police sirens shrieked for once, no fires, and what looked like to be a peaceful city rested at Peter's feet. Nothing could go wrong.

Of course, karma is a bitch, and as soon as Peter thought that, he found thick coils of rope wrapping around him from behind. He yelped out in surprise, wondering why in the world he hadn't sensed it as he was yanked from his perch. There was a deep chuckling from behind him as he was slowly drug away from the edge of the building, and Peter struggled, finding the rope extremely strong. Taking a closer look, he realized it wasn't rope, but string. Knitted string. He struggled all the more, to no avail, as he found himself at the feet of someone,

"Hello Spider-man." Said a deep voice above him, one that sounded awfully familiar yet extremely strange, "we finally meet face to face." The boots next to his face were a rich purple, laced with white string like spider webs up to the top of them. Peter's eyes traveled up, seeing black pants, a belt made of a knitted scarf, with two balls of yarn hanging from it, and two knitting needles sticking out on the other side. His eyes went further up, seeing a black shirt that was like a tank top, and a neck covered with a scarf, more knitting needles sticking up from the shoulders. Finally Peter got to the man's face, only covered by a black mask around the eyes. It was hard to tell what color his hair or eyes were from the dark lighting, but Peter found himself looking at the man in full. Besides the outfit, he had knitted gloves on, which were attached to two monsters, which held Peter captive. They were the same coloring as the man's scarf, belt and gloves,

"Um hi." Peter said, struggling against the hold of the monsters. The man chuckled again, flicking his fingers, and the monsters sat Peter up,

"I thought it high time we officially met." The man said, walking over to crouch in front of Peter, "I am most respectively known as The Knitter, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Spider-man." Peter looked the man up and down again,

"Um yeah, nice to know who's holding me captive." Peter muttered sarcastically, and The Knitter's face turned into a pout,

"Oh, we've met before, only once, but it was a meeting." He said, "the chimera's are all my pets, my little guard dogs." Peter's memory went back to the night he had been chased through the alleyway by the enormous creature,

"Wait, that thing was made of string?" he asked, trying to wrap his head around all this. The Knitter bows deeply,

"The one and only creator of a chimera." He said, chuckling again. Peter frowned, struggling against the creatures once again,

"So what do you want? What's your grand plan?" Peter asked, and The Knitter roared with laughter, taking Peter's chin in his hand,

"Oh, I won't tell you all that just yet." He said softly, nearly whispering it, "There's a reason why I'm the villain of this story, you just have to collect all the clues, and figure it out yourself." He released Peter, including the monster's grips, and he gave Peter a small wave before dropping over the side of the building.

Peter rushed over to the edge, looking down to see The Knitter using his thick strings and creatures to slowly lower himself to the ground, and disappear into the city.

Yayyy, finally meeting the villain! I do not own him, sadly, and I give credit to Tumblr for his creation. Also tomorrow I'm going to be leaving a few days (*sobs*) so I won't be able to write any chapters. Also thank you for so many views! (over 1, 400!) and if you have a moment, review if you want and enjoy the story, more chapters will be coming!