Hey! So, like I've said before, I'm moving. Sorry for the late update but I've just been out all day every day trying to find a house! No lie, I've been in hotels since December 27th. It's not fun. But anyway, enjoy!

Reviews:

Minx98: Thanks! And I couldn't have made this without the great OCs from people! Glad you like it! Thanks for reviewing!

New Prussia: Ha! Same! He's much more fun to write than the real Danny, to be honest! I'm happy I'm doing well with Jade, she's a really cool OC!

morgn: Thanks so much! Your review made my day! Glad you like the story! Enjoy the chapter!

True Beast 01: Yeah...I didn't really do much with that. But her part in the story is not even close to finished. And Danny...yeah, I understand exactly!

Man285: Thanks! And I don't usually like shipping, but I decided to try this out! Thanks for reviewing!

Knight-errant217: Glad you like it! Thanks for reviewing!

ArtemisBAMF1218: Thanks for being patient! I just need to find a way to work it in, while having it still work with the story. Haha, that scene was so fun to write! I didn't even plan it out that way but it just sort of happened! Oh and I'm usually pretty terrible at fight scenes, so I'm really glad you liked it! And yeah, Peter's just not wired for killing. Funny that you say that about Jace, I think you'll like this! Thanks for reviewing! Enjoy the chapter!

Peter paced in front of Jace and Dorian with an annoyed sigh. They'd been in the house for hours, after subtly tipping off SHIELD that there was a Tiger on a roof that needed to be caught.

"What is it about superheroes that you don't get? Masks are important! That's the whole point of a costume!"

Dorian was wearing a leather body suit and black cape, face showing completely. He chuckled.

"And you!" Peter whirled around to point at Jace, "You don't even have a costume!"

Jace laughed. He had on a black leather jacket over a tight reddish shirt, and black jeans. He ran his hand through his hair, smirking.

"I do. I'm disguised as a model," He shrugged. Peter exhaled loudly.

"You should get a mask too, Jade," Peter told the girl. She shook her head.

"I don't think so."

Peter sputtered, hands flapping at his sides. He flung off his mask and hurled it at Jace.

"Look at this! I made this myself so that I could protect my identity!"

"My identity is tougher than yours, it doesn't need protecting," Jace said, twirling the mask in his fingers.

Peter glared, running a hand down his face. He breathed and snatched the mask back.

"Maybe we should figure out how to get to the Wish Master?" Samantha interjected.

Peter grumbled, sitting near her. He got serious and began playing with his fingers.

The Wish Master was a god. He could be anywhere whenever he wanted, and no one would know. Peter sighed, spirits failing.

"I don't know if we can," He said.

"Well we have to try," Jade said softly.

"I have tried!" Peter threw up his hands, "And every time I fight him I feel worse."

"What if we trick him into showing up?" Samantha asked.

"How?"

"Maybe there's a pattern or something. When does he usually show up?"

Peter thought. It seemed that each time he encountered the purple villain, he'd been alone.

No. More than alone...I was miserable...

"I asked him once, if he enjoyed seeing me broken. He said that misery was food..." Peter recalled. He jumped up and started pacing once more.

"Do you think it was literal?" Dorian questioned.

"Maybe..." Peter thought hard. There was a lot that he didn't know about the Wish Master. And yet, it made sense.

It was always at his lowest points that the Wish Master showed up. Moments when he was upset. Moments when he wanted to give up.

Which meant that it'd be nearly impossible to force him to come, for how could he consciously make himself feel such pain?

"First, we need to know more about him," Peter concluded.

"How?" Jace asked.

"Anyway we can. Research, surveillance, anything!"

"Think my ghost finder app might help?" Dorian waved around his phone, showing off a brightly lit radar game.

Jade chuckled slightly, earning a proud grin from the boy.

"Jace, Jade, go out and try to look around. Dorian and Samantha, look up police records, SHIELD documents, whatever you can find."

"Where are you going?" Samantha asked.

"I need to try something," Peter said.

The group nodded and disbanded. Peter waited until he was sure they were gone, then exited the house.

I hope this works...I guess...

He slung around the city, numb to the noises around him. He let his fingers slip off the sticky webbing and he flipped onto the side of an apartment building.

His heart rattled in his chest. Peter sniffed, then slowly crawled to each window until he spotted a man with graying hair. Peter knocked lightly.

The man turned and jumped.

Peter opened the window and poked his head inside.

"I was wondering when you'd show up," Uncle Ben grumbled.

"Hey...Uncle Ben..." Peter stuttered. Uncle Ben sighed and went to lock the door. He sat on the bed, crossing his arms.

"What do you want Peter?"

"I just wanted to apologize. Is Aunt May here?"

"Yeah. She's cooking."

"Can you get her? Please?" Peter sat awkwardly on the wall, playing with his hands.

Uncle Ben left the room and came back in a second later. Peter's lungs constricted. He winced as Aunt May walked inside. The door was locked again and everything went silent.

"Why didn't you tell me, Peter?" Aunt May finally sobbed.

Peter shook his head.

"I deal with some bad people. I didn't want either of you to get caught up in that," He tried to explain. His voice broke slightly.

I didn't want you to die. Like him...

"I think we can protect ourselves Pete," Uncle Ben sighed.

Peter could have laughed. Almost.

"I'm sorry," He deadpanned.

"Good," Aunt May whispered, "But it's hard to earn back trust once it's gone."

Peter's heart fell. He knew it was a good thing. Bait.

And yet he had still hoped that he might be able to make amends. Somehow...

"Please go," Aunt May cried, turning away. Peter took off his mask, but didn't move.

"Pete, she said go. Don't make this worse," Uncle Ben said, a sad twinkle in his eyes. Peter bowed his head, crawling back out the window.

He waited on the roof for a while, trying to hold in his tears. His communicator buzzed.

"Hey," Peter greeted Jade, who smiled dryly.

"We haven't found anything yet. I don't think there's anything out here."

"Oh," Peter said, trying to seem surprised.

"But you already knew that, right? That's why you sent us out here," Jace popped up in the screen.

"What? No..." Peter lied.

"Obviously you wanted to do something alone, so I'm not going to ask you what. But next time, you could really just tell us, without sending us out on a wild goose chase," Jace raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry."

"Later Pete," Jade said.

"Bye..."

"Yo! Spidey!" Peter jumped slightly as Dorian's screen blinked on.

"What's up?"

"We might have found something! And it's seriously messed up," Dorian said eagerly. Peter blinked.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Meet us at the library. We'll call the others!" Samantha whispered over his shoulder.

"I'll be right there!" Peter started, but his communicator switched off. The air felt thicker for a second.

I knew it! Come on out!

Peter tensed his body. He thought he saw a flash of purple, before it quickly vanished. The atmosphere stilled. The communicator blinked back to life.

What? But...

"Wish Master!" Peter yelled. But the roof was empty. It had seemed like he was so close. The demon had been there, and had somehow managed to escape.

But hopefully it wouldn't matter if the others had found something. Peter dived off the roof with cautious hope and swung through the darkening sky.

The library was a brightly lit building, full of pillars and cream colored stone. Peter landed in the back, removing his costume. The second he walked in he saw a librarian arguing with his friends.

"Disturb the patrons one more time and I'll kick you out myself!" She hissed.

"We aren't doing anything!" Dorian huffed.

"I've had to shush you three times! What are you teenagers doing on the computer anyway? Huh? Loitering here for nearly an hour and more and more of you keep showing up!" She pointed at Jace and Jade, who both scowled.

"School stuff," Samantha said casually.

"Let me see!" The librarian tried to peer over Dorian's shoulder.

"Um, hi!" Peter interrupted. Everyone turned to him. The librarian threw up her hands.

"I guess you're with them too?"

"Yeah...we're doing a project. We go to Midtown," Peter tried to explain. The librarian sniffed.

"Ha! My daughter goes there and she had friends in every grade! There is no project!"

"It's for extra credit. It's not assigned," Jace purred. "But if you really want, we can leave right now."

Peter glanced at him in surprise, but Jace was staring at the librarian. She froze, along with everything else other than the computer.

"You could've done that five minutes ago," Dorian muttered. Jade smiled, walking over to touch the computer.

"So, what'd you guys find?"

"Well, we were looking things up for a while, and it was pretty much empty. Until we looked into the library's newspaper archive," Dorian said, enlarging the screen.

"We found this article," Samantha pointed to a black and white copy of a newspaper clipping. Peter read through the headline: Genie-Man Grants Final Wish!

A blurred picture of a body floating in the Hudson caught Peter's eyes. He quickly skimmed the rest of the article, heart rate quickening.

"He escaped from a hospital in Manhattan, and drowned himself the next day. It says that he'd been in custody for four years, suffering from delusions," Samantha said sadly.

"'This alleged, "Genie-Man", known to doctors as Patient T6, had a history of pretending to be different patients around the institution and even sometimes believed he was a god-like being, capable of flying, vanishing, and granting wishes," Peter read aloud, "Witnesses who saw him on the day of his death report being asked what their greatest desires were.'"

"That's horrible," Jade said softly.

"I can't find his name," Peter observed.

"He didn't have one when he came in. And since he kept switching between identities, they just gave him a number," Dorian stated.

Jade shook her head. Even Jace looked appalled.

"Is this the only article?" Peter asked.

"Yeah. It's like everyone just forgot about it after that day," Samantha glowered at the screen, as if she might scold the writers of the clipping.

"I'm going to print it," Jace reached over and pressed a few buttons.

"Oh, and there's something else," Dorian said.

"What is it?" Jade and Peter said simultaneously.

"This was published 80 years ago, and by the looks of it, he was already in his thirties."

"Which means the Wish Master is seriously old," Samantha added.

Peter's eyes widened. He had inherently known, of course, that the Wish Master had to be somewhat old. And yet...it still shocked him to hear it.

He sounds like an insane toddler...Not an old man...

Peter straightened as Jace handed him the printed sheet of paper.

"We have a lead now," He said, glancing at the paper, "We can start chasing it tomorrow. Meet me at my place around noon. In the meantime, try to get some rest. I have a feeling we'll need it."

The others nodded. Samantha logged off the computer.

Jace resumed time.

"I think that's a great idea!" The librarian snarled, before blinking at their new positions around the computer.

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?" Jace grinned. The librarian gritted her teeth and rubbed at her temples.

"Whatever, just leave. And don't come back!"

Everyone smiled innocently and nodded, before going their separate ways.

So...this will all be explained in a little more depth eventually. But things are finally going to start getting deeper and more exciting from here! I hadn't actually realized how much shorter this story might turn out from my other ones. It's probably because the chapters are a lot bigger though.

Wolf Out...