Episode 16: Spider On The Spot

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Rami Malek as Jonathan Ohnn/Spot

A little side note first, let me apologize for making you guys wait so long! I hope everyone has been staying safe out there, and I hope you guys enjoy a little something to keep you through these tough times.

Enjoy!

Reporter 1: This is Natalie Long, reporting live from Fact Channel News!

Reporter 2: What was known to be mere skeptical rumors stated out from J. Jonah Jameson has now become a living criminal legend!

Reporter 3: Adrian Toomes, formerly known as a single parent with a loving daughter, has been revealed as the Vulture!

Reporter 4: Based on the NYPD's statement and last night's newest detail concerning the Vulture, Toomes has a long history of felonies based on his actions spanning from approximately 8 years.

Newscaster 1: Toomes's illegal armed weaponry has been tied to few of the known incidents that have happened in NYC, including the explosion that went off in Midtown Empire State, Avengers Tower, and more importantly, his former associate, Herman Schultz, AKA the Shocker.

Newscaster 2: With Adrian Toomes now in custody, he is currently transferred to Ryker's Prison, awaiting further trial for his actions...!

Newscaster 3: We have not yet reached Midtown High Honor Student, Elizabeth Allan, Daughter of Adrian Toomes, due to her being inside of a S.H.I.E.L.D. witness protection program...!

Reporter 5: Thanks to the efforts of Spider-Man and his mysterious partner, Firestar, Adrian Toomes will be facing 50 life sentences in maximum prison...!

Reporter 6: As Toomes faces life behind bars, one thing remains certain; the life of his daughter, Elizabeth Allan, will be the same no more.

As the news broadcast on the TV screens inside of the cafeteria, Peter was seen with MJ, Harry, Ned, Gloria, Flash, Sally, Randy, and Gwen eating breakfast together, learning more and more details unraveling around Adrian Toomes, the man who is known to be the Vulture.

Sally: (Scoffs as she ate her cereal) Unbelievable. First Joey Gastone loses his cool and starts putting holes in our school, now we have parents whose kids go here turning out to be bad guys? Like, holy crap.

Flash: Yeah, talk about all the crazy shit that's happened to us this entire semester.

Randy: Man, nothing hardly happened to us this year.

Flash: Barely? Randy, come on, take a look around! Some random nutjob with Electrical Belts started swinging them around like Indiana Jones, attacks Tony Stark all while some of us were there! And, ugh. (Points at Ned) Should I even bother to try pointing out that Ned here got shot by Joey?

Ned: (Slowly toyed his mini pancakes) Feeling's still there.

Flash: Right? I mean, we don't really act like it, but some kids in this school are acting paranoid that another student is gonna have a gun hidden in his backpack and start shooting out of nowhere! And now, since we've got Liz's Father getting outed as the Bad Guy like Scooby-Doo, but take out Shaggy and Scooby, and replace them with Spider-Man and his friend, Firestar, and instead of everyone going on some wild goose chase, everybody's going off fighting each other in one climactic clash of the titans!

Gwen: (Hums as she grabbed her Orange Juice, looking at Peter) You don't say?

MJ: (Folded her arms) I'm sorry, but what exactly is your point in comparing those two completely unrelated events?

Flash: My point? My point is that what if people start freaking out over Father Vulture? I mean, what if someone starts worrying about someone else's parents turning to the Dark Side? I mean, the possibility is out there!

Randy: Okay, when you ask that if people will begin to freak over this, are you asking us if you are going to start freaking out over this? Because it sounds you're having some massive-!

Randy/Gloria: Panic Attack.

The two paused, causing their eyes to divert on each other as everyone on the table observed the sudden interaction made by three little words.

Gloria: (Chuckled slightly) I'm sorry. Please, finish.

Randy: (Looks at Gloria) You first.

Gloria: (Smiled a little) How generous. (Turns to Flash) Look, Flash Mob, I don't get why you're freaking out over this. Dude's been taken out, being sent to jail, end of story! Like, why do you gotta reopen something that's already been closed and shut?

Flash: (Scoffed) Well, isn't it obvious? I mean, what if things aren't as closed and shut as they're appeared to be?

Ned: (Raises a brow) But, they are...

Flash: For the guy on TV? Maybe. But what about Allan? I mean, dude has become infamously famous for trying to rob the Avengers, blowing up the Empire State Building, giving a pair of Gauntlets to the Shocker, and more importantly, attempting to kill Spider-Man! In fact, there's just a rumor going around that this guy was seen just outside our school yesterday abducting a couple of students here!

Gloria's hands shook slightly at the mention of Vulture kidnapping her and Ned yesterday, her breath breathing in the air and then exhaling quietly as her head lowered to face the table, much to Ned's viewpoint while Flash kept talking.

Flash: I mean, for all we know, they're just rumors, but then again; we all thought Thor was some rumor based off of Normandy, yet here he is unleashing Thunder from the sky!

Sally: Oh, look! Flash actually has a brain after all.

Flash: Come on, give me a break! Look, Vulture may be out of the picture, but what about his Daughter? I mean, she's basically the center of attention now, there is absolutely no way people aren't going to talk about this, it's just too big!

Randy: Okay, assuming that it'll happen the way you say it, what makes you think Liz will come to school today?

Peter: Yeah... (Gets everyone's attention) I mean, yeah! You heard it on the TV, Liz is in S.H.I.E.L.D. witness protection, she's bound to be anywhere at this point.

Ned: Totally! There's too much attention going on, so maybe she won't come to school today-!

The cafeteria doors open as someone from across the building turned and pointed her finger out at someone coming inside, making everyone turn around like a flock of birds turning their heads together, seeing Liz Allan walking into the school cafeteria with everyone just staring at her.

Liz, who took notice of the multiple pairs of eyes taking a glance at her, took a breath and started to calmly walk over to the line, getting herself breakfast while everyone continued to stare.

Flash: (Folded his arms) Sorry, what exactly were you saying again, Legoland?

Sally: (Looks at Liz, hearing several people making murmurs) What is Liz Allan doing back here?

Gwen: Attending school, just like everyone else. What is wrong with that?

Sally: Nothing at all! I just think that her being here in school is probably a very bad time.

MJ: Considering what happened to her Dad, there's going to be a lot of buzzing going on around here.

Flash: That's, what I was trying to say! Seriously, no one pays attention to me.

Randy: They do, it's some that you'd have to learn how to approach the subject without acting like someone who's wanting to make a complaint.

Flash: Seriously? Come on, I don't complain all the time!

Gwen: Says someone who called the Daily Bugle a bunch of tabloid liars.

Flash: Well, only because they're treating Spider-Man so unfairly! You of all people should know that!

Peter: (Looks at Liz) I feel like we should go talk to her.

Randy: Not now, dude. Allan's probably wants some space before she wants to speak to anyone.

MJ: (Sees Liz being approached by someone) Hate to break it to you, Randolph, but I don't think that's happening anytime soon.

Student: (Walks over to Liz) Hey! So, I heard your Dad is the Vulture!

Liz: (Grabs her food) What about it?

Student: Well, I'm just a little curious if you knew anything about it.

Liz: (Raises a brow) Excuse me?!

Gwen: (Gets up) Alright, that's as far as it's going to go.

Liz: (Turns to the student) Who the hell gave you that idea?

Student: Just some kids, you know! Everybody's going around assuming that you knew what your Dad was up to for the past 8 years, kind of like the family business!

Gwen: (Turns to Liz) Well, don't pay attention to that because that's what everyone is doing; assuming things they like to assume because they're anxious to have a little attention wherever they can get it! Now, do yourself a favor, scram.

The student sighed, turning to leave Gwen and Liz alone as Allan went to the lunch lady and paid for her food.

Liz: Thanks, Gwen.

Gwen: Anytime! (Folded her arms) Are you holding up okay?

Liz: (Sighed) Since everyone in town is wondering if they could grab an interview from me, and my Dad officially in prison, I'm being okay as I can.

Peter: (Walks over to the two) Hey, Liz.

Liz: (Turns to look at Peter) Peter.

Peter: (Rubbed his head) Listen, about your Dad...

Liz: Save it. My Dad was an awful person, he was having it coming to him the moment he stole things from other people, I don't feel bad for him. Believe me, he's not worth feeling sorry for.

Peter: I understand, but how are you feeling?

Liz: Fine... (Turns to walk away) I'm sorry, you guys, but I need to be alone for a while.

The two watched as Liz walks away, sitting down to another table as she eats her food in silence.

Peter: (Rests both hands on the back of his neck) You don't think she's mad at me for not telling her about her Dad, do you?

Gwen: (Turns to Peter) I think, maybe we should listen to Randy's advice and just give Liz some safe distance.

Harry: (Walks over to Peter) Hey, Peter.

Peter: (Turns to Harry) Harry!

Harry: (Turns to Gwen) Hey, could you give us a moment real quick, please?

Gwen: Sure. (Turns to sit back to her table)

Harry: (Folded his arms) So, yesterday when you talked to me about the Senior's Dad, you were talking about...

Peter: (Nodded) Yeah, I know. It's a lot to take in, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you more.

Harry: Don't be, dude. You said it yourself; it was a police business, things are complicated in police businesses.

Peter: (Sighs) Yeah... Yeah, they can be.

As breakfast was finished, Gloria started to walk away when Ned caught up to her.

Ned: (Turns to Gloria) Hey, GG!

Gloria: (Continues walking) What's up?

Ned: Are you doing okay?

Gloria: Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

Ned: Well, it's just that we were talking about Vulture, and then Flash mentioned us getting kidnapped-!

Gloria: (Turns to Ned) Okay, can I stop you right there for one moment?

Ned: (Nods) Okay.

Gloria: Listen, it's as I said before; Vulture is literally Yesterday's news in our case, and that case is closed now, so how about we move on from it and just get along with our day, capeesh?

Ned: Yeah, capeesh.

Gloria: Capeesh! Now, can we please move on before I have to deal with any more surprise-?! (Bumps into Randy) AH!

Randy: (Blinked) Oh, hey, sorry.

Gloria: Oh! Hey, Rando.

Randy: Hey, sorry about that.

Gloria: No, don't be! I just startled myself, that's all.

Randy: (Raises a brow) You doing okay?

Gloria: (Nods) Yeah! Yeah, I'm doing fine, why?

Randy: Well, you look kind of stressed out, GG. People can see it from a hundred-mile radius, even I could see it.

Gloria: I'm just... (Rubs her eyes) I'm just trying my best to move on from a real, shitty experience. (Shook her head) Can I help you with something?

Randy: Actually, I was hoping to talk to Leeds about something.

Ned: (Widened his eyes) Oh! Okay! Well, what up, my man?

Randy: Well, it's about Parker. I need to talk to him and I heard he's in Detention all day.

Peter: (Walks to Randy) Actually, I'm on my way to Detention now. (Gets his attention) What do you need to talk about?

Randy: When was the last time you spoke to my Dad?

Peter: Oh? Well, it was when I was calling him to check if Betty told Mr. Jameson to lower my fee back to $50, although I do send him emails of Spider-Man Pics whenever the chance is there.

Randy: Well, he hasn't made it back home last night, and my Mom told me that he was working late last night. Then the morning came, and she was getting a call saying that Jameson didn't come home from work last night either.

Peter: (Raises a brow) Are they in trouble or something?

Randy: I don't know, but I hope not.

Peter: Well, you may know Mr. Jameson by now; he's known to be kind of, stubborn when he gets into his work, I'm sure your Dad was probably helping him out with something.

Randy: (Nodded) Yeah, but it's not like my Dad to not make a call-! (Gets a call, turning to his phone to see his Mom's name) Oh, hold up! It's my mom calling, maybe Dad called her back. (Turns to answer the call) Hey, Mom.

Ned: (Turns to Peter) You know, I've been wondering how you manage to send the Bugle Spider-Man pics.

Gloria: Yeah, I find it impossible for you to even meet up with that guy in person.

Peter: Well, I'm flexible when it comes to dealing with being in Detention and going to F.E.A.S.T. for a full week.

Randy: Holy shit, Mom, slow down. (Raises a brow) Wait, what do you mean there was an attack?

Peter: (Raises a brow) Attack?

Randy: Alright, that's okay! That's okay, I'm sure Dad will be in touch, just be remain calm, Mom. (Sighs as he ended the call) Damn.

Peter: (Turns to Randy) What? What's up, Randy?

Randy: (Turns to Parker) It's my Dad's boss... Someone tried to murder him!

Peter: (Widened his eyes) I'm sorry, what?!

Sirens rang near the Daily Bugle as police surrounded the building, police securing the DB offices as Jameson saw the cops turn his office into a crime scene.

Jameson: (Looks at the police wrapping up yellow tape) Hey, hey! How am I supposed to get inside my office if you people keep covering it up with tape?! (Turns to Captain Stacy and Detective Watanabe) Seriously, Captain, this is still my building, my goddamn office! You can't just duct tape everything and everywhere people can walk to!

George: Mr. Jameson, with all due respect, you recently got assaulted by an unknown assailant. We're only trying to do our jobs in securing the crime scene.

Yuri: And it would be better if you simply cooperated with our investigation.

Jameson: Your jobs? (Chuckles) Okay, tell me something that's part of your job; is condoning acts of Vigilantism part of your job? Is allowing vigilantes to run around and send thugs to prison part of your job? And is allowing vigilantes to influence others to become vigilantes themselves? I mean, have we all read it wrong recently?

George: (Sighs) Look, we understand that you don't have a very good opinion about Spider-Man, but you also have to understand that Spider-Man isn't our jurisdiction anymore.

Jameson: Oh, right! Right, right, he's not liable to be considered as a suspect anymore because asshats like Nick Fury decided to make the biggest mistake in Deputizing Spider-Man, which the most appalling act to have ever-!

Robbie: (Stands in front of the police) What Jonah is trying to say is that he's very grateful for you being here, but he'd like to know if there's anything that the NYPD could do about this attack?

Yuri: Well, we're still getting the crime scene organized, so let's start off with a couple of witness statements, starting with the two of you.

George: Where were you when you got attacked?

Jameson: (Scoffed) Isn't it obvious? (Points at his office) It happened right over there! Why the hell are you asking me this if you're busy putting tapes and numbers all over the damn place?!

Yuri: When did you get attacked? Did you see who did it?

Jameson: As a matter of fact, I did.

George: And? Who did he look like?

Jameson: Well, that's the damn problem; he didn't look like anyone. He had a body of a human being, but the bastard didn't have a goddamn face.

Yuri: (Raises a brow) What do you mean he didn't have a face?

Jameson: I mean that when I saw him, the only thing that covered his face was some kind of polka-dot! A big, giant Spot on his face and the same goes for the rest of his body! God, that punk has so many spots, I might as well call him Spot!

Robbie: I'm gonna have to back Jonah up on this. The man had was bald, his skin was white as a snowflake, and as Jonah said before, he had so many spots that people may just interpret him as a man with spots.

Jameson: More the reason we should just call him Spot!

George: Okay, well where did this, "Spot" do next?

Robbie: Nothing. Absolutely nothing, the moment I turned the lights on and they started flickering, he just disappeared, vanished right out of thin air.

Jameson: Which I find impossible for him to even do so! I mean, come on! He was just right there in my office!

Yuri: So it's a possibility that this, "Spot" is Enhanced somehow?

Jameson: Maybe! Or maybe he's some form of Inhuman, who the hell knows?!

George: Either way, this would explain how he would just suddenly disappear at the last second.

Robbie: So what does this mean? You're gonna call in S.H.I.E.L.D.

George: Most likely. They're more equipped to handle this than the NYPD could.

Jameson: Ah, to hell with S.H.I.E.L.D! As a matter of fact, to hell with Stark, with Fury, with all those damn suits! Those people are obviously deranged when it comes to deputizing a goddamn Menace to this city! I want the protection of the NYPD, nothing else!

Yuri: Mr. Jameson, you have to understand-!

Jameson: No, it's you that has to understand; I'm a proud American who stands by his right to his own opinion, and my opinion still stands that, regardless of whatever crap deputizing S.H.I.E.L.D. pulled off, that Spider-Man is a Menace to this City! All he does is bring out constant Threats that linger in this town, and he continues the act of a clown while pretending to be some hero! So no; I'm not going to accept any assistance from Nick Fury or S.H.I.E.L.D. for that matter, because I'm sure as hell not giving Spider-Man the satisfaction of accepting his help, I'll be damned if I did so!

George: Sir, you must think about this clearly-!

Jameson: I am thinking clearly! And the answer to S.H.I.E.L.D. assistance is a big flat no! Now, stop standing there like an idiot and start searching for the punk who attacked me last night! It's the NYPD's job to do so, not S.H.I.E.L.D's, and certainly not Spider-Man's! (Turns around and leaves)

Robbie: (Sighs as he turned to the officers) I'm sorry, officers, but knowing Jonah Jameson for a long time, he's bound to be stuck to his opinions.

Yuri: Is there any camera footage that we can use to ID the suspect?

Robbie: Yes, there is, as a matter of fact. I'll happily give it to you. (Gets a phone call from Randy) But first, I gotta take this call, it's my son.

Yuri: (Nods as she hands him her card) If you hear about Mr. Jameson changing his mind, let us know, and we'll make some arrangements.

Robbie: Well, it's highly doubtful, but I'll be sure to do so. (Turns to walk away)

George: (Turns to Yuri) Should have known the moment I set foot here, that man wouldn't listen to logic nor reason otherwise.

Yuri: Well, you have to at least admire his commitment. Man has a passion.

George: Yeah, well that passion might possibly get him killed. I'm gonna call in Fury, see what he can do.

Yuri: Right, well I'm gonna go ask around for any security cameras we could use to identify the perp.

George: Listen, before you go, I thought I should let you know that perhaps we should... Involve Spider-Man in this situation.

Yuri: (Raises a brow) You realize that's a ticking time bomb just waiting to happen, right, Captain?

George: Spider-Man has handled many persons of interests that have had skillsets beyond the NYPD's capabilities. Whether Jameson likes it or not, he'll need his help.

Yuri: But you heard him back there, he doesn't want any of S.H.I.E.L.D's or Spider-Man's protection.

George: Which is why I think it's best that he should just stick to the shadows. Officially, this isn't really Spider-Man's concern. Unofficially, however...

Yuri: (Nods, making a grin) I'll leave it to you then.

The two went their separate ways as Robbie was speaking to his son on his cell.

Robbie: I'll be fine, Randy. It's Jonah we should be worried about, man won't listen to reason. Just, get along with your day and I'll see at home first thing. (Ends the call and walks to his next destination when he gets another phone call) Hello?

Peter: (Is seen walking in the hallways) Robbie, hey, it's Peter!

Robbie: Peter, it's good to hear your voice!

Peter: Listen, Randy told me about what happened last night. Are you guys okay? I mean, who attacked Mr. Jameson?

Robbie: I'm not entirely sure, but I'm sure the police will handle this Enhanced Assassin somehow.

Peter: The police? Wait, did you say, Enhanced? Why isn't Jonah bringing S.H.I.E.L.D. into this?

Robbie: Why do you think?

Peter: (Sighs) Come on, are you telling me that he's that stubborn to not even receive help from Spider-Man?

Robbie: He's that stubborn. Believe me, I'd be lying if I said he wasn't.

Peter: Okay, but I don't understand why he can't just ask for S.H.I.E.L.D's help. That's kinda ridiculous.

Robbie: Well, hopefully, the cops will handle it okay. Right now, we should just let them do their jobs and let the police handle it, there's nothing either of us can do.

Peter: (Nods) Okay. You be safe out there, Robbie. (Ends the call, sighing as he turned to Gwen) You're never going to believe what happened.

Gwen: I'm guessing it involves Jonah's positive attitude about Spidey?

Peter: He won't accept his help, neither will he accept S.H.I.E.L.D's! There was an Enhanced attack today, I don't know how they're going to handle that!

Gwen: Look, ever since S.H.I.E.L.D. made it clear that they're sticking around for any Enhanced Terrorisms, they also made it pretty clear that it's their job to go out and get involved whether or not someone doesn't consent to their participation. Believe me, he's gonna get some protection whether he likes it or not.

Peter: And that means I probably have to help him out.

Gwen: Come on, it's what you do.

Peter: I know, but you know Mr. Jameson, he hates me!

Gwen: Well, maybe now's a chance for you to help him change his opinion about you! Maybe convince him that Spider-Man is a force of good.

Peter: You think that would work?

Gwen: Well, it's worth a shot. I mean, this could be a one time opportunity get your rep on a good track with people who think you're a Menace. (Narrows her eyes) Or a Threat.

Peter: (Sighs) Alright, well... I guess I'll have to figure out how to get out of school today since I'm in Detention-!

Jessica: (Walks by Parker) Come with me, you're needed.

Peter: (Sees her walk away, blinking) Okay, I guess that's my way out.

Gwen: (Nods) I'll leave you to it.

The two went separate ways as Peter joined Agent Drew into her Office, walking inside to greet the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent.

Peter: Hey, you said that I'm needed?

Jessica: I did. (Sits on her desk) Last night, there was an assault against J. Jonah Jameson of the Daily Bugle. I'm aware that you're familiar with him, correct?

Peter: (Scratches his head) I wish I could say no if I wanted to.

Jessica: Well, some of our agents inside the NYPD confirmed that the assault was led by an Enhanced, one that has a habit of disappearing into the shadows.

Peter: (Raises a brow) Someone who disappears into the shadows? Huh, that sounds a lot like one of those New Orleans sightings. (Widened his eyes) Wait, the attacker doesn't happen to work with anyone else? A blonde with a shiny, glowing Dagger in particular?

Jessica: As far as intel can gather, this appears to be a one-man job, which means he'll be working alone. (Folds her arms) But that is where you and Allan come in.

Peter: Allan? Wait, Liz is coming?

Liz: (Walks into the office) Yeah. (Turns to Peter) Is there a problem with that?

Peter: (Turns to Liz) Uh, no, of course not!

Liz: Then, let's move on and get to the root of the problem already. (Turns to Jessica) What do you need us to do?

Jessica: Well, so far, our NYPD contacts are speaking about moving Jameson to the NYPD precinct in Midtown in the next hour, so I'm pulling you both out of school so you can keep a close eye on the convoy. Given the assassin's description, there's no telling when or how he'll attack Jameson again, but we need to keep our guard up.

Liz: Alright, then what are we waiting for? Let's get going already.

Liz turned to exit the office, leaving Parker and Drew alone together as they met eye to eye.

Peter: So... You want to have Liz be out there?

Jessica: (Folded her arms) I'm sensing you're having a second opinion on that.

Peter: (Sits down on a chair) Look, I don't doubt Liz can't handle herself in any way, but her Dad was just sent to prison recently. And as someone whose parents had kept something big from their own kid for most of his life, I'd rather do anything else than go to school, beat up bad guys, and do much of anything really.

Jessica: (Sighs) Look, I don't disagree with you, but this is based on her request to be out on the field.

Peter: Her request? Liz wanted this?

Jessica: Specifically, she wanted to do something that involves going out and using her powers.

Peter: Okay, but is that what she actually wants?

Jessica: (Stands up) Peter, this may feel very sensitive to you for me to ask this, so feel free to not acknowledge anything I ask, but... (Sits on her desk) Do you remember when your Uncle Ben died?

Peter: (Sighs through his nostrils) Every single day of my life.

Jessica: Do you remember how you felt? How you reacted?

Peter: I remember wanting to make Mac Gargan pay every inch of his life for what he did. And how I was so, so angry with what he did, but, with what I also did.

Jessica: When a person experiences emotion, there are many reactions one tends to feel. When someone tries to bury that reaction, it tends to explode to a million directions in every worst outcome.

Peter: And you're okay with her being out right now?

Jessica: I'm not. But, I know that burying feelings is not the best way for her to handle her experience. Perhaps what she needs is to let out some anger, vent it out of her system. It's what anyone would do in her case.

Peter: (Nodded) Okay, but... What if she's trying to bury her feelings by being Firestar? Like, what she's just using it to hide the pain away?

Jessica: That's where you come in. You're to keep an extra eye on her while you and she keep watch over the convoy.

Peter: (Scratches his head) That's great, but I'm not sure she's too happy to be around me right now. I mean, I did send her Dad to jail-!

Jessica: She won't blame you if that's what you're thinking.

Peter: I hope not! But, I also hope that she won't, you know, hate me for keeping her Dad's identity a secret from her.

Jessica: Even if she does, she'll understand the reason behind it. If she doesn't, she'll understand eventually. Nothing lasts forever, not even anger.

Peter: (Nods) So, I should just hope for the best then?

Jessica: I think you should start focusing more on the mission. But if you do see something out of the ordinary, you talk to me. I'll go speak with Allan about it.

Peter: (Sighs) Okay. (Turns to leave) See you later.

At the Bugle, NYPD cruisers surrounded the Flatiron Building as Jameson was seen putting on a bulletproof vest, courtesy of the police as Stacy and Watanabe oversee his gear.

Yuri: (Folded her hands and placed them below her hips) Feeling comfortable?

Jameson: Not really! (Growls lowly, rubbing his chest) And for the record, the man had spots, not guns! Why the hell would I need a bulletproof vest on?!

George: It's for your protection. We don't who is targeting you, and we don't know who else is in on this, so it's better to be safe than sorry.

Jameson: Sorry? HA! Oh, after this, seeing how well you do your jobs, I'm gonna make all of you sorry for ever condoning that Wall-Crawling Menace! And I'll make it a living hell!

Quaid: (Approaches the two) Captain, there's a patrol car waiting for Mr. Jameson just outside.

George: (Cocks his weapon) Alright, let's move out.

The police began to escort Jameson out of the building as they guided him over to a cruiser, Spider-Man and Firestar were sitting on a rooftop across the street from the Bugle, watching over the convoy while they wait to make their next move.

Firestar: (Activates her Comms) Jameson is about to be escorted into a cruiser. No sign of the assassin yet.

Coulson: This is Coulson. Both of you watch your Six, this Enhanced may have Teleportation abilities, the target could appear at any time.

Firestar: Roger, we'll keep a lookout. (Cuts the feed as she looked down at the streets) Did you get all that?

Spider-Man: (Nods) Yeah, watch our Six for a guy who could be wielding some kind of cosmic gemstone or something.

Firestar: (Kneels down) Just keep a lookout. This guy attacked your boss in his office out of nowhere, he could appear again at any time.

Spider-Man: (Nodded as he turned to his friend) Hey, uh... How are you doing so far?

Firestar: Fine... You're like the 7th person who's asked me that question.

Spider-Man: (Rubbed his head) I get that. (Turns to the sky) I understand that a lot! Better than you know.

Firestar: Do you? (Turns to Spider-Man) Do you now?

Spider-Man: I do. Listen, when my Uncle Ben died, I didn't feel like talking to people that much. In fact, I didn't feel like I wanted to be pitied around just like you probably don't want to be pitied around, but we're all here for you.

Firestar: (Folded her arms) Peter, no offense, but there's a difference between our own personal tragedies; and unless you tried burning your Uncle alive or blowing him up, then there's honestly nothing that either of us can relate to.

Spider-Man: (Groans as he face palmed himself) No, no, that's not what I-!

Firestar: (Sees Jameson getting inside the car) Let's just stay on task. Your Boss needs babysitting.

Spider-Man: (Nods) Right... (Turns to Liz) Wait, how can you-?

With no response, she started flying up high in the air, much to Spidey's shock as he saw the firey trail left behind by Firestar.

Spider-Man: (Sighs) Right... I totally forgot that she can fly now.

He kept a good distance from the convoy as it continued to go on course to its destination, Jameson was inside grumbling and mumbling through his lips, folding his arms, feeling like he's being treated like a child that's in dire need of babysitting while kept on close watch by numerous officers sitting with him.

Jameson: This is seriously unnecessary... I have a car, you know! If I wanted to, I could have just followed you there instead!

Yuri: This is only a precaution. Most thugs wouldn't bother trying to thwart a heavily armed transport.

Jameson: Yeah, well most thugs don't just show up out of nowhere and then just straight up vanish!

George: Don't you worry, Mr. Jameson, we'll be at the precinct soon.

Jameson: Sure! As long as you people have the miraculous luck of avoiding rush hour traffic!

George: That's highly unlikely. (Turns to the driver) How are we holding up?

Driver: We should be arriving soon, Captain. (Turns around) We're almost-! (Widened his eyes) What the-?!

Standing in the middle of the street, there was a man with Pitch White Skin, covered in strange Black Dots as his face didn't even have a face, as if he wasn't born with one to begin with, but yet, still he stood there as if staring out at the police cruiser just moments away from running him over from the crosswalk.

Not wanting to cause a hit and run, the driver swerved to the left, causing the vehicle to collide with a light pole, shaking the passengers from the sudden impact as everyone stopped their cars immediately.

Jameson: (Held onto his seatbelt) What's going on?! Are we under attack already?!

George: (Gets out his weapon) Everyone out! (Gets out of the car) Detective, watch him!

Every cop aside from Yuri ran out of their vehicles as Spider-Man leaped onto a ledge, seeing the sudden change inactivity.

Spider-Man: Hey, Liz, are you seeing this?

Firestar: (Hovers in the sky) Yeah. Cop car just crashed, any idea what's happening?

Spider-Man: Not sure... I'm not seeing anything.

As the cops surveyed the area, a series of Black Holes showed up out of thin air as everyone armed with a gun looked around at the strange phenomenon happening around the street, especially Spidey, who was surprised by this turn of events.

Spider-Man: (Widened his brow) Okay, that's new. (Pressed on his chest) Karen? Is the world coming to an end right now?

Karen: I'm not detecting any energy reduction from any of the black holes.

Spider-Man: Yeah, and I'm not seeing anyone getting sucked inside, so I'm assuming they're some kind of portal.

Firestar: But what they are for?

Suddenly, pairs of hands come out of the portals and then pull a cop inside, others hearing one of their own shrieks. Then as the portal, one that the cop was dragged into disappeared, another appeared right above a S.W.A.T. Unit, coming out was the same officer that was abducted by the mysterious attacker as the same thing was repeated several times, causing law enforcement to open fire at the portals, which had no effect as Spider-Man watched the mayhem unfold.

Spider-Man: (Stands up) Well, that answers that.

Firestar: (Touched her Comlink) Coulson, we found the Teleporter!

Coulson: Allan, do not engage! Parker, get Jameson out of the area, and move out!

Spider-Man: (Jumps off of the ledge) Got it!

Spider-Man swung over to the patrol car that had Jameson inside only to encounter another Black Hole as Spidey stopped where he was. There at that moment, a figure appeared before the Web-Slinger, his Skin being completely pale, black dots covering all over his body, and his face as he walked out of the portal, facing Spider-Man who was mesmerized by the sight.

Jameson: (Sees the attacker) There! That's him! That's the Spot I was talking about, along with Spider-Man!

Yuri: (Loads her Gun) Be quiet!

Spider-Man: (Sees the pale Enhanced standing before him) So, you must be the Spot I've heard so much about! Well, you're definitely a sight for sore eyes.

Spot: (Stares at the Web-Head through the Black Void) This is between me, and Jameson, this is none of your concern.

Spider-Man: (Widened his eyes) Really? Well, what happened? Oh wait, don't tell me! Uh, he made a scathing video rant about you on Live TV, and now you want to give him a piece of your mind, is that it?

Spot: As I said... It's none of your concern.

Spider-Man: Well, considering that you're dragging cops inside of Black Holes, that's definitely a cause for concern! So, how about you turn yourself in, and then you can file a complaint behind bars?

Spot: So be it.

Without warning, aside from a small Spider-Tingle, another appeared right below Spider-Man as he jumped up from the ground, flipping forwards towards Spot as he saw him pull of a hostile assault.

Spider-Man: (Looks up) Okay! That wasn't nice!

Spidey pulled a punch at Spot's chest, only to instead land a punch directly towards his own face.

Spider-Man: OW! (Backs up) Son of a Spot, my Nose!

As Spidey stumbled back, Spot made another portal just behind the Webhead, drawing himself inside to land right on top of a taxi, who tripped an alarm upon impact as the Red and Blue hero groaned from the pain.

While this happened, Spot turned around, facing Jameson as he made another portal to pull him out of the car, causing him to look at his face to face in full-on confrontation.

Jameson: Get off of me, you damned crook!

Spot: (Stares at Jameson) Is that another lie you're going to tell the media? Or are you simply going to keep this in the dark, as you have done with me?

Jameson: What the hell are you talking about?!

Spot: Tell me... Do you regret leaving me behind? Leaving me for Oscorp to drag me away, to experiment on me? While you ran and left me for dead? On Halloween?

As Jameson stared at the faceless man, vivid images of another appeared in his memory as he was seen with a scientist that was trying to help him investigate Oscorp on Halloween... The same man whose whimpered voice haunted since began to surge as he widened his eyes in horror.

Jameson: Doctor Ohnn?

Spot: In the Flesh, no thanks to you.

Before the conversation could continue, Yuri began to get out of the car and aim her weapon at the Enhanced.

Yuri: NYPD, put him down!

Spot: (Lossened his grip) With pleasure.

Another portal had been made just for Jonah, as Spot mercilessly dropped him inside without a moment's hesitation as Jameson fell out of another, falling a thousand feet in the sky as he screamed into the open air.

Then from a blink of an eye came Firestar to the rescue as she flew in and saved Jameson's life, much to Spot's dismay as he watched from the ground below, ignoring the fact that he's currently being shot at by police. Much to their mistake, considering his entire body is filled with portals that causing bullets to simply shoot through him and out of him, going into the now injured officers who literally shot themselves.

Soon, Firestar dropped Jameson off to a rooftop as she landed onto the solid surface pavement.

Firestar: (Looks at Jameson) You okay, sir?

Jameson: (Stands back) Get off me! You could set me on fire with those hands!

Firestar: (Rolls her eyes, folding her arms) Well, you're welcome.

Spot: (Approaches the two while exiting a portal) Jameson is mine!

Firestar: (Turns to Spot) You'll have to go through me, first!

She shot a wave of fireballs at Spot, only to have shot through the portals and unleashed a series of bombardments throughout the streets, causing hellfire to some buildings and cars.

Witnessing the collateral damage she has done, Firestar gasped softly at her mistake, looking on the frenzy that she unleashed as Spot took advantage of the distraction and began to disappear through a portal, making his exit while Spider-Man entered the roof.

Spider-Man: (Turns to the two) Is everything okay up here?

Jameson: (Turns to Spider-Man) "Is everything okay up here?" No, of course, everything is not okay! You let that faceless assassin escape, and your hotheaded hot-shot just committed acts of Arson!

Spider-Man: Great, Jonah, good to know, I can see that with my two eyes.

Jameson: Ah, so you're deliberately causing more harm intentionally rather than causing it unintentionally, is that it?!

Spider-Man: (Sighs as he turned to Firestar) Firestar?

Firestar just stood there in silence, seeing the damage she made as she saw someone come out of an alley covered in ashes, regret seen all over her face bright as day.

Spider-Man: (Places a hand on her shoulders) Firestar?

Firestar: (Turns around) I have to go.

She made a jump and then retreated into the skies, leaving Spider-Man and Jameson to bite the dust as her flames followed her at every turn.

Jameson: (Folds his arms) Hmph... Some hero she is!

Spider-Man: (Turns around) Come on.

Jameson: And where do you think you're taking me?!

Spider-Man: To the Babysitter's Club, I heard they had an opening valid just for a loud-mouthed, spoiled child who's in desperate need of attention.

Later, Liz was seen at S.H.I.E.L.D. Central watching the broadcasts of the events that transpired as she folded her arms in shame, seeing the fire department put out the flames she herself have unleashed as Peter walked by and stood next to her.

Peter: Disaster aside, there were no casualties from Spot's attack, so I have reason to believe that we have nothing to worry about until he's been handled properly.

Liz: (Looks at the news) ...So, how pissed is Coulson right now?

Peter: Uh, not sure 'cause he's not back yet.

Liz: Oh... (Lowered her head) Well, that's one way to keep me hanging.

Peter: (Leaned against the balcony) How are you feeling?

Liz: Like I have messed up royally.

Peter: (Turns to Liz) Look, I have made mistakes before, so I know what that's like.

Liz: Yeah, well I doubt you know what it's like to set things on fire with your bare hands!

Peter: Okay, maybe not! But I know what it's like making mistakes so bad, everyone ends up hating you for it. You know, back when I had a Symbiote attached to my very being? Eddie Brock still hates me for it, even if we're at F.E.A.S.T. together. And there's the matter of being verbally criticized by Jameson, that I can personally tell you, it is no fun with him telling stories about you all day long.

Liz: (Nodded) Well... At least we can relate to those.

Coulson: (Approaches Peter and Liz) Parker, Allan.

Liz: (Turns to Coulson, pulling herself away from the balcony bars) Agent Coulson, I know that you told me to stay away-!

Coulson: Not now, we can discuss this later. You two may want to put your masks back on, we're about to receive some guests.

Peter: (Raises a brow) Who?

The elevator door opened as Peter and Liz quickly began to put their masks back on, a very unhappy J. Jonah Jameson walked through the halls of S.H.I.E.L.D. Central as he was personally escorted by Nick Fury, George Stacy, Yuri Watanabe, and a bunch of S.H.I.E.L.D. units.

Jameson: This is outrageous! I told you, people, I wanted the Police, not S.H.I.E.L.D! Not Spider-Man! And more importantly, not Nick Mother-!

Fury: Mr. Jameson! (Turns around, pointing a finger at his mouth) First off... Only I get to say that word. (Pulls his finger away) Secondly, it wasn't your request to bring you to Central. It was Captain Stacy that requested you to be here, and thank god he did after the shit that was pulled today.

Jameson: (Turns to the Captain) Stacy, is he serious right now?!

George: Mr. Jameson, I respect your right of free speech, but unfortunately, this Enhanced we're facing is way out of our paygrade. There was no way I could guarantee your safety even within the walls of any police precinct.

Yuri: S.H.I.E.L.D. will be more equipped to handle whoever this Spot is than the NYPD will ever be.

Jameson: But what about your reputation? It's your City, not theirs!

George: Until the NYPD is ready for this type of situation, S.H.I.E.L.D. is your only best bet of guaranteeing your protection.

Fury: So like it or not, sir, you're sticking around with us.

Jameson: (Sighs) This cannot get any worse-! (Turns around, seeing the two vigilantes in the room) YOU!

Spider-Man: (Waves his hand in a friendly) Uh... Hi.

Jameson: Not you, you Web-Headed Nuisance! I was talking to the Blaze of Fire standing next to you!

Firestar: (Sighs as she shook her head) Well, this is just great.

Jameson: Why the hell aren't you in the inside of a cell yet?! You set fire to dozens of street corners earlier! You should be placed on trial for what you did!

Firestar: (Lowers a brow) Look, buddy-!

Fury: (Turns to stand in Firestar's way, facing the DB editor) There will be disciplinary actions taken in light of the events that took place. For now, let us take you somewhere that will allow you to be comfortable. (Turns to Coulson) Coulson, show our guest to Level 102.

Coulson: Yes sir.

Jameson: (Scoffed as he was escorted out of the hall) Disciplinary action my ass! I bet you're just gonna let that Pyro waltz off into the streets unpunished! Because apparently, that's what you do with Spider-Man all the damn time!

Spider-Man: (Waves at Jameson again) See you around, JJ Abrams! (Turns around, sighing) Well, this is a great idea, bringing him here.

Fury: The assassin has the ability to create black holes only suitable enough for him to travel through. Once he eventually comes after Jameson again for the third time, he'll be facing us for the second time in a row.

Firestar: (Raises a brow) I'm sorry... When was the first time?

Fury: I'm afraid that's... Classified information.

Spider-Man: (Folded his arms) Seriously? I thought we were all more open up to each other.

Fury: Trust me, there are just some things that are better left for S.H.I.E.L.D. to handle. (Folded his arms, turning to Firestar) Now, I wasn't lying when I told Jameson on the matters of discipline, Allan. Any idea why you neglected Coulson's directive for you?

Firestar: (Rubbed her arms) Sir, I was... I was just trying to save Jameson-!

Fury: Which was fine after Parker fell on top of a car during his first encounter with our target. But then, you made a choice to engage him in combat, which resulted in things getting really hot, literally.

Firestar: I'm sorry, Director. I wasn't thinking-!

Fury: No, you weren't. It was apparently evident on today's task at hand.

Spider-Man: Uh, Fury? Do you mind if you go easy on her? Liz's Dad just went to jail very recently yesterday.

Fury: That's exactly what I'm concerned about. I've talked with Agent Drew, and she agrees that you may need some time off from the field for a while. So get dressed Allan, you're going back to school today.

Spider-Man: What? Fury, come on, that's not fair!

Firestar: No, no, he's right, Peter. (Turns to Spider-Man) I think that it's for the best that I sit out this one, maybe give myself some time to think. It's probably for the best. (Turns to leave) I'll see you later.

Spider-Man: (Watches Liz leave) Liz...

Fury: Let her go, Parker. You're still needed.

Spider-Man: (Turns to Fury) Was that really necessary? Treating her like that?

Fury: I can sympathize, but I can't let that be an excuse to do what everyone may wish to do during combat. The same goes for you, and your Father when he was still S.H.I.E.L.D. (Turns around) Now, come on. We need to talk.

Spider-Man: (Sighed as he walked with Fury) So... Using Jameson as Bait, I can understand that. But how we going to prepare ourselves since the guy can teleport himself anywhere?

Fury: Our technicians are currently activating a building-wide power dampening system, made exclusively for people who are you exactly like you, being special.

Spider-Man: You have tech that can do that?

Fury: You can thank Fitz-Simmons for that if you ever get the chance to meet 'em one day.

Spider-Man: (Scratched his head) Okay, but... Won't that affect me too?

Fury: (Turns to Parker) When Ultron started showing up, the Avengers had been dealt with a heavy setback. So do you know what I said to them?

Spider-Man: Uh... No.

Fury: I said, that here we all are, back on Earth, with nothing, but our Wit and our Will to save the world. You were born out of a family that had both of those, and we're both going to need it if we're to survive this.

Spider-Man: Well, this is starting to feel encouraging.

Fury: Well, either way, this is one of these situations where you think before you act. This Enhanced could kill you, and every single person in this building, now what would you have yourself do?

Spider-Man: Okay... (Turns around) Let me think... The guy can teleport himself through black holes within a blink of an eye, could venture off right into the horizon... Horizon. (Snaps his fingers) Oh my god, Horizon! (Turns to Fury) Hey, Horizon Labs has a bunch of stuff that's filled with tech! Maybe I can visit one of the doctors there, have them lend a hand!

Fury: Every little thing helps. Just be sure to come back here before this Spot arrives.

Spider-Man: Right, because when the time comes, it's time for the Spider on the Spot, right?

Fury groaned a little, simply walking away as he left Spider-Man to his objective.

Spider-Man: (Sees Fury walking away) Right? Come on, Spider on the Spot? It's a good one, right? (Walks away, activating Karen) Uh, Karen? What do you think of Spider on the Spot?

Karen: I... Don't know what you mean, Peter.

Spider-Man: (Sighs) Never mind.

As Spidey began to exit S.H.I.E.L.D. Central, Jameson was escorted to the elevator leading up to Level 102 as they stood in front of the closed door.

Coulson: Once we have you settled, you'll remain here until the threat posing against your safety has been neutralized.

Jameson: Ah... Wonderful, was that the same speech you gave my Son right after he crashed?

Norman: (Shows up from the elevator as the door opened, delighted to see Jonah) Mr. Jameson... Why it is remarkable that you have survived! (Approaches Jonah, placing a hand on his shoulder) I heard what happened to you, and I was just, horrified that someone is indeed targeting you.

Jameson: (Nodded, looking at Norman with uncertainty) I didn't realize you cared.

Norman: Oh? For a man who makes a damn good paper and one of hell of a television program? I can't imagine anyone who wouldn't. (Turns to Coulson) Agent, are you and all of S.H.I.E.L.D. going to give this man the protection he deserves?

Coulson: With all the resources you have been financing for us, there's no doubt about it.

Norman: Excellent! Then I will be out of your hair! (Pauses, bowing slightly to Jameson) Pun unintended. (Walks away)

Jameson: (Turns to Norman) Osborn. (Gets his attention) You're a science guy, aren't you? You don't happen to know anything about a man named Jonathan Ohnn, do you?

Norman: (Shook his head) Can't say I remember having heard of him.

Jameson: Really? Because, the last time I checked, he worked at Oscorp in one of your science divisions.

Norman: Ah, yes, the company's pride and joy. Well, much like the world itself, Oscorp is a big place, Jonah. I see every face I have ever seen, and sometimes, there are names and faces that I can't just seem to remember. But as a man of your own company, I'm certain that you understand that all too well. (Checks his text) Well, if it's all the same to you, I must be on my own now. Please, stay safe, Jonah. I would hate to find something terrible has unfolded while I'm away.

The two began to make their separate exits as Jonah watched Osborn leave... Suspicion being grown from his personal sub-conscious.

Back in school, people learned of the events that took place in Manhattan as Gwen, Ned, and Gloria walked together hearing the news displayed on several TV screens.

Ned: (Sees Spot throwing Spider-Man into a Black Hole) Whoa, he can teleport and create Black Holes?

Gloria: Talk about scary as hell! What if he creates a Hole that's way too big?

Gwen: Look, it's fine! Peter's still in S.H.I.E.L.D. handling it, so we have nothing to worry about, but school today.

Gloria: Right... Not unless any one of us gets kidnapped, again.

Ned: That feels highly unlikely.

Gloria: Does it? (Turns to Ned) Are you sure about that? Because there's a lot of surprises in this life, how sure are you about that?

Gwen: (Raises a brow) Are you okay?

Gloria: (Nodded) Yeah... Yeah, totally. Nothing's wrong.

MJ: (Walks with Harry) Hey, weirdos!

Ned: (Turns to MJ and Harry) Hey!

Harry: Ned! Gloria! Where were you two yesterday? I've been meaning to ask you guys that when we were sitting at the lunch table together at breakfast.

Ned: (Widened his eyes) Oh... Um, well... That's kind of difficult to explain.

MJ: It can't be that bad.

Gloria: (Turns to MJ) How do you know that?

MJ: Because there are a lot of worse things than just ditching school, and so far, you two look pretty great.

Ned: Well, uh...

Gwen: It's actually difficult to explain...

Gloria: We had an emergency. (Ned and Gwen turn to her) And it involved us being out of school to do so, and we had no time to let anybody know, so we had to leave.

Harry: Really? Well, what kind of emergency.

Gloria: (Turns to Harry) The kind where it's so... Audacious, that it's probably for the best for any of us to not speak it-!

She yelped as she heard the sounds of metal screeching from down the hallways, turning around to see a saw cutting through a disfigured metal pipe from the Agricultural Mechanics lab as everyone stared at her startling.

MJ: (Raises a brow) So... Was this emergency so bad that you have to yelp to every sound of metal getting cut up?

Gwen: (Turns to MJ) Uh... Yeah, it's that bad.

Harry: Well... In that case, I guess maybe I should invite you guys over to a special party happening down at my favorite nightclub, the Deep End. And before anyone can ask, I brided the owner, and he's more than willing to let us go nuts in his club.

Ned: Cool! But, how many people are coming?

Harry: Well, let's see; there's MJ, myself, Peter if he likes to, uh, you three guys, and one more ticket that I'm considering.

Gwen: Is it for Liz?

Harry: I was considering it, but then I thought that would draw way too much attention to her since there's a lot of media going on about her Dad.

MJ: Basically, what Harry is trying to say is that he and I are figuring out which one of our most favorite people in school are we most interested in joining us.

Ned: Um... Okay, well that's awesome! Yeah, we'd be happy to join you.

Harry: Fantastic! Tell Peter not to be late because the party starts around 8.

Gwen: Great. We'll be there!

As they exchanged goodbyes, Gloria wondered the halls as she rubbed her arms together, having experienced memories of her previous encounters with the Vulture the day before as ned and Gwen quickly caught up to her.

Gwen: Hey, Gloria! What's up with you? You have been acting weird since this morning!

Ned: Yeah, I even saw your hands shake from the table! What's wrong with you?

Gloria: (Shivered as she rubbed her arms) I... I don't know... I have never felt this way before.

Gwen: (Sighs as she rubbed her hair) Okay, let's go.

Ned: Where? Where are we going?

Gwen: We have to find Jessica.

Ned: Why? She's a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent with knowledge of being a badass.

Gwen: Because she's still our freaking Grief Counselor, now come on!

The two ventured down into Jessica Drew's office, knocking on the door as she gave permission to come in, they walked right into her domain, guiding Gloria to a seat.

Jessica: (Sees Gloria's expression a pained one) What's wrong with her?

Ned: No idea! She just started acting this way ever since the morning had started.

Gloria: God, everyone please, just... (Lightly pushes Gwen's hand off her shoulder) Can everyone relax? I'm fine, I just... I just need a moment.

Jessica: Excellent idea. (Turns to Gwen and Ned) You two, with me.

They started to back up as they gave Gloria some space, gathering around to speak privately.

Jessica: (Folded her arms) I have an idea on what your friend is going through.

Ned: What is it?

Jessica: (Sighs) It's a trauma that I've seen in few agents after going through an intense, life or death experience, especially the youngest of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

Gwen: What? Like, PTSD?

Jessica: Not quite, I doubt this is a longer-term. But it's trauma none of the less.

Ned: Okay... So, what? What do we do to help?

Jessica: You, just give her all the space she needs until she feels open enough to socialize. For now, you just go back to your classes and let me handle this.

Gwen: (Nodded) Come on Ned. (Turns to leave) Take care, Gloria!

The two left the office as Gloria sat on a chair sighing, rubbing her hair while Jessica began to sit down on her desk.

Jessica: So... Care to talk about what's going on with you?

Gloria: (Rubbed her arm) Not really.

Jessica: Well... Do you care to sit for a while? I can ask for permission to cancel your classes today.

Gloria: (Turns to Jessica) No offense, lady, but aren't you supposed to be a spy posing as some counselor?

Jessica: (Blinked a couple of times, scoffing) Why, yes... I am. (Folded her arms) But that doesn't mean I'm not trained to read people. And from where I'm sitting, you're not exactly doing great.

Gloria: Well, isn't it nice that you care so much?

Jessica: (Stands up) Look, I'm not here to interrogate you. Far from it. But your friends, they're worried about you. So if you're not going to talk for me, talk for them. Otherwise, this condition of yours might escalate further than it is, and trust me, you don't want to go anywhere beyond just basic trauma.

Gloria: (Nodded) I... Guess so.

Jessica: (Sits on a chair, pulling up in front of Gloria) Come... What's bothering you?

Gloria: (Sighs as she started rubbing her face) Have you... Ever been kidnapped before?

Jessica: (Nodded her head) Yes, I'm afraid I have.

Gloria: Have you ever had a gun pointed at you?

Jessica: I am familiar, unfortunately.

Gloria: (Turns to Jessica) Have you had the privilege of being close near death by someone's father who you have thought was so humble, but ending up betraying you from the moment something didn't fit into his agenda? And then having said father cause one of your friends, who is an actual superhero, to risk his own identity for the sake of myself and his friends?

Jessica: (Blinked, having heard Gloria's last question) ...I, am not sure I can quite answer that specific list of details.

Gloria: Right, because you don't know how any of that feels, don't you?

Jessica: I... Don't.

Gloria sighed as a tear started falling down on her cheek, turning around as the memory began to surface once again, much to Jessica's regret.

Jessica: (Clears her throat) But I understand trauma, and the effects it can have on a person. So, why don't we start off with when you first found out about Parker.

Gloria: (Chuckled slightly) Oh, that part's really easy. Ask Ned, I'm the girl who wanted to find out about who the Spider-Man was.

Jessica: Of course, but when you began your search... What did you believe was going to happen?

Gloria: (Bit her lip, facing the floor) Honestly... I thought it would have been simple if people... Actually knew who to give their thanks to. Someone who had saved their asses from a bus, or a car crash, or a fire, whatever danger there was, I just thought that this guy hiding behind a mask would have been tired of not being thanked for personally because... No one knew who the hell he looked like. (Sighs) But then... I did find out, and it was great for a time. But then, the Goblin happened, along with a bunch of other crazy fiascos, and... One of them involved me getting abducted for the first time in my life, and... Overall, it was not a good experience, and... (Sighs as she shook her head) I don't know... I don't know, maybe... Maybe this life I have now wasn't exactly what I envisioned before, nor had I really thought about up to this point.

Jessica: (Tilts her head) Do you regret knowing about it?

Gloria: (Shook her head) No, of course, I don't. But, at the same time, I just... Can't get the memory of your friend risking their personal life just to save yours out of my brain. I... (Scoffs) Out of 7 billion in the world, and I, along with the guy who convinced me to keep quiet, end up becoming one of the luckiest people that night... And I just can't seem to find some way to give thanks to other than just simple gestures and... Ugh, goddamn food and drinks!

Jessica: (Folded her arms) So, perhaps you have trouble repaying a debt that you owe?

Gloria: (Peered down on the floor) Maybe with something that doesn't get ingested into our tastebuds.

Jessica: Hmm... (Stand up from her desk) I know the feeling all too well. But sometimes the best we can do to repay those debts is to do the best for those who assisted us for as long as we can. Peter knows you and Ned are grateful for last night, and he knows as well as you that he would do anything for a friend in need.

Gloria: (Nodded in understanding) I just... I just wish there was some way to repay him.

Jessica: If by studying Peter's behavior during my time means anything to you... I doubt a reward would be necessary.

Gloria: (Scoffed lightly as she turned to the window) Yeah... Yeah, you're probably right about that.

Jessica: (Hears the bell ringing) Alright, now seriously, do you need me to cut you out of class today? Or are you capable of handling the rest of the day on your own?

Gloria: Um... I think I got it covered.

Jessica: You're certain?

Gloria: Yeah... Yeah, I'm certain of it.

Jessica: (Sighs lightly) Alright then. (Walks to her door and opens it) You enjoy the rest of your day then.

Gloria nodded as she got her backpack and began to walk out of her office, walking right into Liz in full surprise.

Liz: (Sees Gloria) Gloria?

Gloria: Liz! Hey, I thought you were... Outdoing extracurricular.

Liz: Yeah, I got early release today.

Gloria: Damn. I'm sorry, Liz.

Liz: Don't be! It's kind of my fault, and it's only for the day, so it's fine. (Turns around) Is 3rd period over yet?

Gloria: Yeah, we're about to enter 5th period now, so I wouldn't bother asking about that since it's over. But first, um... This might interest you or not, but Harry and MJ are inviting people into this club-!

Liz: (Shook her head) Yeah, I'm... Not interested right now. But thanks for the thought.

Gloria: (Nodded) No problem. You take care.

Liz: (Nodded) You too.

The two made their separate ways as they began to spend the day being kids, Spidey entered Horizon Labs as he climbed through the balcony, walking into the lab trying to find someone inside.

Spider-Man: Hello? Anybody home? (Walks around Horizon Labs) Huh... Guess nobody's-! (Gets a Tingling sensation) Home?

Without a second thought, he leaped out of his spot, avoiding an electrical current centered on the floor as Spider-Man widened his eyes at the sight of it.

Spider-Man: What the hell?! (Feels his waist being wrapped by a tentacle) Huh?

Spidey yelped as he was then pulled out of the wall to get pinned into another as four metallic arms pinned his arms and legs tightly. The arms being controlled by none other than Doctor Octavius himself.

Otto: (Looks at Spider-Man) You have a lot of nerve showing up here uninvited.

Spider-Man: (Struggles in the Doctor's grip) Well... This is one way of saying hello!

Max: (Walks into the room, seeing Otto restraining Spider-Man) Otto! My god, what are you doing?!

Otto: Just giving these arms some good exercise. They have been needing it for a while now, and I thought I'd put them to the test with our intruder here.

Spider-Man: Uh, well, if it helps in any way, I actually came here to ask for some help! Now, could you guys please put me down?

Max: Our help? What could we possibly help you with?

Spider-Man: An Enhanced situation that likes to cause black holes at the most random places in New York! Agh, these things are kind of tight, don't you think?]

Otto hummed, hearing the Spider's request as he used the arms to relinquish the Wall-Crawler.

Otto: Black holes, you say?

Spider-Man: (Groans as he rubbed his arms) Yeah. I'm pretty sure you watched the news.

Otto: Yes, I see you have done a Spectacular display at handling the problem as you have done with the Goblin Beast that terrorized us all on Halloween.

Max: Otto, come on.

Otto: (Sighs) Apologies for my manners. I'm just a slight bit anxious because of our recent troubles with one Adrian Toomes.

Spider-Man: (Nodded) Yeah, I know the feeling. I'm sorry I couldn't be there to help when I could.

Max: It's fine, Happy Hogan, our head of security, made it out alright.

Spider-Man: Speaking of, where is he?

Otto: He's on the 23rd floor helping Doctor Connors with a personal request of his. (Deactivates the equipment on his back, causing the arms to shut down) Now, what can we do to assist you?

Spider-Man: Well, there's this place that Triple J is in that causes everyone's powers to dampen, including mine. Now, I'm pretty sure that could dampen out the Spot's powers, but I need something that could help me maintain a home-field advantage.

Otto: And sometimes, what someone needs is something much more superior than the other.

Max: Although, Black Holes are way out of our expertise.

Otto: Now, now, Maxwell, I'm sure we can work something out. After all, there are always challenges in life, and the only way to deal with a challenge is to face it, not simply turn away from it.

Spider-Man: I don't need to counteract the black holes! I just need something to help fight Spot.

Otto: And as I have said before, sometimes, one needs something superior to the other. Now, while Doctor Modell was correct about us being below our expertise on this situation, perhaps we can work out a way to improvise. Although, that may take time for us to figure it out...

Spider-Man: Well, perhaps what you need is another person with scientific expertise. (Gets everyone's attention) I mean, I'm not exactly expertise, but I know a thing or two about science, so I can give out suggestions for someone who can make black holes appear out of nowhere.

Otto: Well, the man can indeed create black holes, but based on what I saw, they don't last forever.

Spider-Man: So? What if we counteract them so how? Make the holes have a shorter lifespan? Like, Hawking's Theory?

Max: (Snaps his finger) Yeah! Yes, black holes are calculated to die at some point in time which means...

Otto: That all we have to do is find a way to kill the holes. (Turns to Spider-Man) You are smarter than Jameson can take you for!

Spider-Man: (Chuckled) Yeah, well... Looks can be deceiving.

Otto: I think I have just the thing that might help though. (Turns to Max) Maxwell, do you still have... That material we made together?

Max: That? Are you sure, Otto?

Otto: If this is our chance to help defend this city from some irresponsible nut evaporating the entire Planet, then perhaps we should consider it as a field run.

Spider-Man: What is, "It", exactly?

Otto: Oh, It is Pennywise the Clown. Haven't you noticed? (Waves his hand forward) Come. There is something we must show you.

The scientists guided Spider-Man over to a container as they set it onto a table after safely removing their equipment away to create space.

Spider-Man: (Tilts his head) So uh... I'm assuming it's not anything nuclear, is it?

Max: No, far from it. This is something we've picked up from this brilliant doctor on the field, Sajani Jaffrey.

Spider-Man: And what exactly did Sajani have that you were interested in?

As Otto opened the box, Spider-Man took a look inside to see a rare mineral that was as shiny as Cap's Shield as his eyes widened, seeing the familiar metal that he's only seen on documentaries.

Spider-Man: Whoa... (Pressed on the metal) Is that... Vibranium?

Otto: Not quite. Well, actually, I believe this would be considered as Artificial Vibranium.

Spider-Man: (Widened his eyes) Artificial? Are you telling me-?!

Otto: (Chuckled) Yes, yes... We have made our own Vibranium with our bare hands.

Max: But, we like to call it Reverbium, which is based on a sample of Vibranium that Sajani was more than willing to lend us.

Spider-Man: How did your guy, Sajani manage to catch a sample?

Otto: She, actually was on her way to Cairo when she apparently caught eyes on this, strange man that dressed like a Cat, or somewhere along the Feline family tree.

Max: Anyway, there was an unfortunate firefight going on where she was, and after the fight had ended, the bullets landed on the individual managed to drop samples of Vibranium from the impact.

Spider-Man: How bullets exactly?

Otto: She managed to pick up just the one, which was miraculously enough for us to create Reverbium. (Turns to his Arms sitting down on the floor) And that metal is the reason why my Arms are so unique in its design.

Spider-Man: Wow... You guys are extremely impressive with your work!

Otto: Well, give it enough time, and soon people who have lost a limb or two will be extra durable if they sadly have an accident. Not to mention that this will help save lives on a greater scale.

Spider-Man: Amazing! I'd love to talk-! (Gets a text from Fury through his Mask's optics) But, I'm kind of in a rush right now.

Max: That's fair enough. (Turns to Otto) Otto, please send a reasonable sample to him and send our guest on our way.

Otto: Of course. (Turns to Spider-Man) Well, thank you for the talk, Spider-Man. It was a good idea, pointing out Hawking's Theory.

Spider-Man: Well, I'm no genius, but I'd like to watch a documentary or two.

Otto: (Grabs a sample of Reverbium) I somehow doubt that. (Turns to Spider-Man, handing it to him) For some reason, odd enough, you almost remind me of one of our Interns.

Spider-Man: (Widened his eyes) What? Gosh, what a strange... (Chuckled nervously as he accepted the sample) What a strange coincidence, thanks for the Reverbium! I really appreciate it, Doc! (Turns to leave)

Otto: Wait, hold on. (Gets his attention) Why do this? Why go out like this in a Gung Ho fashion sense?

Spider-Man: Because... I just like helping people out. (Turns to Otto) What's your reason for helping me?

Otto: (Sighed) ...The Goblin. (Turns around) His presence at Wall Street gave us a wake-up call... It's apparent that the world is full of surprises with such gifts that some would misuse it for their own selfish intentions, like causing chaos. As you were familiar with from Halloween.

Spider-Man: (Nodded, cringing slightly) Yeah... All too well.

Otto: (Gives a deep breath) Well... You have your duties, and I have mine.

Spider-Man: Of course! Thanks again, Doc!

Spider-Man began to leave the area as Doctor Octavius watched him exit the building, scratching the back of his head while the Arms sitting on the floor suddenly made an uncomfortable twitch.

Elsewhere, at Oscorp, Norman was seen at the lab watching the news on the attack on Jonah when the Spot appeared right behind him, appearing from one of his many portals.

Norman: (Placed his hands behind his back) I see you have done quick work of the NYPD and Spider-Man. (Turns to the Spot) For that, you have not only impressed my partner, but you have impressed me.

Spot: (Stares from his faceless viewpoint) ...Jameson isn't dead yet.

Norman: No, but that was just a demonstration of your skillset. Now, people will be afraid, not daring to cross you in your path as you have done before, acquiring the Symbiote that you have so graciously gifted to me from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Spot: (Turns around, facing an ad of the Daily Bugle) S.H.I.E.L.D. is the reason why I can't get to him. They have come prepared after my last visit, I can't walk in there without losing my powers or getting swallowed up in one of my portals.

Norman: Do not fear, Jonathan. (Placed a hand on his shoulder) I have a little something that can take care of the dampening system.

Spot: (Turns to Norman) Like Fisk has done to me? Turning me into this... Monster?

Norman: (Sighs) Now, Jonathan, what did we talk about? (Stands behind him, placing another hand on his shoulder) It may have been my experiments that turned you into the man you are, but it was Jameson who left you behind, facing a consequence that should have been his own, not yours. But, now you have a chance to make him pay, to receive the justice that you rightly earn. Do you still want that?

Spot: (Turns to face Jameson... Hatred growing from within his loins) This something you spoke of... When can we begin?

Norman: Ah, so eager. (Chuckled as he walked away) Well... There's no time like the present, so why bother to wait?

Norman held out a button that caused the entirety of S.H.I.E.L.D. Central to blackout, taking everyone by surprise as Fury grabbed his gun in preparation.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent: The lights are out!

S.H.I.E.L.D. Soldier: Who turned them off?

S.H.I.E.L.D. Technician: Somebody alert the Director! The Dampeners have been shut down!

Fury: (Loads his weapon) Everyone to their positions!

As everyone prepared for the fight, Norman grinned as he turned to the Spot, eager for some chaos.

Norman: The security systems have all been shut down. You are free to do with Jameson as you sorely wish.

Spot nodded as he made a Black Hole inside of his office, walking through it as Norman watched the portal disappear, with the Green Goblin taking it's place while he sat on his desk.

Green Goblin: Oh, you sick bastard... HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Spider-Man was on his way to S.H.I.E.L.D. Central when he noticed the entry way inside was locked down, much to his dismay.

Spider-Man: (Contacts Fury) Uh, Fury? I can't get inside the building, what's going on?

Fury: He's here! The Spot, he somehow turned off the damn building!

Spider-Man: (Widened his eyes) What? Wait, is he here?!

Fury: Get to the 102nd level! That's the only place that isn't affected by the lockdown, move!

Spider-Man: (Nodded as he climbed up the wall) Okay, time for round 2!

He climbed high as Jameson was sitting on his chair nervously due to the sudden blackout of the building as he looked around in the dark, seeing that he was all alone with only himself to keep company... Until the Spot appeared from the shadows, lurking right behind him.

Spot: Did you think you could hide? (Startles Jonah, causing him to get out of his chair) Did you truly believe your S.H.I.E.L.D. would defend you from the death that awaits you?

Jameson: (Raises his hands up) Look, pal... I'm gonna be honest with you, I don't think they could even remotely pull this off. (Sees Spot approaching him) But, if they desperately want to prove it, now's their chance!

With that said, he ducked down as flashbangs lit the office, blinding Spot as S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, along with Coulson held their weapons high as they have set them to stun.

Coulson: Stand down! It's over!

Spot: (Growls as he covered his eyes) Like hell it is!

With that, he disappeared into the shadows once again as the agents looked around, trying to find their target. Then, one by one, they were all taken out as Spot appeared from portal to portal, throwing them against the wall, against a chair, a patio, table, whatever was blunt enough to crack bones as Coulson turned around to open fire, only to get held by the throat so Spot could throw him right out of the window.

As the glass shattered, Jameson looked up at the open sunlight where the agent was thrown out of as Spot turned around, facing the man he felt had wronged him dearly.

Spot: Time to face your punishment.

Spider-Man: Yo!

Spot turned around, only to get smacked in the face by Coulson's gun as he stumbled back, Spidey climbed up with Coulson hanging on the side of wall for his safety as the fight between him and the villain was renewed.

Spider-Man: That wasn't nice of you, what you did to that Agent back there!

Spot: (Turns to Spider-Man) Being nice, doesn't get you anywhere.

Jameson: What the hell have you been, you lazy, costumed-! (Gets a web in his mouth) MMM!

Spider-Man: Yo, kiddo! The adults are talking here!

As he made a quip, Spot disappeared into his portals again as Spider-Man leapt inside, looking around.

Spider-Man: Dammit, he did it again! (Looks around) Where is he?

That answered him with a punch in the gut as Spidey groaned out in pain, then received a kick on the side of his head as he was thrown to the floor, yowling from the surprise attacks, Spot appeared once again in the flesh, standing over him.

Spot: This is between me and Jameson. Last chance for you stay out of this.

Spider-Man: (Groans as he rubbed his neck) Thanks for the offer... (Stands up, raising his fists) But I tried that before, and it didn't end well.

Spot: Then, apparently it won't end well for you either.

Spot disappeared into the shadows as Spider-Man looked around, trying to find him as the dark had given him a tough time where Spot was making the portals.

Spider-Man: Crap. (Gets a slam kick to the back as he was knocked back against the wall) OW!

Spider-Man groaned as he tried getting up, only to get kicked in the stomach once again as he cried out from the beating he received, with Jameson being the only person baring witness behind his tied lips as Spot attacked from the dark.

Spot: Just so you know... You asked for this, not me.

Spider-Man: (Panted as he held his stomach) K... Karen?

Karen: Hang on! (Scans the room using Night Vision) You should be able to get a fighting chance now!

Spider-Man: (Sighs as he got up) You know... I wish you could have just mentioned this before.

As he concentrated, everything stilled as Spot appeared from the ceiling, his Senses have picked up just in time as Spider-Man flipped forward, picking up the sample he received from Horizon Labs as Spot attempted to go through another Portal, he threw it directly into the Black Hole.

As Spot made it through, the Portal suddenly bounced him right off as he was flung to the ceiling and dropped to the ground, having been dealt with a heavy card as Spidey quickly Web shooted at him, making him unable to escape as victory was at hand.

Spider-Man: (Exclaims cheerfully) There! Spotted ya!

Spot: (Tried to go through a Black Hole, only to have it not work for him) What... What have you done?!

Spider-Man: (Sighs) Ah, you know what I loved about Stephen Hawking? He had such a nice theory about Black Holes that, like all of us, they have a lifespan. And I just gave yours a much shorter lifespan than even you can't walk into because the holes are now completely void to you.

Spot: (Growls from the webs) DAMN YOU!

Spider-Man: (Sighs in relief as he turned to Jonah) So... Uh, problem solved! Happy?

Jameson: (Rips the web off of his mouth) How dare you, shutting me up like that?! I have 1st amendment rights, you know!

Spider-Man: (Groans as he scratched his head) Of course, your thanks are highly noted.

After the building was released from the lockdown, Spot was exiting S.H.I.E.L.D. Central in cuffs as prison guards escorted him into a van that's awaiting his arrival at the Raft as Jonah was seen criticizing Coulson for his "Lack" of performance, Spider-Man was seen from above, watching everything unfold as Fury contacted him from his comlink.

Fury: You did a good job. That trip to Horizon Labs sure did work out great.

Spider-Man: Yeah, well you have them to thank. Doctor Octavius and Doctor Modell are the reason we managed to beat him.

Fury: Well, I'll be sure to offer my thanks at some point. For now, you're finished off for today. I'm letting you go for now.

Spider-Man: Great! Uh, does this mean that Jonah's-!

Fury: Please, if I know Jameson, he's going to go back to his studio talking shit about you as much as he's talking shit about us all day long!

Spider-Man: (Turns around, pacing) Well, that's not fair! We saved his life back there.

Fury: Well, some people are just unable to appreciate what's been given to them. But deep down, he knows that you were the one that saved his ass, not the other way around. That's what counts.

Spider-Man: If you say so. For now, I'm gonna go back to school.

Fury: Yeah, about that... You should check the time.

Spider-Man: Why? What do you-? (Checked his iPhone) Oh... Damn! I used the entire school day being Spider-Man today!

Fury: If it helps, Drew's got you covered. Now go grab a bite or something, act like what all the kids your age do, spend some free time. You earned it.

Spider-Man: (Sighs) Cool. (Turns to jump off) Thanks, Fury.

As he started swinging his way out of the area, he got a call from Liz as he made his way over to the United Nations building.

Spider-Man: (Answered the call) Hey, Liz!

Liz: Hey, I heard about what happened. Everything turn out okay?

Spider-Man: Yeah! Yeah, it did! I got a beating of course, but I'll be fine! (Lands on a skyline) What about you? How are you feeling?

Liz: Fine. I just needed the day off, just to consider some things.

Spider-Man: What things? Are you doing okay?

Liz: Uh, yeah! Of course, it's nothing too serious. Look, before you go, Harry and MJ invited you to a club tonight, if you're interested.

Spider-Man: Cool! Are you joining?

Liz: Uh, nope. I'm just gonna spend the rest of the evening at Central.

Spider-Man: Alright, that's cool. Look, we're there for you when you need anything, okay?

Liz: (Nodded) Got it, see you tomorrow at school.

Spider-Man: You too! Bye!

The call ended as Liz sighed, putting her phone away as she entered the subway car, sitting down on her seat while Jessica sat on the opposite, acting casual as the two of them faced separate directions.

Jessica: Well... Are you ready to talk?

Liz: (Nodded) Yeah... What was this, deal that you wanted me to speak about?

Later at night, Peter arrived at the Deep End as Clockwork by Hyper was played throughout the club, everyone attending greeted Parker personally as Harry approached him.

Harry: There you are, Parker! Get over here!

Peter: (Walks with Harry) Hey! Where is everybody!

Harry: Oh, upstairs in the VIP section. I got us all VIP tickets, so we have the floor to ourselves!

Peter: That's awesome! But, this doesn't involve us drinking alcoholic beverages, right? We're technically both underage.

Harry: Yeah, don't say that out loud, first off! I don't want anybody kicking us out based on our age. And secondly, everybody's being served non-alcoholics, so all they're doing is just dancing, nothing else.

Peter: How can you be sure?

Harry: Because I double paid the owner to make everything non-alcoholic for this night. Everyone may think it's liquor, but all they're being served with are ingredients that don't drain out your own brain cells. (Grabs a glass of mint Julep, handing it to Peter) Now, come on, let's enjoy each other! You and I have don't hang out as often as we wanted to anymore, and I'd like this to be the one night we get the chance to, yeah?

Peter: (Nodded) Yeah, I'd like that!

Harry: Cool!

The two entered the stairs as MJ, Gwen, Gloria, and Ned waited for them near the dance floor, facing them in excitement.

MJ: (Turns to Harry and Peter) Everybody, look! It's one of everyone's favorite fan-shipping, give it up for this lovely couple!

Peter: (Groans) MJ, seriously?!

Harry: (Laughed hysterically) Come on, what the hell?! You know I have my eyes set for you!

MJ: (Smiles) I'm only making fun of you two, it's nothing serious! (Pulls her Boyfriend's arm over) Now come here, party boy, you owe me a dance!

Harry: Oh? Alright then!

The two went dancing as Peter joined up with the rest of his friends.

Gwen: (Smiled) Peter, you showed up!

Ned: Thank god, we thought you were out cosplaying again!

Peter: Yeah, well I've scoured the neighborhood for a while, and I thought I might call it a night!

Gloria: Fantastic! Because you and I need to talk!

Peter: (Raises a brow) Really?

Gloria: Yeah, no messing around. (Turns to Gwen while pulling on Peter's arm) Gwen, I'm stealing your Boyfriend for a moment, we'll be right back!

Gwen: (Nodded) Okay!

Ned: (Turns to Gwen) Oh my god...

Gwen: (Raises a brow) What? What's up?

Ned: (Turns to Gwen) Have you and Peter made out yet?

Gwen: (Widened her eyes) No! No, of course! (Lowered her head, contemplating it) ...Oh my god. (Turns to Ned) We haven't kissed yet!

Ned: Do you want to right now?

Gwen: Well, not right now!

Ned: Why not?

Gwen: Because it would be extremely random! We haven't even had a moment yet!

Ned: Oh! (Smiles) So, you admit that you like, like, Peter then!

Gwen: What... (Lowered a brow) Dude... Did you just trick me right there?

Ned: Hey, I just gotta be sure, you know-!

Gwen: (Turns to a lady) Hey! This guy wants to kiss you and all the ladies in the club! You should probably pass the message around.

Party girl: (Turns to Ned, seeing him as a total stranger) Uh, yeah! With pleasure!

Ned: No, wait! (Groans as he turned to Gwen) Seriously?!

Gwen: What can I say? Karma's a B.

As Ned complained, Peter and Gloria turned to a quiet spot on the bar as they got some time to spare with each other.

Peter: Hey, what did you want to talk about.

Gloria: (Bit her lips) ...Last night... You sacrificed your identity because of me. Because Adrian Toomes caught me and Ned.

Peter: (Sighs) Gloria-!

Gloria: Hey, before you interrupt me, let me finish! Look, I was going through something today, I didn't realize it before, but after some time thinking it over... I just want to say thank you. I haven't gotten the chance before, so I wanted to do it now. What you did back there... It was beyond selfless, and I... (Scoffed lightly) I wouldn't think of anyone else to have my back when I need it the most.

Peter: (Nodded) Oh, yeah! Yeah, of course, anytime!

Gloria: (Smiled as she sighed, turning around) So... Where's our final member?

Peter: What do you mean?

Gloria: Harry and MJ told us that there's someone else that's joining us, like one last person that goes to our school.

Peter: Oh god, don't tell me it's Flash!

Gloria: Thank god, it isn't! No, I don't know who, it's kind of...

Her eyes peered to the stairs, seeing Randy Robertson walking up the VIP section as her expression widened in shock.

Gloria: Randy?

Peter: (Turns around, seeing Randy) Randy!

Randy: (Turns around, seeing Peter and Gloria) Yo, Einstein!

Peter: (Walks over to Robertson) Hey, how's it going?

Randy: Great! Yeah, my Dad's boss survived an attack, so it's pretty good!

Peter: (Nodded) Well, I'm glad that turned out okay!

Gloria: (Walks over to Randy) Of all the people that they invited, I never expected you to be on their Maybe list.

Randy: Yeah, I was a little hesitant to come here since this is kind of one of those places where only adults hang out in.

Gloria: That's why I never thought you'd come here.

Randy: Well, you know, since MJ told me that everything would be Non-Alcoholic, I thought I'd give this place a try, you know?

Gloria: (Nodded) Awesome.

Server: (Turns to the three) What will you be having?

Gloria/Randy: (Turns to the Server) Mint Julep!

Both of them blinked, having repeated each other's orders as they stared at each other in surprise.

Gloria: (Laughed) I'm sorry! You go first!

Randy: (Chuckled) Uh, no! No, you go first!

Gloria: Oh, don't be shy! You go first!

Randy: Nah, my Dad always told me that ladies go first when they order.

Gloria: Please, you're so freaking modest!

Peter: (Blinked as he watched the two's very odd chemistry) Right... I'm gonna go find Gwen now. You guys have fun!

The two began to share a moment together after Parker had left as Randy and Gloria turned to face each other after their server confirmed their order.

Gloria: So... Mint Julep, huh?

Randy: Yeah! Yeah, I've had one during one of my trips to Walt Disney World, it's has a very interesting flavor.

Gloria: (Raises a brow) Really?

Randy: Yeah.

Gloria: Awesome! Well, Gwen recommended this to me, so this is like my first time trying it out.

Randy: Oh, you're gonna love it, it tastes great!

Gloria: How so?

Randy: Well, judging from the club's flavor, I'm really, really hoping it tastes like mint.

Gloria: Oh, that's great! That's great because mint's kind of like my favorite dessert.

Randy: really?

Gloria: Yeah! Mint Chocolate, Mint Cinnamon, Mint Candy, I'm just a very minty person.

Randy: Oh my god!

Gloria: What?

Randy: That's what Flash called me whenever I try strawberry mint lemonade!

Gloria: Wow, that's crazy!

Randy: I know, right?

The two laughed together as they got their drinks, smiling as their eyes gazed upon each other with such great intimate interest.

Gloria: (Smiled) ...So, do you wanna dance?

Randy: (Smiled nervously) Uh... Yeah! Yeah, of course.

Gloria: Do you know how?

Randy: (Bit his lips) Uh... Not really.

Gloria: Oh, well come with me, Rando! 'Cause you're bound to learn some moves! Come on!

The two engaged with each other as Peter and Gwen found each other in the crowd.

Gwen: So that was what was wrong with Gloria?

Peter: Yeah, apparently she felt bad for not thanking me earlier, but she's feeling pretty good now.

Gwen: That's great! Because I noticed something was off with her, but I'm really happy she's doing okay.

Peter: (Placed his hands in his pockets) Hey, I missed out on the entire school day today, what did I miss?

Gwen: Ah, nothing much, other than Math Homework and such.

Peter: Oh god, when's that due?

Gwen: Not tomorrow, that's for sure! Look, just go find Mr. Gonzalez, and he'll help out!

Peter: Thanks! Anything else?

Gwen: No... Other than a kiss.

Peter: (Blinked) W-What?

Gwen: (Blinked, before scoffing) Shit, I'm sorry! It was something that Ned asked me!

Peter: What? What did he ask?

Gwen: Well, he asked that if we kissed yet.

Peter: (Widened his eyes) Really?

Gwen: Yeah! Yeah, it was crazy as hell! Not to mention weird that he'd ask that.

Peter: I meant, that you and I haven't... You know...

Gwen: (Turns to Peter) Well... Not yet.

Peter: Not yet?

Gwen: Yeah, because it'd be weird if we did it now.

Peter: Oh, yeah! Of course! I mean, "Well, hello!"

Gwen: (Smiled) Yeah, right?

Peter: Yeah, I understand, that would just be extremely random!

Gwen: Of course, random!

Peter: Random!

The both of them laughed at the thought... Then their hands both held each other in sync as they took notice... Then they turned to face each other as their eyes gazed upon one another.

Peter: (Looks at Gwen) ...Would it... Be random, though?

Gwen: (Looks at Peter) ...I... Maybe...

Ned: KISS! (Gets both of their attention as he widened his eyes) Uh... God, I ruined the moment, didn't I?

Peter: (Dropped his hands together) Dude!

Gwen: What the hell!

Ned: Ugh, sorry! Sorry, my bad!

Gwen: Dammit! (Turns to Peter) Okay, do you wanna dance?

Peter: Yeah, let's dance!

Gwen: Okay, you Adorable Idiot! Let's see your moves!

Everyone attending began to dance while Ned was left with absolutely no one for the night.

Ned: Guys? Hey, I'd like to dance too! Guys? (Turns to a girl) Hey, would you like to dance-? (Sees her walking away) No? Oh... Okay.

Later, at the Daily Bugle, Jameson was preparing for his show when Robbie arrived at his office.

Robbie: Hey, Jonah! Feeling okay?

Jameson: (Nodded) Yes, of course I am!

Robbie: Alright, because you were recently attacked by an Enhanced, so if you want-?

Jameson: Robbie, not fulfilling the role as a newsman is like giving into terrorism! What's done is done, and all I want to do is just do my job as anyone else would want to, just as you would want to!

Robbie: (Nodded) Of course. (Turns around) Whenever you're ready, Jonah.

Jameson: I'll let you know very soon!

He sighed as he sat on his desk... Peering onto his laptop, he gazed on a picture of Jonathan Ohnn's Oscorp ID badge on a screenshot of Oscorp's personal website. Then when he started to get into the official website, he finds Ohnn's name no longer imprinted on the website as the thought of what Norman said to him occurred into his brain.

Norman: I see every face I have ever seen, and sometimes, there are names and faces that I can't just seem to remember. But as a man of your own company, I'm certain that you understand that all too well.

Cameraman: (Knocks on his door) We're ready when you are, sir.

Jameson: (Nodded as he closed his laptop) Of course. Let's get started.

He started tidying himself up, still being troubled about what Norman is up to exactly.

Back in Oscorp however, Norman was seen at his desk watching the news while the Goblin paced behind him.

Green Goblin: Well, he's not dead. Too bad, I wanted to see what his brain looked like when splattered on the pavement.

Norman: (Leaned forward, lowering his brow) What's the point?

Green Goblin: (Turns around, raising a brow) What?

Norman: (Turns to Goblin) What are we even doing? All we're doing is causing property damage and public assault, we're not even accomplishing anything with these experiments.

Green Goblin: Because, Normie, the point to all of it is to have FUN! You and I are both trolls, remember? This entire Island is practically our own personal Social Media Platform where we reign down hell from above!

Norman: Well, if someone decides to investigate us, then we'll be having absolutely no fun when both of us are stuck in Ryker's Penitentiary. Or worse, the Raft.

Green Goblin: Oh, come on, don't despair! No one just sees how fun the mayhem is from our personal point of view, that's all! We just have to convince them otherwise...

Norman: (Stands up) What's your suggestion?

Green Goblin: (Sighs) Well... If they don't see how pretty the madness is... Why not let them see it for themselves? (Points at Norman) After all, you've felt how free you've become! What about all the poor denizens of this City? Just waiting for the right moment to snap? Think about it, we could become our own kingdom! Our own Country!

Norman: (Nodded, facing the window) Our own... Nation... (Looks up) A Goblin Nation...

Green Goblin: (Widened his eyes) ...Yes... I love the sound of that...

The Goblin began to laugh hysterically, falling onto his back as Norman continued to stare out into the abyss... Eventually making his lips curve a nasty smile, joining his other in their cries of madness.

Hey everybody, sorry for putting you through this two-month hiatus! I've been suffering some loss of focus ever since the lockdown happened, but now I'm back to typing in some storytelling!

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