Peter cursed as he swung in between the buildings, his shoulders and entire upper body burning terribly as he tried to get away from the police. They were quite determined to catch him and it seemed like they were waiting on every corner, waiting for him to pass by before turning on their sirens and taking over the chase.

"God," Peter cringed as he could hear the approaching helicopter," they are determined this time." It had been a few weeks since Martinez and Hendrickson told him the news. And it had been a stressful few weeks. Along with him juggling his life, he had to perform his hero duties while evading the police. At first it was easy, they had somehow forgotten just how slippery he could be when he wanted to. So, the first week was great, he even had fun teasing the officers as he left. The second week, was…not so great, to say the least. Some of the reluctant officers weren't so reluctant anymore, and by then, he was lucky to get away from bruises from only his fight. Now, he was lucky to get away at all, with grazes from wounds as a minimum. Like he said, they were determined.

"Spidey!" Peter noticed the guy who was half way out his window that was high enough to make him fall to his death. "In here!" Peter felt like he was that guy from the vine saying" I won't hesitate bitch". Because he really did not hesitate from dive bombing into the window, pulling the guy into the window with him before slamming the window shut and closing the blinds.

"ok," Peter leaned against the wall, panting heavily," now what?" Peter looked at the other occupants of the room. Realizing that he was in a room full of hardcore thugs who looks like they come from the Mexican motherland. Which normally would have been much scarier, if they weren't knitting scarfs?

"I, uh…" he tilted his head in confusion "Am I intruding on something?" the tallest and most intimating guy stood up, setting down the delicate royal blue scarf that his gigantic hands was somehow weaving together.

"No," he got closer in an intimating way, "But we gotta hide you."

"wait!" Peter yelped as the guy grabbed his arm with a surprisingly gently grip and led him over to the others, while they moved stuff around, and pulled back a rug to show a small hiding place underneath the floor boards. Peter stopped them and looked up at them.

"That looks like somewhere people would hide drugs and other illegal stuff."

"Do you want to get arrested or do you want to hide and not go to jail?" Peter practically jumped into the floor.

"Looks like I'm going to be an illegal object for today." He laid down in the floor, grateful that he was somewhat small for a man and that this space was obviously used to hide something more than 180 pounds. And within a few seconds, it was pitch black and there were some Mexican thugs (He wasn't even sure about that anymore) above him, knitting scarves for some odd reason.

"So, I kinda want to know something?" it was quiet above him, and he wasn't sure if they could even hear him.

"Yes, we used to be drug dealers, no, we stopped that a while ago and now, we're making some sweaters for some penguins."

"Ah, ok…are penguins are cute in sweaters?"

"Yeah, now shut up."

"Shutting up." Peter laid down there for a while, taking notice of the way someone knocked on the door and how some extra pairs of footsteps came into the room before quickly leaving and moving onto the next room. He was there for a while before he could hear everything being taken off of the hiding place before he squinted his eyes as the light attacked his eyes.

"Alright Spidey, they're gone, you better leave before they decide to double back on everything. Peter let himself be hauled up out of the hidey hole.

"Thanks, you guys, I really appreciate this." The biggest guy out of them smiled.

"Call us even, you saved my youngest from being raped. Now go," he practically pushed him out the window," Hurry and go you idiot." Peter didn't even get a chance to thank him, only to give them a nod of his head before getting another push.

He was happy that what goes around, comes around.