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The air was wet with an autumn breeze. A faint fog overlapped the grassy plains that stretched to the horizon. Engines roared and propellers spiraled at staggering speeds. The exhausts spit flames and cracked like gun shots on a firing range.

A cylinder misfired and cracked several decibels above the other engines.

Peter's eyes shot opened and jerked upright. A malfunctioning power-plant was a good alarm clock. It didn't take long for Peter's cognitive senses to take in his surroundings. He didn't know how or when but he found himself on a modest cot in the middle of a large drab tent. The canvas was thin enough that the sun's light pierced through the wall. Big black letters were situated around the tent's opened entrance, 'U.S. Army'. In a spat of misplaced optimism, Peter assumed that by some miracle he had returned home. All of the G.I designations must mean that he was being quarantined on a military sight for observation. He nearly jumped to his feet at the prospect. His injuries from Beifong's failed sting operation were gone. There wasn't a bandage or splint on him. In fact, there wasn't a scratch on him.

It was at this point that Parker started to come to his senses. He couldn't remember where he was before but he recalled beating the Slayers handed him. Peter gave himself a once over and more questioned arose. He was wearing Army Air Service maintenance overalls with the sleeves casually tied around his waist like he worn them a hundred times over. A simple grey short sleeve shirt and work boots finished his ensemble. He had a good idea what was going on now. He got to his feet and made his way to the tent's entrance and reached for the canvas. Peter took a deep breath and pulled.

What Parker saw was a normal routine for a typical airfield. Crew Chiefs took inventory of ammunition and fuel. Mechanics looked over their assigned aircrafts replacing faulty components and tinkering with the engines and landing gear. Pilot's inspected their planes and conversed with friends. It's was all normal except for the fact that no one was there. At least no one occupied their clothing. It was like ghost walked the Earth. Peter wasn't frightened by the ghastly sight at all. He was more annoyed more than anything. His groan was audible and was overflowing with pessimism. His hopes weren't just dashed, they were ripped the shreds before his eyes.

"Give me a freaking break." He pleaded with his circumstances.

Despite all this he did find some silver lining. At least he didn't run the risk of losing control and do something he couldn't take back.

Unbeknownst to Peter, the clouds shifted as thoughts of guilt and regret entered his mind. Clear skies gave way to a slight grey overcast. It went unnoticed by Peter. Between a giant coy monster laying waste to an entire naval battle group and ancient cities, a slight change in the weather was beyond tame.

Wallowing in the dreamscape wasn't getting him anywhere fast so he chose to embrace the madness and trek through the air field. His presence didn't disturb the ghostly figures at all. They just continued through there day without fuss. The others didn't even react to the blearing differences between the dreamer and the figments. A few of them extended a few common courtesies and wished him a 'good morning' or 'how's it going'. He did the same but mostly kept to himself.

Peter wasn't one for the metaphysical side of things but took a stab at it anyways. 'Bunch of empty suits in a field, sounds like a joke without a punch line.'

He continued through the base for what seemed like forever. The land was just a flat grassy plain. Aside from the tents and facilities it was just grass and a few mud spots here and there. There were no trees or hills to impede an aircraft's takeoff or landing. He wished he had a straight level with him. The ground felt slate flat and he wanted to confirm this.

"Hey you Parker!?" An empty suit finally spoke to him directly and stopped his aimless wondering.

Peter didn't know if the empty suit was an officer or enlisted air servicemen. He had a few rank patches on his shoulders but it's been ages since his uncle explained their meaning to him. Honestly it didn't matter. He could be Black Jack Pershing for all he knew.

"Who's asking?"

The suit got annoyed. At least Peter thought he was. There wasn't anything to go on. "You deaf son, I asked you a question!"

"Don't blow your top that's me. What do you want?" Peter tried his hardest to overlook the absurdity of the exchange and took a closer look at his uniform. There wasn't much else to go on. It tried to look clean cut but the amenities wouldn't allow it. Peter did catch a name plate on its shirt. 'Turner'.

Turner didn't waste any more time and got down to business. "Old man want's a word with you." Turner raised his sleeve and 'pointed' his cuff to the south. "Just head over there, he's in the third tent to the left."

"Where are you pointing?" Peter was dumbfounded by Turner's gesture.

"So you're blind now! Look just go where I told you. Get going, he isn't a man you want to keep waiting."

"Old guy, big tent to the left, got it. Don't get your panties in a wad." Peter repeated Turner's directions and insulted him in the same breath.

The suit walked off in a huff and threw up his hands for good measure. "You're lucky I got places to be you jerk, otherwise I'd knock that head off your shoulders."

"At least I got one jackass." Peter mumbled. Things were crazy enough without him getting in a fist fight with a ghost. So he shook off the spat and made his way to said tent.

If these strange dreams taught Peter anything, it was to just go with it until he woke up. He had enough on his plate when he was conscious. It was better to play along than to fight it. Parker did as he was told and he arrived at the aforementioned tent without a problem. Anything could be lying in wait for him. A dragon could pop out and try to maw for all he knows.

He took a deep breath. "Here goes…"

If Parker saw a plate of corn beef hash arguing with a stack of pancakes over who ruled the dining room table wouldn't surprise him at this point. He made a mental note to ask Aunt May if schizophrenia ran in the family.

What he saw was tamer than he expected. There were two parties entrenched in a bitter game of wits. A familiar face was playing with an unfamiliar pilot. The fly boy was different from the others. He was fully tangible for starters. His hair was a mix of brown and white at the temples. The older man was in stark contrast from the other. He wore free flowing robes instead of stiff and standardized garb of the GIs. His long hair and beard would never pass any of the military's grooming standards. Oddly enough, Peter recognized the old man.

"I've seen you before?" Peter thought out loud.

The old man turned his attention away from the game and towards Peter. He smiled. "Ah Peter you made it. Come in, we have much to discuss."

The aviator turned and revealed himself. "Are you going to grab a chair or are you going to stand there and gawk at us all day? Relax kiddo, take a load off."

Whoever constructed these dreams either had a sick sense of humor or is incredibly mean spirited. His features were different but there wasn't a doubt in Peter's mind. Ben Parker was sitting in front of him. He looked twenty years younger than Peter remembered him. He was the spitting image of himself during the Great War. It had looked like he stepped out of one of his old photo he kept in the attic.

Peter did as he was told and grabbed a seat between the two. The old man stroked his beard while Ben pulled out a pack of cigarettes, each one of them contemplating their next move. He sat and digested the situation for a moment. The game board caught his eye. It was the Pai-Sho board from before. He sighed. These little adventures in dreamscape were getting predictable.

"All right I'll bite. Why am I here, why are you here, and what's the deal with the funhouse brigade outside?" Peter went straight to business. These interventions had lost their novelty long ago.

The two hosts took their attention off their game and on Peter's quandary. They regarded each other before reaching an unspoken consensus.

"Your nephew isn't one for patience, is he? I thought a relaxing game and some refreshments would ease his nerves." The old man confessed.

Ben put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it. He let out a puff of smoke. "Yeah, he gets it from his old man. Rich' wasn't much for waiting either."

They were talking around him. It felt like he was talking to the twins again. Peter was about to let Ben and his new friend exactly how he felt about that.

Ben held up his hand and stopped the tongue lashing in its tracks. He knew his nephew well. "Hold your horses kiddo, we're getting to that."

Peter leaned back in his seat. "I'm all ears Ben"

Ben caught his verbal jab. He didn't blame him. Pete's been through hell and he needed a hand. He'd do it for him if he could but all Ben could do was point towards the exit. "Where do I start?"

The old man sat quietly observing the two. He would step in when needed. He was the third wheel but he was fine with that.

"How's about the easy stuff. Why is there a ghost army walking around outside?" Peter was anxious for answers in regards to his predicaments but his head was still screwed on straight. Badgering the two would get him nowhere. He didn't want to turn this into an interrogation.

The two men were quiet up until the tea addict started to chuckle. Ben only shook his head at the inside joke.

"Iroh can explain that better than me." Ben took in a drag and gave him the floor.

"Huh-huh, my apologies Peter, please don't take offense. This world has many odd qualities to it and it can get…challenging to understand. You see this place can reflect many things and materialize ideas or memories. The possibilities are endless here. In fact, I just happened upon your uncle. I wasn't seeking him out in any form or fashion. While there isn't a definitive answer, I believe we met because we both had a desire to help you through your dilemma and came across each other as a result. We've been awaiting your arrival for some time actually. And during that time this camp had formed from Ben's memories." Iroh handed things off to Ben.

Ben flicked what remained of his cigarette and took the reins. "We start trading war stories and out came the air field where I was stationed."

The concept was wild but Peter did get the gist of things. "I don't remember stories of you flying with ghosts."

"Well I was telling our mutual acquaintance here how we felt like empty suits after a while. Life expectancy for a pilot back then wasn't too high, for any branch really. Time goes by and new pilots come in to replace the unlucky ones. By that point we didn't even bother remembering names and faces. We all felt like nothing but nameplates and uniforms. This fun house catches wind of that and well you can figure out the rest." Ben concluded.

Peter only stared at his uncle's doppelgänger with a confused look.

Ben knew what he was thinking. "Yeah, I know. I don't get this stuff much more than you do."

"I've been studying the spiritual plane for most of my adult life and I only uncovered a fraction of its meaning, if it's any consolation." Iroh tried to console Peter the best he could.

"Thanks but it's not much." Peter fumed.

Iroh just sighed and moved a game piece. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Peter brushed the side topic aside and focused his energies to more pressing matters. "Let's say I believe every word you told me. You waited for me to arrive in light of a traumatic event, or however I wind up here. So I don't have to get you up to speed?"

"You'd be correct." Ben validated his theory.

Iroh simply nodded and sipped his tea.

"Good, then I won't beat around the bush." Peter leaned closer. "What the hell was that (thing/voice) clawing around in my head and how did it take control?"

Peter was literally on the edge of his seat for the answer. He put considerable effort to try to sound flat and business like. His fears betrayed the façade. Just thinking what he did to those police officers left him unnerved.

The old man paused to finish his drink. "When faced with a difficult enigma, it is wise to form an answer of your own.

Peter didn't hide his disappointment with the vague response. He asked for answers but got a riddle. Where they jerking around with him? "Was that supposed to be a joke Eeroh, or were you trying to make a point?"

The chide remark didn't damper Iroh's mood in the slightest. He was fare beyond such disparagement. He simply took a breath and tried again.

"Iroh." He corrected. "I was advising you to use the empirical evidence from your experiences with this presence and compare it to measurable factors so you can find the answer you seek."

Iroh's revised answer stunned Peter. He wasn't a stranger to such verbiage but he never thought he'd hear it from a guy in robes. He put some thought into Iroh's words and found an answer he didn't want. "You don't know anything about this thing do you…"

"Not necessarily. I know very little of this 'voice' that's been plaguing you. I've been on this plane for a relatively short period compared to the others. Unfortunately I could only gather scraps of information." Iroh told the bewildered hero.

Peter couldn't hide his frustration. He was at another dead end. "Something's better than nothing I guess. What do you got?"

"As I said very little is known about the spirit. His name has been long forgotten. Some believe he wanted it that way, other's say he was banished. I'm afraid that's all I know." For the first time, Iroh looked concerned. He thought he'd left such feelings in the physical world.

A chill ran up Peter's neck. Iroh's information along with his sudden mood change was disturbing. What was he dealing with? A nervous chuckle came out of nowhere. He remembered where he was. This was just a dream, nothing more.

"You almost had me Iroh. A big bad spirit's the culprit huh? I'll just drop by the Vatican and I'll be as right as rain right." His chuckle turned to laughter while his knees started to shake.

Ben and Iroh sat in silence. They didn't find the joke very funny.

Iroh shook his head. He didn't have time to convince Peter about spirits and the mystical aspects of his surroundings. His only option was to help Peter on his terms for now but it would be in his best interests to keep an open mind for the trials ahead. No, that was a matter he wasn't qualified to solve. "Let's move on. What information do you have? You have firsthand experience after all."

Peter stopped laughing and recalled the surreal string of events. "I've been trying to do that since I woke up that day. I haven't come up with anything useful."

"Well now you got us. Three heads are better than one right. Let us have a crack at it." Ben encouraged.

"Alright, I think this 'spirit' is a mental manifestation or side effect from my powers. It might be anything from its neurotoxin messing with my brain chemistry to a simple mental strain from my time as Spider-Man. This 'spirit' emerges in extreme situations and subsides when it's over." Peter fumbled trying to put words to his analysis. He was far cry from a psychiatric professional. The science bored him to tears if he was being honest.

"Now what part of that doesn't add up?" Ben instructed him.

That part came easy to Peter. "The timing, that part's just bugging the hell out of me." He folded his arms. "It doesn't make sense. Why did this condition start now of all times? Where was the voice when Vulture was trying to rip my guts out?"

The discrepancy caught the two off guard. Peter dropped a million dollar question on their door step. He's been wearing the mask for a while now and there were many situations what should have triggered his new condition. The severity of said situations was called into question. Sneaking around a giant, marble headed, demigod in a nebulous void was more stress inducing than fighting some paramilitary trying to capture him.

Ben folded his arms and pondered Peter's words. "That's a head scratcher alright."

Iroh wasn't much help either. He never heard of such a thing happening. Few spirits meddled in human affairs and the ones that did usually kept to themselves unless provoked. Was Peter more susceptible to them than others? There was an abundance of questions to the source of his predicament. He heard stories of spirits plaguing humans in the past, and vice versa. But in Peter's case, he never heard of a spirit being this intimate with humans in the past. "I've never heard of such a thing happening to someone before Peter. I do have some friends who maybe know more but…"

Peter let out a low condescending laugh. "That's it huh? That's all I get from the sage tea swilling old man and my 'maybe' uncle. Not sure my head's screwed on too tight now."

Peter didn't bother masking his discontent. He needed answers and a way to beat this thing. A psychotic little voice in his head could take control whenever it wanted and all the help he got was useless rhetoric. He faced an enemy he couldn't see or touch. It could come in whenever it wanted and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. He trembled with quiet rage. This dialog was a waste of time.

"I underestimated your problem. What you're dealing with is something new and unheard of. I'm afraid the answers you seek must be found on your own." Iroh felt for Peter but he didn't sugar coat things. He studied spirits before but he had never heard of one acting in such a way. It acts like a dark spirit but why would it associate with Peter? He was a hero who stuck his neck out for anyone in need. It was impossible to pinpoint the motive or cause in such a short time. He would have to look deeper and branch out to his peers for any useful information.

Ben sat quietly seething with his nephew's attitude. His hands were balled up and white knuckled. Peter picked up on one of Richard's bad habits. He was always pulling his brother off some punk who ran his mouth too much. Rich' always jumped the gun and lost his cool when it was in his best interests not to. Sometimes he listened to Ben but other times he needed physical interventions before succumbing to reason. In Peter's case, he would let this fit of pessimism pass so he could get it out of his system. Especially in light of such a harrowing string of events.

"I'm on my own huh, figures. All the wise men can do is tell me what I already know and some stupid ghost story!" Peter was on the verge of shouting. He was at his wit's end with his problem. He even tried to talk to hallucinations for a solution. All of his efforts were in vain. He was done being cordial and was past the point of caring.

The sky's shifted from light blue to a dreary overcast in an instant. Winds started to pick while rain drops began to drop.

"Peter I know you're upset, you have every right to be. I'm sorry we weren't much help in your time of need. When dealing with spirits it is better to understand then to confront." Iroh moved quickly squelch his tirade. This wasn't a good space to get upset.

The mention of Spirits erased the shred of civility Peter had left. "WILL YOU KNOCK IT OFF WITH THIS SPIRIT GARBAGE! He yelled at the top of his lungs. His fist slammed the make shift table and scattered the Pi-sho board. Its pieces were scattered across the tent. Had he been in the real world, that table would've been splinters. But that fact was glossed over entirely, Peter was too angry pick this up. The robed man's ludicrous words were on his mind at the moment.

The winds blew harder now. The sky went from grey to black as terrifying storm clouds ripped across the horizon. Red lightning danced and thunder rumbled through to the very ground. The ghostly servicemen weren't immune to the strange effects. The suits gained twisted human frames and deformed faces. Crimson eyes adorned the abominations. Their bodies contorted in ways that betrayed basic human biology. Arms and legs twisted the wrong way while their heads bent in to impossible angles.

"Whatever this thing is I'm not going to beat it with 'understanding'! I just want it gone!" Peter collapsed in his chair; his tirade took the wind out of him. "Don't you get it, this thing almost killed somebody. I almost killed a police officer. I…I can still feel his windpipe collapsing in my hand…his neck breaking…" He couldn't finish the thought and just regarded his right hand. It was clear that his wounds weren't just skin deep. He regained some composure and turned to Iroh. "The last thing I need right now is some hyperbole about some ghost possessing me." His tone was even now but had an iron gaze on Iroh.

Iroh wasn't shaken by Peter's outburst or the now hectic surroundings. The young man's fears were clouding his judgment and closed his mind. Peter's disbelief of anything spiritual was turning into a liability. Iroh had no idea why he held fast to this stance with his experiences. "Peter I don't know what to tell you. There are…"

"You don't have to tell him anything." The unusually quiet pilot interrupted his Pai Sho partner. Both sets of eyes were trained on him. He was sporting a scowl that put Peter's to shame. He leaned closer and locked eyes with his nephew. "You're getting too old for temper tantrums Pete."

"I got a monkey on my back telling me to kill cops. That sort of thing doesn't have an age cap." Peter lowered his voice. He couldn't bring himself to yell at the man. Years of mental conditioning saw to that.

"We may not know a whole lot about this thing but I know you're not beating it panicking and shouting like a lunatic." Ben didn't waste any more time coddling Peter.

Iroh let out a sigh and planted himself on the sidelines. He wouldn't speak unless spoken to. If there was anyone who could get through to Peter, it was the man who helped raise him. The old dragon wouldn't dare interrupt this delicate process.

"Is this the part where you tell me to straighten up and fly right? That always worked when Aunt May caught me up past bedtime." Peter's words were caked with sarcasm. This wasn't the first time he was reprimanded by his uncle, alleged uncle.

Ben's gut bubbled with anger. He paused and let it subside. Otherwise the talk would turn into a shouting match. "No, I'm going to tell you how you're going to beat that voice in your head."

Peter tried not to look shaken from Ben sudden and unexpected change in tone. The old airman might not be the genuine article but he was a damn good knockoff either way. It was unsettling to hear his calm uncle talk like that. He didn't back down from their little stare down. His pride wouldn't allow it.

"Now I need you to listen to me very carefully Peter." He took his gaze off Peter and reclined. That was enough saber rattling for today. "When the chips are down the only thing you need to know is yourself. Don't worry about what your opponent is or what it can do. Know who you are and what you can do. Look back and see what you've accomplished and where you fell short. Know yourself and nothing can beat you.

Iroh understood where Ben was going with his words. He wouldn't have conveyed the message as harshly but Ben knew Peter a lot better than him.

"Know myself." Peter repeated. "What's to know? I'm not that complicated. I'm just a guy trying to help people however I can." He sounded unsure of himself.

"Huh. Is that it? Do you really think that little of yourself kiddo? Peter you're dead wrong."

"I'm out there risking life and limb for complete strangers and give them the justice they wouldn't get without me. That's not a matter of opinion it's fact!" Peter defended himself.

Ben shoved his face in his palm. He was smarter than his father but just as stubborn. "That's noble and all Peter but it's not going to cut it anymore. You've came a long way and reached a fork in the road. Now's the time to start asking yourself the hard questions."

Peter perked an eyebrow. He had no idea what dream Ben was getting at. "If I wanted to get psychoanalyzed I'd call a shrink."

Ben sighed. He wasn't doing much better Peter in the patience department. "You're lost, that's ok I'll get the ball rolling for you. Why are you really going through all this trouble to 'help people however you can' huh? Remember how this started. You threw on that mask to bring my killers to justice and you managed to pull it off. Osborn's operation is a wreck, his network's in shambles and most of his partners are either behind bars or in hiding. You even found the time to take down a fishbowl weirdo from ruining all creation. But that's not enough for you is it. No, you got to stick your nose in another mess that you could've steered clear of playing white knight on another world. That's a little odd Peter, even for you."

"So I shouldn't help people is that it!" Peter jumped to his own defense. "Just sit back and be a good little bystander let the proper authorities drag their feet and handle things right. Last time I checked they didn't do squat to Osborne or Toomes, I did!"

Ben wanted to pound his head on the table at this point. Peter heard him but he still wasn't listening. "I'll admit it. I'll never be comfortable with you throwing yourself in harm's way and I doubt anything I say is going to change that. The only want you to live longer than me kiddo and that's not going to happen if you keep acting like a numbskull running around aimlessly in the night. It's like you got some kind of death wish when you put that mask on."

Peter sneered at that. "That's rich coming from an old flyboy. I got better odds in my get up than you did in that flying coffin. Oh and you weren't drafted were you. You were old enough to stay out of the war. Which one of us has the death wish again?" He threw a verbal haymaker at the phantasm posing as his uncle.

"You want to know the difference what you do and what I did. Me and my boys followed plans. We had clear goals Peter." Ben didn't take Peter's criticism well. His voice was low and intense. He didn't need to yell to make a point. "We were an organized unit. You on the other hand just jump head first into any deathtrap you find yourself into. You got no one watching your six and getting by the skin of your teeth. You're sloppy and reckless Peter. I'm not downplaying what you chose to do with your abilities. I'm damn proud of you actually, but good intentions only going to get you a nice headstone. It's real hard to help anyone from a pine box kiddo."

No one would deny Ben's point. Not Peter, not Iroh, no one. Peter got a little choked up by his words, but he still held on to his reservations. "I don't get into fights I can't finish Ben. I come out on top by out thinking the guys who come at me. It ain't pretty but it gets the job done!" Peter sounded direct but unsure.

The late aviator took no joy dressing down his nephew. Peter didn't give him much of a choice. "Did that work on those Triad mooks in the warehouse? They had you dead to rights that night. You're lucky to be alive."

"That was different…"

"You talk about risking your neck for the little guy but there was no one to help that night, was there Peter. You fell for some two bit con job and it almost cost you your life. If you had just taken two seconds and put some thought into it, you would've seen through the sheared no problem."

"There was no way of knowing it was a trap! It wasn't like I was trying to fight every hood in town. I did everything I could to high tale it out of there." Peter's jaw clinched remembering that night at the docks. That ambush was just one of many painful missteps of his alter ego. "I took a shot and made a bad call. It happens to all of us."

"There's nothing wrong with following your instincts Peter." Iroh found a moment to cut in. He turned to Ben and received nonverbal consent to continue. "Did you're, what did you call it, 'web sense' give any indication of it being a ruse?"

"Just when I got into the werehouse." He grimaced, his spider-sense proved to be a double edged sword at times. Its accuracy left a lot to be desired. It was either go hay-wire or barely a murmur. If his enemies ever caught wind of this knowledge they could sneak around him if they played their cards right. "It works better when I'm fighting."

"That's interesting…" He said as he stroked his beard.

Ben frowned. The conversation was going off on a tangent and didn't have time for this. "It doesn't matter how effective it is Peter. You can't just turn your brain off whenever when you put that mask on."

That nugget of wisdom left Peter staggering. Real or not, the man in front of him had a point. He as almost a different person when he was Spider-Man. He was cautious and thoughtful but his confidences swelled to enormous proportions. This was a world that technologically behind his own and he always found comfort in that. No one would whip out a tommy gun and tear him to shreds here. The only thing he needed to worry about was benders and he already proved he was superior, or so he thought. Ben made a good call using the triad ambush to critique his antics. It was almost identical to Befong's sting. He suspected the chief modeled it after that ambush. Who would've guessed such a straight lased cop would use such an underhanded tactic. She pushed his buttons and he was played in the worst way. He had thought there were hostages that only he could help. Deep down he knew the truth. His pride was to blame for his defeat that night. The Prowler called him a coward and dared Peter to prove him wrong. He was cautious as the web-slinger. Did he let the power get to his head? He had spent his young life thinking around life's obstacles. That was before Spider-Man came into the picture. Now he could just bulldoze through most of the curve balls life threw at him. It was true. A very select few could present a challenge to the vigilante. He carried that mentality when facing Prowler and paid dearly for his lapse in judgment. The defiant luster in his eyes faded. He was done arguing with Ben.

Ben didn't celebrate his victory for a second. He didn't even entertain the thought. He simply rose from his seat and grabbed his service cap. His time was almost up. It was tough but he got through to him in time. "I wasn't trying to make feel like crap Peter. I only told you what you needed to hear."

Ben made his way to the tents entrance. Peter didn't bother turning around, he just sad there wallowed in his shame.

"Good by Benjamin." Iroh waved.

"Yeah I'll be seeing you. But next time were playing Poker." He put his cap on and spared one last glance at Peter. "Word to the wise kiddo…"

Peter turned to Ben. He looked like he stepped out of a recruitment ad.

"…Life's a hell of a lot easier with friends. Remember that." With that Ben pulled back the canvas and blinding light beamed through the tent. No corner was spared from the light.

Peter shielded his eyes but it was not use. It engulfed all of his senses. Absolute darkness followed. Everything was gone. Hushed voices spoke amongst themselves. Peter couldn't make out what they were saying. They were high pitched, group of women maybe?

He started to get a feeling over his body. He was in much better shape than…than…The fog in Peter's head started to fade. He had a good idea where he was now.

"Come on you said you'd do it." One of the voices whispered.

"I know ju-just give me a minute ok." The other voice replied.

"You had seven already, now get to it already." The third voice egged on the second. It sounded feminine and professional.

Peter couldn't quite put his finger on it. He was still coming to.

"Fine, give it here." The other voice demanded.

Peter started to panic. He didn't know what was coming but he had to put a stop to it. It could be orderlies moving to inject him with another round of sedatives to keep him docile. He couldn't tell.

His memories started to come back to him. He got hurt and tried to endure it but his injuries had caught up with him. He collapsed on Naga's saddle of all places.

Apparently The Avatar didn't follow his wishes. It was more of a plea if he was being honest. That didn't matter now. He needed to focus on the present. Peter wouldn't have much time to get out of dodge. The voices didn't belong to seasoned metal-bender police officers with a grudge, maybe the staff hasn't connected the dots to who he was. Of course the opposite could be the case. There could be a watchdog on his way to tell Beifong had found their target.

His symptoms were present but dulled. At least the doctors did a bang up job treating his wounds. This was good. He was hurt but far from defenseless.

The air shifted around him. The orderly was closing in. It was now or never. Peter moved his and took hold of the orderly's tool. He opened his eyes for the first in a long while. His vision was blurred but it focused quickly after. His situation didn't match his speculations. There was no needle coming for him but simple tree branch. The orderly's turned out to be familiar children in orange and yellow robes. The one holding the stick was a familiar little girl. The other two children stood behind her in quit shock. Peter recalled the little girl now. Her name was either Miki, Liki, her name escaped him at the moment. She looked mortified now. She was paralyzed with fear.

Peter tried to diffuse the awkward moment, his smile forced but necessary. "Umm…hi?"

Iki's high pitched wail almost busted his ear drums. Her brother and sister followed suit. She let go of the branch and ran out the door along with her siblings. They didn't want to face Peter's wraith.

An elderly woman wearing similar colors rushed past the doorway in a vain attempt to catch up with them. The young airbenders were clear of the building in seconds. The old woman had to settle for a verbal retaliation. "Your Father won't be happy when I tell him what you were doing to my Patient! You can be sure of that!"She shook her fist at the long gone meddlers. She turned to Peter and went quiet. "You're awake!?"

"Yeah I noticed." Peter said as he rubbed his ear canal. Thankfully his hearing was still intact. He dropped the stick and addressed the old woman directly. "I'm guessing I'm on Air Temple Island."

The old woman grabbed her medical bag by the door and rushed to his bed side. She reached in it and pulled out a stethoscope. "Correct." She didn't waste any time. She held her hand to his forehead and put the Bell to his chest. His heart rate was high, probably from the children's little game. "Open your mouth and hold this." She ordered. She didn't bother being cordial with him at the moment.

Peter did as he was told and held the glass rod in his mouth. He couldn't believe his fortune, or misfortune. How long was he out? Did this doctor discover anything damning? He took a breath. 'Relax Parker, one thing at a time.'

She pulled out the thermometer out and eyed it carefully. "Fever's gone already? Well I'll be." She thought out loud. She put away her tools and gave him her full attention. "Korra brought you here the other night. It was a good thing she brought you when she did. You're a very lucky young man."

Peter looked worried now. "Why's that? Is something wrong with me?" He didn't play it cool as he gave his body a once over. His wounds were properly dressed with fresh gauss and ointment. Most of his clothes were missing as well. The only thing on him was his briefs.

"No. You may need some new bandages but you seem okay. And in my professional opinion, that is actually quite amazing." She explained.

"Alright, how bad was I Ms…" He fished for a name.

"Zhen." She completed the sentence. "Well Takuya aside from the extensive contusions on your back arms…well everywhere, multiple hairline fractures, and general exhaustion, you had a clean bill of health." Zhen tried to lighten the mood but the joke fell on deaf ears. She cleared her throat and skirted the humor under the rug. "Okay moving on. What had me worried the most worried the most was the deep laceration across your thigh and back. You had caught a nasty infection. I had some remedies and herbs to help patients through it but it didn't seem to work with you at first. We were afraid that a blood transfusion would be necessary."

"…But you didn't know my blood type." Peter caught on quickly.

Zhen was impressed. "And to make matters worse, we didn't have the facilities to identity blood types. Acolytes usually have a medical evaluation before they start living in an Air Temple you see."

She explained.

"No blood type equals complications, which leads to me taking a dirt nap. Guess it was pretty bad." Peter sat quietly for a moment. It seemed he survived another brush with death. How many lives does he have left?

"True. On the bright side your immune system burned through it fairly quickly. That's the amazing and strange part. I can only assume that it went into some kind of dormant state then restarted itself and worked overtime on you." Zhen got excited recalling the spectacular string of events. She bowed her head in disappointment at the next thought. "Unfortunately our equipment is limited to the bare essentials so I couldn't monitor this phenomenon closer."

Peter had an idea what Zhen was talking about. He suffered injuries that would land a normal man a lengthy hospital stay. Maybe when the voice controlled him it threw his metabolic function in a state of flux. Maybe the 'spider-god' didn't quite mastered whatever it did to him. This was all speculation however. It wasn't much but it was something.

"Korra told me you didn't want to be taken to a hospital. Why is that, it you don't mind me asking?" Zhen dropped the question Peter was dreading.

Peter reached and pulled an excuse out of his ever present bag of excuses. "I didn't think anything was wrong with me at the time. Well anything serious anyway. Thought it was just a black eye and a cold. I knew a guy went to a hospital for a runny nose and got a fat bill for his troubles." He flashed a fake smile trying to appear absent minded.

The healer seemed a little bewildered with his reasoning. She removed her spectacles and sighed. "Young man I've been patching wounds and setting bones longer than you've been alive. If you think I'm buying that story than you're crazier than a sack full of buzzard wasps." Her words were to the point. She took Peter's story as an insult to her intelligence.

"I'm sorry Ms. Zhen I didn't mean anything by it. I was only telling you what I was thinking at the time." He played dumb and shrugged his shoulders.

The healer might've bought what he was selling if she didn't monitor him condition. Zhen grabbed Peter bandaged hand and removed them.

Peter wouldn't dare protest. He was already in a compromised position.

"You see these contusions alone your fingers and knuckles? You usually get these when you're trying to clean someone's clock. According to these callus's, you've been doing a lot of that." Zhen reported her findings.

Peter took a good look at his hands. They were tattered hands. He was a bookworm with a bare knuckle boxer hands. This didn't surprise him. He couldn't hide every aspect of his double life.

"I remember hitting something that night. It was dark so I couldn't tell you who or what. The street light was out. I got jumped. I tried to fight them off and threw punches everywhere. Then they started to wail on me for a while. " He had a brief laugh at himself. "With my luck, it was probably a brick wall."

Zhen released Peter's hand and shook her head. Maybe she was reacting to the boy's bizarre reasoning. People his age weren't known for their wise choices. "I see. So did any of them have a knife? Is that how you got those big cuts across your back and thigh?"

Peter's mind raced for a convincing cover story and came close to formulating one. It had something to do with a nasty spill in the assembly line at Future industries and a very clumsy disposition. The false account would never see the light of day.

Zhen just held up her hand, motioning him to stop. "Young man, what you do with your time isn't any of my business. Honestly, I don't know what came over me." She rewrapped Peter's bandages and rose to her feet. "My apologies, I won't pry any further."

The phony tale weighed down on Peter's conscious. He was in the wrong side of this one. If this masked hero thing tanks then he's got a bright future in politics. In his defense, he didn't have much of a choice. He couldn't risk letting anyone know what he really was. It was a risk he couldn't take.

"Don't worry about it. Everyone gets carried away from time to time."

Zhen moved on to current events. "Your wounds are healing nicely. Just take it easy for a few days and you'll be fine." She informed him as she gathered her things. "And I did my job. Now all I have to do is inform Master Tenzin and Korra and I'm all done for today."

"Oh hey Ms. Zhen, could you not tell Korra about me. I mean if I got a clean bill of health, I'll let her know later." Peter tried to weasel his way out of a face to face with the Avatar. That was the last thing he needed right now. "In fact, I should just grab my things and I'll be on my way."

"Wha-NO! She asked me to let her know when you came to. I gave my word." Her words weren't up for debate.

Peter cursed at Zhen's convictions. He wanted to thank Korra but she would have questions he couldn't answer. A face to face with her now would complicate things. He shifted around his and started to get out of the bed. "Alright doc you do what you have to do. Where are my clothes?"

"Hey Zhen, I saw the kids running around the pavilion." A familiar voice rang out through the halls.

Peter's eyes went wide. 'Are you kidding me!?'He frantically searched for his clothes.

"They weren't poking him again were…Oh." Korra eyes met with Peter's

Peter's gaze was as blank as hers.

"Hey..."

"…Hi."

XXXxxx Silver Lake Heights: Early Morning xxxXXX

It was a quiet cold morning in Ken's humble house. It wasn't much to look at, but he worked hard through the years and it was truly something he could call his own. The house was paid off and the bills were reasonable.

He was currently going through his morning routine. He had his morning paper on one side, a hearty breakfast on the middle, and a guilty pleasure in his hand. The latest tabloid piece teased him to start reading. Reading ridiculous rumors that 'The Ugly Truth' published always took the edge off from his job. He took a sip of his tea and eyed the tabloid's cover. There was a stylized skeletal portrait of Chief Beifong with a spider crawling over its mouth. Its titles read in big text: 'The Ugly truth, Police Bamboozle Republic City!'

A mischievous grin creeped onto Ken's face. He'd usually save it for the trolley ride work but he couldn't resist the urge. He pulled back the cover and went straight to the featured story.

"You're too juicy to ignore." He told himself as he turned the pages and started reading.

He didn't regret his subscription to the outlandish newspaper. Apparently, that shake up with the Prowler challenging Spider-Man was nothing but an elaborate scheme to put him in a cell. It also said that the Prowler was Chief Beifong's secret lover. He only went along with her plan to melt her icy heart and get away from it all. Ken dropped the paper in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. It was hard to bring himself back from such a gut punch. As soon as his vision returned, he read on. The Prowler fought hard with his minions and managed to capture the wall-crawler. He used forgotten technology form a half-man-half-machine wheel man. The cyborg was an old forgotten war machine from the Imperial Fire Nation. It went on to say that despite Prowler's radical weaponry, Spider-Man managed to escape using cosmic rays to subdue his jailers and avoid incarceration. The officers were all hospitalized with severe cosmic ray burns.

Ken was glad he finished his tea before finishing the story. The part with the cosmic rays was almost as good as the Prowler's girl problems. "That's rich! I gotta show this to the guys down at the arena!"

A knock on the door interrupted his glee. This was odd. Ken wasn't expecting any company. He never got any in fact. He dropped his paper on the table and looked towards his door. 'Maybe someone's got the wrong address.' He speculated. He stepped to the door but his hopes were dashed with another round of knocking

"Mr. Ken are you in? I have an urgent matter to discuss with you."

Ken got aggravated. "Dang it all…" He liked his routine and hated interruptions. "Hold on I'm coming!"

Ken swung the door violently. The disgruntled middle aged man looked onto the man standing on his stoop. "What do you want!"

The man that stood before him was wearing a cheap suit and an artificial smile. He was wearing a heavy coat and a skull cap to battle the cold. His lapels were propped up, practically concealing his face. He had a long pronounced frame that some would find intimidating. The visitors most striking feature was a long pencil thin mustache and icy blue eyes.

"Good morning Mr. Ken" The mustachioed man smiled. The gesture didn't suit the tall man at all.

"It was anyway…" Ken said under his breath. He grimaced at the man. "You got a name stranger?"

"My name isn't important sir." The man skillfully dodged the question and continued. "I'm here to of a once in a lifetime opportunity." The man sounded like he was reciting from invisible cue cards.

Ken rolled his eyes and got into position. He was going to slam the door in this mooks stupid face. Whoever heard of a breakfast salesmen? "Nice try bub but your timing needs work." He tried to shut the door but the 'salesmen' blocked the door. "Hey! What are you doing you psycho! Get out of here or I'm calling the cops!"

The salesmen didn't look angry. He was however annoyed with Ken's abstinence.

"I told them this soft stuff wouldn't work…" He grumbled to himself before throwing the door open and shoving Ken to the floor.

Ken wasn't an imposing figure and was on the wrong side of fifty. He didn't have a snowballs chance to put up a decent defense. He did the only sensible thing a man in this situation could do. "Look whatever I got, it's yours! Please don't hurt me!" He franticly tried to placate his attacker. Ken wondered how an unwanted solicitation turn into a full blown home invasion.

The salesmen ignored his pleas and made sure to close the door and lock it. He turned around with a suitcase and parked it on the cocktail table. "I'm not here to rob you Mr. Ken."

"What do you want then?" Ken asked between deep breaths. Ken wasn't used to this much excitement, at least not at home.

"Keep your voice down and have a seat." The salesmen ordered and motioned towards Ken's sofa.

He did as he was told and promptly sat down. The salesmen took the seat facing Ken.

"Tell me, how long have you been a Pro-Bending referee?

Ken's fear gave way to confusion at the odd question. "I've been around since the beginning, give or take a few years."

"Good, so it's safe to say that you're an expert then. Who do you think will be in the final bout this season?"

"You broke into my house for that? You some kind of bookie or something?" Ken couldn't help but blurt his thoughts.

The salesmen didn't lose his cool. "Just answer the question Ken."

Ken didn't need a second to ponder the man's strange question. "The wolf Bats are a synch to be in the finals. As for their opponents, it's a toss-up between the Boar-q-pines, The Buzzard Wasps, and the Fire Ferrets. Then again anything's possible."

The salesmen nodded in approval. The veteran prediction matched his. "Good." He moved to open his suitcase. "I wasn't yanking your chain about that life time opportunity Mr. Ken."

The salesmen turned the case towards Ken. He openly gawked at its content. The gold bullion reflected in a way that made it glow right on his eye line.

The salesmen leaned closer. "This is only half the amount waiting for you. If you do as you're told that is."

"What did you have in mind?" Ken had his reservations. The gold might not be worth the trouble depending on what he wanted.

"I need you to look the other way at the Wolf Bat's antics." The salesmen stated flatly. His tone left no room for interpretation.

"That's it, your offering me all this money for that? What's the catch?" Ken heard of other refs letting illegal moves and violation pass for various reasons. Those guys didn't last long in the arena. There were always triads trying to get their way with the matches.

"No catch Ken. No back stabbing. No double cross. If you do that then you got the pay day of a lifetime coming at you. You could jump off a bridge with it for all I care, just as long as you look the other way one time." The salesmen stared and waited for Ken's answer.

"What's stopping me from taking this gold and getting out of town?" Ken had to know where he stood before making a decision.

The salesmen's face went deadly serious. "Nothing. You'd run, we'd find you, then…well I leave the rest to your imagination. Don't get me wrong Ken. I'm not twisting your arm or anything. Just say the word and that'll be the end of our business. But if you take this gold you're making a binding agreement with me and my colleges. Ball's in your court Ken, what's it going to be?"

The referee didn't jump quickly. He was dealing with dangerous people and there was a whole lot of money involved. He saw what happened to gambler and bookies that crossed the triads. They were beaten within an inch of their lives for being short a few yuans. He took a deep breath and came to a conclusion. "I'm in."

The salesmen didn't even take the time to enjoy the referee's compliance. He only rose to his feet and handed gave him some additional instructions. "Right then, we'll contact you if anything comes up. Don't call us we'll call you." The imposing mustachioed man quietly and calmly exited the small house. "I'd put that in a safe place if I were you."

The salesmen walked a few city blocks from Ken's home and found a suitable phone booth. He picked up the receiver and dialed large volume of numbers. It took a while but the phone started to ring.

Someone was on the line.

"It's done."

:/Were there any complications?/:

"There were a few snags, but it worked out in the end." The salesmen chose his words wisely. He had to keep things broad. You never know whose listening.

:/Very well, I'll let the king know.:/

XXXxxx Air Temple Island: Early Afternoon xxxXXX

Peter had endured much in his short life. It was littered with painful experiences that many would call cruel and unusual. It was hard to believe the bulk of them occurred before the spider bite. Doctor visits, school house humiliations, and mile long bread lines just to name a few. He was beginning to believe that there was more bad than good in his life. Now he had to cross a line he's been dreading since he woke up. He had to sit there and lie to the girl who pulled his butt out of the fire. Every spare neuron in his head was devoted to figure out a believable cover story. He would rather fight every triad goon in town blindfolded with both of his hands tied behind his back than drop some half ass excuse on Korra's lap. He even had trouble looking at her. Thankfully his poker face hid most of his emotions. His head was hung low as he stared at his bandaged hands. They were clenched shut.

"Hey Takuya, anybody up there?" Korra cocked her head to his level.

Peter's head jerked up and regarded Korra. "Ye-yeah sorry I just spaced out there for a second. What were you saying again?"

Korra was a little agitated that she was talking to herself for a few minutes. She wouldn't give him any grief for it considering his condition. "I was filling you in on what happened after you blacked out. Those muggers really did a number on you huh."

Peter smiled meekly. "Yeah my heads still spinning. You'd think a guy with glasses would get hit less."

"Yeah, some people just end up in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm sorry you got mixed up in that Takuya." Korra didn't share his grim sense of humor.

Peter shrugged. "What can I say, the old Parrrr-ticular luck strikes again." He bit his tongue before uttering his true name. The big lie was unraveling the smaller ones.

Peter's slurred speech was a red flag to Korra. She hopped he didn't suffer any brain damage from the attack. "Yeah…So anyway, you were out cold on the pavement and I was freaking out. I know all those healing techniques and I was too nervous to use it." The shock of the situation blocked her focus, an essential components for healing. Even if she had it she didn't know where to start or how sever his injuries were.

"Wait, you can heal with your bending?" Peter never bothered to look up bending sub-skills. With all the commotion lately who could blame him.

"Yep, a waterbender channels water through a person's chi-paths and blood vessels to speed up the healing process." Korra bent the water out from a pitcher to demonstrate. It wrapped around her hand and the liquid started to glow to an amazed Peter. "Well that's the gist of it anyway. Things start to get complicated when you get into the details. I'm surprised you never heard of it."

"I did but only in passing. Never saw it in person though. So you get me here in one piece. I'm guessing it was smooth sailing after that?" Peter deflected the conversation again. Best case, she gets bored with him and just thinks he's was just a spaz who was scared of needles. Worse case, she starts asking the question he can't answer while looking highly suspicious in the process.

"Sort of. I got a little lost on my way to the island. You'd be surprised how hard it was to keep you on Naga's saddle." Korra left out the part about how terrified she was that night. She found herself in a life or death situation in an unfamiliar part of town. An evening with friends turned into a rescue operation.

Peter felt a mixture of relief and regret as she told him what happened. The thought of being so helpless didn't sit well with him. His heart went out to Korra. He didn't want to put so much on her shoulders. She didn't deserve to go through that.

"You didn't drop me on my head did you?" He pointed to his skull. "It's my bread and butter you know." He tried to lighten the mood.

"Relax Poindexter; your head was in good hands." Korra giggled at his dry humor and continued. "I finally found my way back to the island and got you to some healers. Master Tenzin put up a fuss but he wasn't going to turn you the other way. The Air Nomad code prevents him from abandoning someone in need."

"That's real generous of him. Glad you were around when I blacked out. I don't want to know what would've happened otherwise." The thought disturbed Peter more than he let on. He had made another brush with death and wondered how many more of those he had left. Another wave of guilt washed over his conscious. He panicked and dragged Korra into the jigsaw of a life.

"No kidding, those muggers really did a number on you. Zhen was shocked to hear that you were up and moving beforehand. How did you get away from those guys in such bad shape anyway?" Korra asked.

He buried his face in his hand and sighed. Peter had no trouble recollecting how he got there. He couldn't fully maintain his composure. He had make up another story. "I don't know…it's kind of a blur. I remember getting the beating of a life time. When I saw an opening I just ran like crazy. The adrenaline must've been pumping because I hardly felt a thing when I got home."

Peter tale was feasible but something didn't sit right with Korra. She couldn't put her finger on it but something wasn't adding up. It would make sense if she saw him with a black eye and some cuts but he had major injuries. He blacked out from the pain of it all.

"You weren't out after all that too. I didn't think anyone could bounce back after all that. At least not that fast anyway." She didn't shift the mood but Peter was acting strange. "I got hurt pretty bad before my Earthbending test. It was a few weeks away and master Fong amped up the usual regiment and got smacked around with some boulders. Master Fong had to push the test back and everything. I could barely get out of bed for a while, the fact that you managed a night on the town after all that, you're something else Takuya." Korra didn't push any further. She presented herself as a friend not an interrogator. At this point she suspected that he was knee deep in some nasty business. This behavior was odd though. If she had been in this situation when she came to the city she would've been in his face, grilling him until he confessed. Maybe all the meditation sessions were paying off.

Peter put on his best poker face and thought hard on his next movie. Korra was brash and emotional but she wasn't dumb. His story had too many holes and Korra was too close to him to dismiss it. He took a deep breath and picked his next works carefully.

"I'm sorry Korra but my memory's a little foggy from that night. I just remember walking around and getting the snot kicked out of me and running for my life and you already know the rest. I don't know what else to tell you Korra." He said. Korra didn't leave him many options. It was either play dumb or tell her about his surreal double life. He couldn't afford the latter.

If Korra had some fleeting suspicions before but now Takuya confirmed them. No doubt about it, Takuya was hiding something. She took a moment to compose herself. Korra leaned a little closer. She wanted him to hear every word. "But you remember how you ended up here right?"

Peter tried to get a word out but Korra cut him off. Her temper was getting the better of her.

"That's alright I fill you in. You see after our little get together I gave you a lift. We talked for a bit but then you pass out and landed in a heap on the sidewalk. I said something about taking you to a hospital but then you sprang up and begged me not to do that. So I throw you back on Nagga's saddle to rush you to Air Temple Island. Oh, and I forgot the part where I was freaking out that someone was going to die because I listened to some barely lucid, four-eyed lunatic!" She paused to catch her breath after her tirade. It wasn't elegant but she got her point across. She wasn't injured during the affair but it did take its toll. "That jog your memory any?"

Peter took the verbal punch well. He was so caught up with his own problems that he completely forgot about how Korra held up after the fact. He sighed. He was about to burn a very important bridge.

"About that," Peter chuckled like someone told him his fly was unzipped. "I'm real sorry about this; it's a little embarrassing. I was a little loopy and I'm terrified of hospitals. It has more to do with the bill they drop on then the needles. Some doctors poke and probe you without consent and they end up charging you an arm and a leg for a runny nose. As you know I didn't think it was anything serious and I didn't want some collection agency breathing down my neck. Guess I made the wrong call on that one, huh." Peter told the tall tale without skipping a beat. He almost convinced himself. It was well constructed but he couldn't face Korra directly as he recited his factious explanation.

Korra was dumbfounded. He was clearly lying. Why would someone shadowing one of the richest men in town worry about a hospital bill. She didn't yell and she didn't speak. She pulled up her chair and placed it right next to Peter's bed side. She leaned closer until her eyes locked with his. "You're telling me that I raced through town because you're scared of a little doctor bill?" Korra spoke slowly. Her words were ice cold. It was a little unnerving to see this side of her.

"More or less." He tried to get some distance from her stare down. "What are you doing?"

"Just a little something Spidy pulled on me when I was running away from the truth. He tried to talk some sense to me when I was lying to myself. I put on this act and challenged Amon to a duel. I'm sure you heard it over the radio. Spider-Man showed up and tried to talk me out of it. I had everyone fooled but he saw right through me."

Peter knew where the story was going and it made him feel worse. He never thought his own trick would be used against him. She was calling him a hypocrite without even knowing it. He didn't have a choice. All he could do now was sit back and let Korra speak.

"I denied everything he said of course and I tried to push him away. He had enough and ended up calling my bluff. So he pulled his goggles and stared at me just like this. He says, 'Look me in the eye and say you're not afraid of Amon. l lied and said I wasn't and he left. Then Amon showed up with his chi-blockers and took me down in seconds. He knocks me out and the last thing I see is Spider-Man rushing in. After all the nasty things I said to him he still tried to pull out of that mess. Eventually I came to and saw Tenzin rushing in. Poor guy was worried sick. He asks me how I was doing and you know what I did next."

The fact that Korra was telling him about a very private moment to a glorified acquaintance left Peter speechless. None of this made any sense. Why was she telling him all this?

"I just grabbed him and started to bawl my eyes out on his robes. Spidey was right about me. I saw what Amon could do first hand. He just touches your forehead and your bending is as good as gone. That scared me Takuya. I had nightmares about him and…I always put this Avatar title on a pedestal and Amon could take it all away with a touch."

Peter finally found his voice and asked the question that was on the tip of his tongue. "Why are you telling me all this?"

"Not sure. I guess I wanted to show you what happens when you run away from your problems. It eats you up inside and it just…Look you're not doing yourself any favors okay." Korra was disappointed with her verbiage. Her advisory skills need work.

Heat rushed to Peter's face. He felt an odd sense of relief wash over him. Korra hadn't suspected too much. A part of him wished she did. It would be easier then maintaining the façade.

"That's educational and all Korra but I'm not hiding anything. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It's just a string of bad luck. I took a walk, got the snot kicked out of me, went home, thought I was fine but I wasn't, and here we are. End of story." Peter stuck to his cover story. It was the only card he could play at this point. This wouldn't sit well with Korra, especially after she spilled her guts out like that. He didn't have a choice. His life style meant he had to keep people at arm's length or risk them getting hurt.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!" Korra shouted. She couldn't hold back her frustrations any longer. She liked helping people and felt good doing it. Refusing aid was one thing but rejecting reason was another, especially in Peter's case. Korra wasn't an elegant individual. Whenever an obstacle got in her way she would face it head on and bulldoze through it. Poindexter needed some tough love and she was more than willing to give it. "You got a gaping slash wound running down your back, another one on your leg, and fractures all over the place. You looked like you went fifteen rounds with a heavyweight fighter. You didn't just run you fought back! Your story doesn't add up Poindexter!"

Korra's explosive response left Peter reeling. He never dreamed that someone would call him out on his lies. There were three that came to mind. Two of them were six feet under and the third was in a quiet neighborhood in Queens. He was mortified and slightly impressed. Korra had him on the ropes. He needed to double down on his story fast.

"Alright Korra let's say you're right about me…"

"I am." Korra interrupted.

Peter fumed for a moment and reiterated. "Let's say you're right about everything. I'm lying about all of this. What big secret am I hiding?"

"You're either in some kind of underground cage fighting club or an Equalist!" Korra advanced her verbal assault. She inwardly hoped the former was true.

Korra's accusations triggered Peter's own temper. "What!? I'm not an equalist!"

"You sure about that? It makes sense. You're built like a fighter right. So you're training to be a chi blocker and you get hurt in an accident. You're one of Spidey's fans because he was taking on the bending triads when no one else would. And you were so dead set on not going to the hospital because you were afraid that someone would find out. I bet Amon ordered you not to…"

"I DON'T TAKE ORDER FROM THAT MANIAC! Peter objected. Korra wasn't the only one with a temper.

"THEN WHAT IS IT TAKUYA! WHATS GOING ON WITH YOU!" Korra stood up and shouted back. Peter's outburst just proved her suspensions. He was hiding something and it was big. So big that he would fight tooth and nail to keep it.

The two parties glared at each other for what seemed like hours. No one would yield. Their argument only ended with a third party clearing his throat. Both of them turned their gaze at the door way.

"Is everything alright? I'm not interrupting anything am I?" Tenzin was as stiff and stern as ever.

Korra flashed Peter on last stink eye before addressing her mentor. "Everything's fine Tenzin. We were just talking about stuff."

"I heard shouting from the hall."

"It was a very spirited conversation." Korra kept Tenzin in the dark. She still wasn't comfortable involving him in her affairs after Baifong's stunt.

"Spirited load of crap." Peter muttered under his breath.

Tenzin regarded Peter for a moment before addressing him. "Hello Takuya, I'm Councilmen Tenzin. I believe me met at the gala a while back." He ignored the obvious argument the two were having. He never did handle conflict well.

"Yeah, I remember you councilmen. Your son was doing that thing with the plant right."

"Yes. Meelo likes to…experiment from time to time. Anyway, I just came by to see how you were feeling."

"That's real thoughtful Councilmen Tenzin. I'm a little sore and groggy but it's nothing a few days rest can't fix. It's nothing you need to concern yourself with." Peter was as formal as he could be. This was Tenzin's home and he was technically an uninvited guest.

"On the contrary young man, it's my duty to follow what goings-on of the island. Especially when medical treatment is administered to outsiders." Tenzin sounded like he was reading from a legal script.

"What are you trying to say councilmen?" Peter asked.

Korra sneered at her master's bad habit. The tall airbender had a knack for beating around the bush. "He's making sure you don't sue the Air Temple."

"Korra don't be rude. But yes that is what I'm trying to say." Tenzin admitted.

"No need to worry councilmen. I wouldn't dream of doing that to your establishment." Peter assured the politician.

Tenzin let out a sigh of relief. He had enough problems to deal with already. "Oh thank goodness. Anyway, I had a talked to Zhen earlier and she says you can leave whenever you're ready. You're very fortunate. She says your well on the road to recovery."

Peter couldn't help but think of old JJ when speaking to Tenzin. He was similar but completely different from him. If he was dealing with J Jonah he would've threaten to bury him in the legal system if he dared to file any kind of charge against him. "I've been hearing a lot of that lately."

"Right then, I'll send for your belongings and you can be on your way. Zhen wanted me to tell you not to remove the bandages for a while. She doesn't want you to get an infection."

"Sure thing councilmen."

"Well Korra, time for meditation and breathing drills." Tenzin instructed.

"Uh huh, can you go on ahead of me Tenzin. I'd like a minute with Takuya. It won't take long." Korra requested.

Tenzin was no fool. He knew the two were at odds. But due to recent events he chose to give her some space. "Be brief Korra, these are the golden hours."

"I know, I'll be right out."

Tenzin was satisfied and left for the meditation grounds.

Peter didn't even try to hide his annoyance. "You're not going to yell at me again are you?"

Korra didn't snap at his snarky comment. She only looked at him for a moment before speaking her mind. "No, I got that out of my system." She took a breath and continued. "You know Takuya just when I think I got you pegged you to and pull this stuff on me. I don't get how a guy who's got the guts to tell off Beifong, the scariest woman I ever met, but is afraid to tell a friend what's going on. It doesn't make sense." She wasn't angry with Peter anymore but was incredibly disappointed. "Guess I pegged you wrong."

"I'm not a complicated guy Korra. I talk big and I can't back it up. There's no big secret to hide. I'm just really uncomfortable in hospitals and I was delirious. That's all." Peter didn't raise his voice. It was hard enough to keep it even.

"Yeah, that's what happened." She turned towards the door. "Try not to get into any trouble on your way out."

Korra left him to meet up with Tenzin. Peter just sat in his bed, alone with his own thoughts. He wondered if he made the right call. He dropped his head on his pillow. The cost was high but his secret was safe. Peter's head was at odds with his heart. It had to be done, he didn't have a choice right? He repeated that thought but it didn't do anything to ease that rotten feeling in his gut.

"How the hell do you wind up in these situations Parker?"

XXXxxx City Hall: Councilmen Tarrlok's Office xxxXXX

The work day was coming to a close. The setting sun always hit the building in its own special way. A glare never hit his extravagant desk. Tarrlok's day was uneventful. His only appointments consisted of lobbyist trying to sway his vote for their benefit. He never paid them much attention though. They would offer him political favors and good press but he would always smack them down. The more brazen ones would flat out attempt to bribe him to get their way. Tarrlok was many things but he wasn't corrupt. Many people got the wrong impression of him. He'd do anything to get a leg up on the competition but he did have standards. If he was going to take hold of this city as cleanly as he could. He wouldn't accomplish this being on someone's pay roll. That said, he would do anything to get ahead on his end. Nobody won anything of worth fair and square.

He didn't spare too much thought on the political bottom feeders. Truth be told he was bored out of his mind. He had plans in motion but all he could do now was wait. The waiting was always the worst part.

"I need a drink…" He rested his head in his hand.

Before he could quench his thirst, his doors swung open. It was Chief Beifong sporting her trade mark scowl.

Tarrlok smiled and welcomed the distraction. "Ah! Chief Beifong, it's good to see you. What brings you in? You did get my taskforce's evidence?"

Beifong didn't take the bait. She simply smacked down a newspaper on his desk and slid it over to him. It was the latest issue of 'The Ugly Truth'. "You mind telling what this is."

Tarrlok sported an incredulous look on his face as he read the head line. "It looks like a tabloid with a lucky guess. Probably the closest they ever came to actual journalism. Go figure."

"This rag's got classified information that no one but you, me, my men, and the council know about." Beifong planted her hands on his desk. "So their editor either psychic or someone tipped them off."

Tarrlok dropped the paper and cusped his hands. "Information isn't something you can just tuck away when it's convenient Chief. People talk and they listen. It could be a leak or maybe one of your men got to talking at a soda bar for all we know." He slid the paper back to Beifong. "I don't see why you're so worked up with this drivel Lin. No one will take this seriously. You should count yourself lucky that it leaked here then a more respected news source."

Beifong didn't take her eyes off the shady councilmen. She didn't buy his act for a second. This was his doing. She couldn't prove it but Tarrlok was behind this. Unfortunately, she couldn't nail him for it and they both know it. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing but it won't work. You may have everyone else fooled but not me." She left the paper on his desk and walked out of his office. She didn't want to waste another second on that water snake. Beifong had bigger fish to fry.

Tarrlok silently watched as Beifong stormed out. He smiled. "We'll see about that."

XXXxxx Air Temple Island: Early Evening xxxXXX

Bitter cold winds blew through the massive foyer without rest. The remnants of the last snow storm danced in the air. The setting sun would reflect off the ice particles and resembled something from a fairy tale.

Korra welcomed the ambiance. It reminded her of home. She would never understand the people that hated winter. The Avatar was enjoying her free time. She hasn't gotten many of those as of late. Her hectic schedule saw to that. The meditation session didn't do much to ease her nerves one bit. She was currently going through her airbending katas on the off chance that she would actually bend a puff of air. Korra was scratching the preverbal bending lottery ticket hopping for a jackpot. Her movements were graceful and flowed like a jet stream. Korra's form was flawless and followed Tenzin's teachings to the letter but she still didn't get the desired result. Normally this would drive Korra up a wall but this was different. Her movements were precise but absent minded. It was a testament to how many times she practiced them. Korra's mind was on the problems she would ultimately have to face. Amon was still out there, no doubt planning something big. Her brief face-to-face told her one thing about him. He wouldn't go down quietly. He would see his cause through with every fiber of his being. She stopped midway through her sets. She couldn't help but think of her predecessor at the moment. He took down the Fire Nation's century long march for world domination by twelve. Aang went through all that and she was having problems with a masked weirdo and his followers. Avatar Aang would've had this whole thing wrapped up in a few weeks.

"Some Avatar you're turning out to be." Korra sulked.

Footsteps could be heard in the distance and nixed her pity party. On instinct, she turned to see who they belonged to.

Korra grimaced. "Oh it's you." She looked at Peter like a rat in the pantry.

Peter shot a stink eye back at her but it quickly dissolved. He had just gone through an emotional wringer and was exhausted. He dropped his head and held up his hands in surrender. "The Acolytes pointed me this way." He explained. Peter was done arguing today. The only thing he wanted to do was get back to that hole in the wall he called home.

"It's not my island and I don't care where you go." She turned away from him and continued her sets. She may never know what could turn an outspoken guy into a sniveling coward.

Peter didn't even bother forming a suitable retort and simply walked passed her. He only made it ten steps before something stopped him dead in his tracks. Peter stared at the ground. His jaw was wired shut and his fists were balled up in his jacket pockets. Nothing about this felt right. There was no rhyme or reason to these feelings.

"I learned something about myself Korra." Peter found it hard to talk. He choose his words carefully with a golf ball in his throat. "I don't know much about it and…I don't' know how to deal with it." Peter finished his impromptu confessional. He made sure to be as vague as possible. He would've been better keeping his eyes forward and his mouth shut but his conscience wouldn't allow it.

The outspoken Avatar found herself speechless at his unexpected revelation. His words didn't mean much but his body language spook volumes. He didn't turn to face her. His head was sunk and facing the ground. What called the most attention was the slight but noticeable trembling in his voice. Whatever he was talking about it scared him to his core. Her accusations were way off base. Peter's problems were a lot bigger then she originally thought.

"You know the worst part is I don't know how to fix it. Heck I don't know how to face it" Peter shook his head. He wondered how pathetic he sounded. It was all irrelevant though. Something compelled him to say something to Korra and he wasn't fighting it.

"Takuya, whatever this 'thing' is you don't have to face it alone." She moved closer to him and laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. 'I told you so' never entered her mind. There earlier dispute was a distant memory now. "I'm still getting a handle on this Avatar stuff but helping people is what I'm all about. Mako and Bolin could…"

"No!" Peter turned around on reflex. Letting one person in on his troubles was enough. "Thanks but no. This is something I have to handle on my own."

Korra thought this was a ridiculous way to deal with his problem. She didn't agree with his stance but she respected it. "Okay Takuya. If you changed your mind you know where you find me."

"Yeah, I'll keep you in mind." Peter turned and started to make his way to the ferry. "Take it easy Korra."

"Do you think he'll come back?" Korra blurted out. "Spider-Man, I mean. You think he'll show up again? I'd like him to but then I wouldn't blame him if he dropped everything and skipped town after all that?"

Peter pondered her words for a moment. The answer didn't come as easily as he thought it would. There was a voice in his head that could take control at any moment. His powers granted him strength and speed no one else could muster. He didn't just wail on criminals when he fought. It was mentally taxing to trade blows with ordinary people, bender or not. On top of all that, someone else could take the reins at any given moment. And his copilot wasn't as squeamish as he was. Peter had no idea if he could keep it in check.

"…I'd like to say he would, it's hard to say. He tries to help some people and gets stabbed in the back for his trouble. He got sold out because he rubbed some key people the wrong way. It's a tough pill to swallow. We'll just have to wait and see."

Korra was disappointed with his response. "Yeah, see you around Poindexter."

"Sure." He nodded and continued his trip to the ferry.

He had mixed feelings with disclosing private matters to Korra. It was indistinct so she wouldn't know too much about his situation but it was highly suspicious no matter how it was worded. Oddly enough it didn't concern him. It was as a weight was lifted from his shoulders. His troubles were far from forgotten of course. This could come back to bite him later. He might have opened a whole new can of worms at least he saved a friendship. Lord knows those were scares for Parker and that was before the mask. It felt good not having to lie to someone close to him, even if it was just a half truth.

Peter exchanged pleasantries and he was on his way to the mainland. The waves gently bobbed the boat across the bay. The sun set reflected across the water in a picturesque angle. For a few moments, he felt like he was on his way home from Bugle. An authentic smile appeared on his face. After a while the moment past and he eventually got his head out of the clouds. He needed space and time to think. Peter wasn't exaggerating about his dilemma with Korra. He really didn't know if he could continue being Spider-Man. Was it even worth it? He stuck his neck out for the people of a city that wasn't his own. He pissed off the right people and he was on a razor's edge of being under lock and key.

"It might be for the best…" He mumbled.

"You say something mister?" The ferry driver asked. His was just over the engines hum.

"Beautiful sun set." Peter diverted the conversation with small talk.

The ferry driver agreed and continued talking. His words fell on deaf ears.

Peter let him talk and simply rested his head in his palm. He eyes returned to the retreating star. Aunt May used to tell him how a new day brought new opportunities to reap and challenges to overcome. It always felt like there were more challenges than opportunities to be honest.

He sighed at that thought. "I need some air…"

XXXxxx Air Temple Island: Avatar Korra's Quarters xxxXXX

The moon's rays shined through the cracked blinds. Oceanic fragrances clashed with the radiators own distinct smell.

Naga's massive form was found on the foot of Korra's bed. The white mass of fur rose with each breath. Her snoring resonated to all corners of the humble room. It was as if a snarling beast was slumbering in its lair.

A wide awake Korra was stretched across her soft bed. Her arms were folded back and cradled her head. Her hair was undone and a pro bending play book was resting on her stomach. Mako and Toza whipped it up for her to get more in sync with the team. She already memorized the plays and it didn't need to be opened. Korra attempted to fall asleep with the book but her efforts were wasted.

The cold wasn't to blame for her fit of insomnia. The Republic City's winter was a summer breeze compared to the Southern Water Tribe. Not even Naga's booming snoring kept her up. She's been doing that since she was a pup. Korra was beyond used to hearing it. She actually found it harder to sleep without it.

The culprit for her sleep deprivation was a certain pencil pusher and his odd behavior. The guy must have the worst luck in the world. She was right about him hiding something but there was still something badgering her mind, a question to be exact. What kind of trouble could a geeky guy like Takuya get into and why was he so secretive with his problems. He even went as far as flat out lying to her face about it. At first she thought that Poindexter got on the wrong side of a loan shark or something. Maybe he was too ashamed to discuss it with her. That theory was quickly dismissed. Money wasn't a problem for him. He had tried that with the bogus hospital bill excuse. So what was it? It was a secret so big that he couldn't tell her outright but couldn't stay quiet either. In that moment, without reason, an image of Spider-Man popped in her head.

She held her hand over her mouth and held back the laughing fit. Korra didn't want to wake up Naga.

"Ahh, yeah right."

It was a ludicrous notion. The thought of Poindexter duking it out with bad guys in the streets caused another bout of hushed laughter. Takuya maybe a fan of his but that was all. She gave it one more passing thought. The joke was less funny at the more she pondered it. Come to think of it, he did get jumped around the same time the Prowler made that broadcast. It couldn't have been a day or two between the incidents. Now she was trying to think up something that disproved her absent minded theory. 'Why did he console me back at the restaurant? Why would he care? He had his own problems to worry about. It doesn't make sense.'

"I got a life outside of this get up you know."

"You don't know a Thing about me."

"Oh ye of little faith."

"I wouldn't be very friendly if I left you high and dry would I now would I"

"Sweet Dreams Princess!"

"Look me in the eye and tell me you're not afraid of Amon."

Her mind stopped at the wall crawler words from that faithful night. His eyes weren't distinctive but his gaze was. It was confident but drained, like the weight of the hero thing was gradually taking its toll. Then she compared his gaze to Takuya's and…and…

Korra's eyes were wide open now. She had stumbled across a landmine after all.

"…Whoa…"

XXXxxx Nondescript Republic City Rooftop xxxXXX

The streets were dusted with a fresh layer of powder. They moved without delay as man, satomobile, trollies cars, and people roamed. It was as if a vicious revolutionary wasn't plotting to destroy their way of life. Peter envied them. A part of him wished he could just pass through and live comfortably like the rest of them. Deep down he knew that would never happen. He was either too stubborn or stupid to let bad guys go unopposed.

Peter didn't catch any glances as swung and crawled through the city. He didn't break a sweat during his routine. However, he was stiffer than all hell but it would probably be gone by morning.

He wasn't doing any patrolling tonight. He was on that roof to think about his future as a vigilante. After spending some time alone with his thoughts, he whittled it down to two options. He could put the mask back on and run the risk of the voice taking control again. It was far from ideal with too many variables to worry about. He wondered if the gambit was even worth it. His second choice was to just flat out end the Spider-Man, sit tight, and hope this whole thing blows over. Who know, maybe someone would liberate him from this odd world. There was no way to tell how long that would take. He could be in this city for decades before being rescued. If he was ever rescued that is.

Peter turned away from the city and sunk his head in his palms. He didn't know if the voice was there or not. Maybe it was having a good laugh at his expense.

He turned in frustration. "No one would blame you if you hung it up Parker." Peter tried to console himself. "You helped a lot of people, put some bad people away. You don't have to fall on your sword. Just pack it in and let the cards fall where they…Ah who am I kidding."

There isn't a snowball's chance in hell he was going to throw in the towel. It was his nature. Win or lose he never gave up.

Peter ruffled his hair. There was no easy answer. "You really did it know Parker. You managed to land yourself on everyone's hit list, Amon's still at large, probably gunning for you too, and you got a little voice in your head that's prone to murder." He turned his gaze back to the skyline. "Yep, you out did yourself Pete. But hey look at the bright side. It can't get much worse."

"You'd be surprised…"

Peter went wide eyed at the apparent second party on the roof. Was it the voice? No. It was feminine, soothing. An unusual brightness illuminated the roof, more so then the full moon. His spider-sense didn't tip him off to any intruders, or anything for that matter.

The shock paralyzed him for a moment but he mustered up the guts to slowly turn and see what was behind him. His eye must be playing tricks on him. Maybe Prowler's toxin was playing tricks on him. There had to be underlying brain damage he wasn't aware of. The image before him could only exist in abstract paintings and his wildest dreams. Peter's mind still tried to process what he was seeing. He had had a similar experience fighting Mysterio in the pocket dimension. He found that describing the impossible without question helped him deal with the absurd. There was a young woman, floating, in a white gown with white hair. Her completion was in complete contrast to her attire. If he had to guess, she was same ethnicity as Korra. Peter was utterly speechless. A stunning goddess, or haunted specter, was in his very presence. He wanted to yell, run, fight, anything, but nothing was happening. Her hair and gown flowed as if she was submerged but he was well above sea level. His jaw went slack, he didn't blink. He just waited for what came next. Much to his surprise, she spoke again.

"I know this might be difficult to understand. But right now, all I need you to do now is listen. Your life depends on it."

A/N:

Okay it only took ten months to get this done and yeah I can give you a laundry list of reasons. Work, school, home, xbox. I won't bore you but it's been an incredibly exhausting year. Next year I'm taking off from school so I'll have more time to work on the story. I'll probably take some pick up classes next summer but that's a ways away.

So Peter had a lot to answer for this chapter and a whole lot of criticism. Now he's at the point where he has to stop shooting from the hips and start planning. Just because he stronger and faster then everyone (for now) doesn't mean he's invincible. I think this chapter conveyed that message fairly well.

And I bring you a few bombshells. Just to clarify, Korra thinks Peter is Spider-Man, she doesn't know. I'm going to have fun with her trying to prove it XD. I basically ripped that scene from an ultimate spider-man comic from vol.3 (I bought the trades not the issues). It was the scene when Kong puts two and two together and figures out Peters secret identity. That's all for now. If you have any questions feel free to drop a PM

Huge thanks to dibsonyourgear for editing this update. He helped me get this update out to you quicker since I didn't have to worry about every little detail like I usually do.

PS: Looking forward to my time off and there's a bunch of games I want to get. FFIV, Mafia3, BF1, Overwatch, Forza Horizon 3, and I don't know which one to get first. Any suggestions?

Enough about me let's get to the reviews.

Ani89: Thanks for believing dude! I can never see noir in the red and blues. It's just doesn't agree with his nature. I can't bring Venom and Carnage as they as they are in the comics. Too much history and back story too them so I can't really bend them the way I like. They could appear in another form. I'm favoring Carnage more than Venom.

coldblue: (The response is a little disjointed. Reading different reviews from different times.)

Questions

-The twins will return and they might show up to key people.

-No

-Maybe but not likely

-No, they don't interact enough.

-Yes. Varrick is an opportunist and Peter's a walking goldmine he will not ignore.

-might not be a second fight.

-Still working on that one. I'm thinking it'll be something to do with electricity but it could be something else.

-You'll just have to wait and see with that one.

Suggestions

-I agree and they will show up again.

-That's a good idea with the healing method but I decided to go a different route. I could work in the spiritual encounter in another scenario. I'll have to remember that one.

-I a lot in store for Varrick and he will be menacing and goofy at the same time.

Haven't stopped just super busy. I'm just a guy who likes to write so you can disregard this part if you like. If you're still looking for a job try to find one with good benefits. Warehouse jobs are pretty easy to get into. I work at one and with the benefits I was able to go back to school and I got health coverage. Be warned it's not for everyone. It's pretty tough physically and you're not dealing with the most upstanding people. But if you can overlook all that it can really help. Try for fedex or ups, there always hiring. Regardless of what you do with my advice I hope you pull through rough patch. Take care dude. Keep your head up and carry on

L'etranger0: heureuse que vous aimiez il, Hope that was the right translation.

foxvillage69: Eh I can't really say much about their relationship and not spoil anything. Let's just say we've reached similar conclusions. BTW, I did saw zootopia on a whim and it's actually a damn good film.

nickjudy72: I included the twins because I was playing bioshock infinite around the time I started writing this. They do serve a purpose and they are pretty invested at this point so I couldn't go back and replace them with O.U.A. without doing some serious revisions to the story. I'm not knocking your opinion it is valid. Their involvement pretty limited so I don't think it'll be too jarring. I've read stories where writers made executive decisions I flat out hated. Some were so bad that I stopped reading them. And they were well written too.

I'll have plenty of fillers here and there. I actually thinking of doing those in between books and a separate origin stories. Like one shots here and there. Good ides there.

That's not happening just because the spider god not going to be that big of a threat. It's really more of a personal challenge for Peter at this stage but that could change in the future. Only time will tell.

Dimensional Wanderer: Oh Peter loves to dig holes friend. Glad I kept everyone guessing with the 'will he go to the hospital or air temple island' thing. I intend to go deeper. Like why was Noir chosen over all the other spidermen, what's the relationship the spider god has to the avatar world just to name a few. And I got something special planned for Amon's inner workings. Might even make a little side story for it.

Symbolic Joker: Yeah I….Yeah I'm trying dude me really am. I think I'm improving though. I don't get discouraged. I enjoy this too much.

tigerdancer211: I'm not going that route. Pete's problems with the spider god isn't going to be permanent, I don't see it gong past the first book to be honest. As for the slayer armor, it will make an appearance here and there but again its nothing huge.

That AU story really doesn't appeal to my fancy. There are a lot of those on the site and I don't really like those type of crossovers. I was never crazy about them. I wouldn't read a halo reach story crossover with halo 4. Really sounds like a story you'd like to write. You got a good base and with a little polish I could see it taking off.

persin: I wasn't being serious there just kind of poking fun with you. I didn't take any offense, I just wanted to know your message was received.

tigeradventurer89:

-No about mentioning the others. He won't keep the name forever.

-Maybe. It'll be a real gut blow for him and he'll need some convincing.

-Can't answer that.

-No just no.

-Peter won't do that but Varrick definitely going to use and abuse Pete's alter ego for his own means. Can't wait till I get to that part.

-Yes to the webshooter but they could go to anyone really. As for Chiko, it's too early to say but it's a definite maybe.

-Again too early to say.

-I won't.

-absolutely not. I'm trying to maintain the tone the show had. That's why I kept the cursing and violence to a minimum.

-Varrick will be very interested in our wall crawler. And it for more petty reasons.

IonicArchitect: Probably.

tigerdancer21: I got something special planned for the spider god. It's not what you were thinking but I think you'll like it. And Yeah I'm JONESING for some Indy like parts myself. Especially after book one's done. (Please forgive the terrible joke.)

afan: Boy you must've loved this update man. I am going towards the spiderfu-esc part in the story. It will actually show up in the next chapter or two.

As for your story, it sounds good. Urban areas fit daredevil like a glove and you could work some interesting story angles with him being young. You should go for him after he was trained by stick and keep his blindness intact. Lots of juicy story bits you can use there. Good luck it the story. Let me know if/when you put it up.

titan616: The spider god put his healing factor into overdrive to get the toxin out of his system. As you read it wasn't a pleasant experience. And what you saw was his healing factor limping back to speed.

There's going to be some good spider villians coming to the avatar world. You won't be disappointed. And that's the reason I didn't want to get involved with spiderverse. I feel that it would derail the story.

Moon scented spi: its coming. I know when. I know how. And it will be amazing!

RG: I try to keep things gray. Considering the sting operation, both Beifong and Peter were right. Spider-Man does need some oversight as he's not entirely in control of himself but Beifong went to an extreme to prove this point. The twins will return.

Dante C. Emerys: I of the opposite mind. She arrested Korra, her men anyway, for breaking up a robbery. Trying to arrest her sister while not thinking of the political ramifications it would have for her mother. Trashing air temple island after her breakup with Tenzin. I just think that she can be very heavy handed with her actions and that traits is what made her the chief of police. Just my two cents.

Moving on to Amon and Sato, the man bankrolls Amon's entire operation. He's a major part of it. Amon wouldn't treat him as an underling but a co-conspirator. He may have final say with the equalist movements but Sato does have a voice in the decision making.

There might be some teasing here and there but the joke's losing steam.

Too many reviews to respond to and it's late. I'm going to go ahead and post and answer the rest of you guys in a later edit. That's what I get for being away for so long Hope you enjoy the update.