Web of Crime Chapter 2

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Also, WARNING: THERE ARE DRUG USE REFERENCES.

This is a fanfic about Peter being the son of a crime lord. There will be lots of drug references... so um. Keep that in mind and continue reading unless drugs are a trigger for you.

It was four AM in the morning and Peter, to say the least, was not impressed. He stood alone in the office that looked like it was furnished by a pretentious rich white man. The back wall was a complete glass window overseeing New York City which at four am was fairly uninteresting for the city that never sleeps. Before the window was an extremely large chair that probably could fit two adult men on its red cushioning with some room to spare. The mahogany desk that sat before the chair was equally as ridiculously large. The whole room was kinda large, the door frame, the chair and table, even the ceiling he was sitting on.

Peter was currently in his black and red Spider-Man suit with black tinted goggles sitting upside down from the ceiling. It was the suit he created with Norman's help that was strongly insulated able to handle withstand the heat and cold. Additionally, the suit was bullet-resistant able to stop a few shots before becoming unusable thanks to Oscorps and its powerful carbon nanotubes manufacturers, Oscorp is also how he was able to develop a mask with a built-in voice modulator. Around Peter's waist sat a utility belt with web fluid canisters, small silver canisters which were flashbang grenades and now after the incident of him falling down several metres into a bin he now had a spare set of web-shooters just in case.

Peter had been Spider-Man for around two years now starting at fourteen and this was his third suit. His first suit was simple cloth and web-shooters which he retired after being lit on fire. No amount of home ec classes could stitch that back together. His second suit had stronger web fluid and used Kevlar bulletproof padding. That suit had to be replaced after he realised baby blue was not an 'intimidating colour'. Mk III was the suit he made with Norman and the one he currently wore. He wished he was with Norman right now. Norman buys him doughnuts and doesn't schedule surprise meetings in the morning.

No, instead Peter was stuck in the CEO's office of Fisk Construction Company. It was a legitimate business that hired real workers and was separate from Fisk organised crime gang. Well, not completely separate. Small amounts of the stolen money were used by Fisk Construction to help buy tools, materials and other actual construction company stuff. Not because they needed money more so to put blood money back into circulation and have real money in their pockets. Little things could go unnoticed which is why Fisk Construction was so useful to the gang and why it had to stay separate. Fisk Construction wasn't the only project that put blood money back into circulation due to it having to be done in very small amounts but it was the best.

The sound of a door handle clicked behind him. Entering the room was a group of older men one in a distinct purple-black full bodysuit with a purple mask and cape. The most impressive feature of the man was the claws he wore which was not only capable of cutting through steel but also fire gas pellets to knock out enemies from afar. Personally designed by Peter of course. The other men were all dressed in expensive black suits, white button-up shirts and red ties. They were all significantly older than Peter and even had hairs starting to become grey.

"Took you long enough! I've been waiting for ten minutes. The meeting was supposed to start at three-fifty." Spider-Man wined to the group of older men as they came into the room.

"The boss lied to you cause you're often late." One of the older men wearing the suits said. His name was Louis. Screw Louis, he could stub his toe next time he goes to the bathroom for all Peter cared.

"It's not my fault that I break all my alarm clocks. If they didn't want me to throw them against the wall then why did they make them so loud?" Louis chose to ignore the boy sitting on the ceiling and walked over to the centre of the room with the other suited men. The only one to approach Peter was the man dressed almost as ridiculously as him.

"So Spider-Boy do you know why I had to wake up so early for this?" He really disliked that name.

"My guess is as good as your Prowler. Do you think It's an intervention for your bathing habits?"

"My what?"

"I got you soap for Christmas last year. You think that was just because it was on sale?"

"I think you're an asshole."

"That's just you, you're smelling."

"Big talk by someone who a solid five foot six."

"I'm five foot eleven and you know it, you bastard." Peter pointed a finger in the Prowler's masked face while still upside down. Not everyone was a tall freak of nature like him.

"Children please, enough of your bickering." One of the men in suits said. He was Jack, he had a scar on his lip, not from a knife or a fight but his ex-girlfriend slapping him across the face with a ring. He looked tough well built more of the muscular of the older man and one of the younger ones being the newest member of the upper levels of the gang besides Prowler and Spider-Man who were even newer additions. Jack was in charge of internal affairs between the gang. He was known for his less than responsible methods of ensuring loyalty which Peter was not a fan of.

What followed next was a period of silence. Peter was debating whether he should act out against the man who was more than okay with participating in the gruesome parts of running a gang. Stuff that made people scream and scar them for life.

Thankfully neither Peter nor Prowler had to say a word as the large doors opened to the room revealing a large and intimidating man. Everyone subconsciously stood straighter and even Peter hopped off the ceiling when the sheer presence of the man washed over them.

The floor felt like it shook with each step from the man as he stepped further into the room until he assumed his position in the chair that sat before the glass wall. He was a large man, he was almost two men tall and almost three men wide. A mountain of a man. At a first glance, some might think that what was under his white suit was tons of fat but in reality, only the outer layers were. A lot of the man was pure muscle. Enough to crush bones with one hand alone.

His face remained perfectly neutral but his eyes glared venom, Peter couldn't look him in the eyes when he was like this. He was thankful he wore black lenses so no one could see. Others weren't so lucky but for the sake of their pride, they looked him in the eyes much to their displeasure.

"I have summoned you all because I've received an unfortunate surprise." He spoke slowly but powerfully, reaching into his desk draw he pulled out a wooden box that was tiny in his massive hand. Placing the box in front of everyone on the desk he took off the lid not looking inside but rather looking at his followers' reactions.

Peter bit his lip under the mask. He wasn't an idiot and he knew the awful stuff his father has done. He's seen the aftermath of 'information gathering' it was never pretty. So much blood. Inside the box were ten objects. They were long and bloody on one side, it looked like they were cut with a rusty knife. None of the cuts was clean and left chunks of flesh still on. Fingers.

"One of our boys were jumped selling in Tombstone's territory. Tombstone apparently thought it was funny to send this back." Peter knew to sell on someone else's turf was a spit in the face, this just seemed excessive though.

It was quiet for a moment. The boss didn't speak and neither did Peter and his 'friends'. To speak unspoken was a sign of disrespect. Peter had never seen someone disrespect Kingpin in his own gang. He'd seen other wannabe crime lords get too big for their shoes and disrespect him. Losing fingers would be lucky.

"Should we finally take out Tombstone, boss?" Louis was the first to speak, we slightly bowed his eye refusing eye contact. He was one of the closer members to Kingpin and might get off with a slap on the wrist if spoken out of turn.

Kingpin shut his eyes for a moment. It was quiet. Uncomfortably silent. "We've been approaching Tombstone's turf and taking his profits for months and he's not shown any signs of retaliation. Why now? Why now does this pale bastard think he has the right to hurt my family?" It was silent again.

"Well?" He asked. Who was going to be the first to talk? Certainly not Peter.

"Tombstone is an old man whose only feat is not being dead. He belongs in a museum, not a crime war. Perhaps he's finally realised the time of knives and Tommy guns aren't exactly cutting it anymore and trying to take down as much of us as he can before he eventually succumbs to his failure. His gang is slowly dying and now he's trying to make our victory pyrrhic." It was Jack who spoke next. Surprising since Peter didn't think Jack knew what pyrrhic even was.

"If Tombstone wants a war he will get one. But this sudden retaliation is not exactly beneficial towards our business. I want him gone as quickly and as smoothly as possible." Personally, Peter thought that the best option was just to not tiptoe into other gangs territory but he guesses he's the only one that thinks that.

"Assassination?" Prowler was the one to propose. When it came to coming after the heads of crime it was Spider-Man and Prowler's job. They could get into any window and take out experienced fighters. Spider-Man took the job to break bones and send messages. Generally, Prowler got the more serious 'take out the competition permanently jobs.

"No. Tombstone has suddenly grown a pair of balls and I want to know why. Louis, you gather any information you can about Tombstone's recent acquisition of manhood. Prowler, you watch Tombstone's casino. I want to know if you spot any noticeable people entering. People with weird colours of skin, extra arms or weird weaponry. I want to know if Tombstone has started to change methods from Tommy guns to magic swords. Gregory," Gregory was another one of the older men in suits. "Tell the boys to stay away from Tombstone's turf for now. Tombstone thinks he can get away with this. He can't. I can't afford to lose face if any of my heads were to die either. Be on guard."

"Shouldn't Peter be here for this?" Jack spoke. "As your son, he might be a target."

"Peter will be made aware. He is at Oscorp currently." A small nod came from all of them. "Dismissed." Kingpin continued. Everyone left the room however as Spider-Man was about to leave the boss said, "Spider-Man wait."

Damnit. "Yes, boss?"

"Shut the door." Fuck. Peter shut the door to the office so the two of them took were alone. Silence again.

"Peter, take off the mask." Taking off the mask. He looked his adoptive father in the face.

"How was school yesterday?"

"Excuse me?"

"How was school? Did you have dinner alright last night? I had work but I ordered pizza."

"Yeah, Italian Pizza. I prefer New York style."

"New York Pizza is a mockery of what real pizza is. Italian." Peter rolled his eyes, he wasn't even Italian.

"School was fine. Harry has been whining that he can't get to Liz's birthday in a week or three. I don't particularly care."

"Pete. It's important for kids your age to build strong social bonds that last for years after high school. Harry just wants to be included, a few friends never hurt."

"I have a trip to Oscorp today. Maybe I should invite some classmates to go drug trafficking with me next Monday. I could give them some weapons if you'd like. Friend discount of course."

"You can be a part of the gang later. Right now you're a high schooler."

"You can't be serious?"

"I entirely am. Pete your teen years are important, if the gang gets in the way of that then maybe Spider-Man can have a break."

Wilson Fisk was many many many things. Murderer, drug and weapon dealer, connoisseur of Italian cuisine, but most importantly widower and grieving parent. Family always came first to his Dad after losing his wife and son he adopted Peter at the age of six a few weeks after his parents had died. That's probably why he cared about Peter. Overbearingly so. Turns out love doesn't require to be genetic and the fact that Peter was super durable meant Wilson never had to lose a son again, fortunately. That didn't stop his Dad from watching over his shoulder all the time.

"I'm the strongest person in this gang," his dad gave him an intimating glare. "Second strongest." He corrected. Peter still thought he could take him though. "You need me."

"I have been a crime lord longer than you have been Spider-Man the family can live without you." But he didn't want the family to live without him.

"Father, come on." Peter slightly begged. Wilson gave him a questioning look.

"Fine," he sighed. "But don't let your high school life go to waste, and stop wearing such baggy clothes to school you look like a drug dealer. Maybe if you wore some tighter clothes you could get a girlfriend." Peter blushed at his words from embarrassment and annoyance.

"Thank you, father." Peter walked back to the door putting back on his mask.

"Pete!"

"Yes?"

"Have a good day at school"

Harry was currently bored out of his mind. Harry looked over at Peter who sat next to him, Peter looked half asleep and recently was mauled by a bear. "I believe that understanding the lizard genome and applying it to our own is the key to human evolution." Dr Curt Connors stood at the front of the Oscorp lab teaching his class who were now at Oscorp to listen to body humanities next big advancements in science. Peter and Harry would have been interested in the topics Dr Connors was talking about. Taking the regenerative properties of lizards and giving them to humans was a Nobel prize-winning achievement. Dr Connors was going to be famous and other companies have tried stealing him away for his revolutionary breakthroughs in genetics. The only issue? Both Harry and Peter had heard this lecture a thousand times.

"Any questions?" The class looked half-dead at the one-armed scientist. He was a genius but admittedly not a very entertaining lecturer. The only person who didn't look like they wanted to jump out of a window and hit the pavement below at terminal velocity was a nerd named Gwen Stacy. She wasn't totally unattractive, by the boy's standards in her class. But she dressed in baggy sweaters, large glasses and brought up Lord of the Rings too much in conversations.

"Well, if you don't have any more inquires I will let you off, I hope you enjoy the rest of the tour." He picked up one of the lizards from their enclosure. "Or as little Izzy would say, see you later alligator."

No one laughed.

The class was escorted out of the lab by the tour guide going to their next destination. The spider exhibit. "Oscorp, unfortunately, had to cancel this project ten years ago after a child was bitten by one of the genetically altered Spiders causing health risks and lawsuits to get involved and putting this project on the back burner for years. Only recently have the project begun anew and we have reached the level as we did exactly ten years ago." The tour guide explained as they lead the class.

Harry leaned over to Peter and whispered, "ten years? Think the kid is dead? Do you think he's Spider-Man? Can you text Spider-Man and ask him if he remembers anything from ten years ago?"

"The kid was bitten by a genetically altered spider. Wouldn't be surprised if the kid was dead. And I doubt Spider-Man remembers anything. Do you remember anything when you were six?" The only thing Peter could remember at that age was a big bright fire and his parents screaming. His childhood had a few down points.

"No, I guess not." Harry shrugged.

The class had finally made it to the spider part of the tour. There were numerous glass enclosures of different spiders. "By splicing DNA from all different kinds of spiders it is possible to make the perfect specimen. The strongest venom, strongest webs, strongest everything. Unfortunately, DNA splicing is highly radioactive and unfortunately, this little guy won't survive long. The spider can't survive the radioactivity and will die in a few days and is completely infertile. You can see it here." She demonstrated to an empty enclosure.

"Where is it?" Liz Allen asked. The guide looked back at the enclosure seeing that the super spider wasn't there.

"Oh um... It's probably just hiding underneath the sand." The tour guide looked for the spider. A lot of spiders did burrow into the ground for their nest so she assumed that's just what happened.

"Well if you continue to follow me w-"

"Excuse me." The guide was interrupted by a voice at the back. The class turned their heads and saw Dr Norman Osborn himself. He stood confident and strong a towering presence which was the opposite for his son who was trying to disappear more into the crowd tucking his head more into his sweater.

"I don't mean to interrupt but could I borrow Peter for a moment." The class looked over to Peter. Who looked like a deer in headlights. When his dad said to get their attention he doubted he meant like this.

"Of course Dr Osborn." The tour guide responded. Great now all eyes are on him. He slowly walked through his peers who looked puzzled at Peter wondering why the kid who sleeps all day was being invited by a rich billionaire rather than his own son.

Peter finally made his way to Norman Osborn through his class who was still staring. Peter was not a fan of the attention and raised his shoulders to hide his face slightly despite it not doing much. "You're really screwing me over." He whispered under him breathe so only Osborn would hear.

"Haha! Nonsense Peter! I'm not screwing you over at all, come with me." Norman's confidant voice boomed completely reciting what Peter whispered ruining the secrecy he was trying to have. Norman started to walk away from the tour group with Peter following

"You're welcome by the way." The Doctor continued.

"For what? I've spent years cultivating my school persona as the loner kid with only one friend, I had my place on the social ladder and you completely messed it up."

"Would you have rather I left you in that boring tour group?" Norman asked fixing his green tie as he walked down the hall.

"So you just got me to get out of the tour group?"

"Haha, no Peter. We can discuss it in my office." Peter narrowed his eyes. His office was one of the few places that couldn't be monitored by Oscorp security or overheard by a passing worker. In other words, Norman wanted Peter for his less than legal connections.

"I heard there was a robbery. How'd that go?"

Norman let out a tired sigh, "Recording show it was a young female who snuck in. Fortunately, security did its job and blocked off any exits. Unfortunately, a stolen grappling hook bracelet can in fact be used to get out of a building with all exits sealed off. Something to improve on."

"So the theft is still at large running around with stolen Oscorp tech?" Peter smirked at his friend's father knowing it irked him to point out his companies failure. "All by a little girl by the sounds of it."

"Might I remind you that this 'little girl' isn't the only one with stolen Oscorp Technology?" He asked rhetorically. Damnit, curse you Spider-Man and your need for high-quality suits.

"Might I remind you that yo-"

"We're here." Osborn interrupted. He opened the door to his office allowing Peter to enter in first. What a gentleman. He took Peter to the seat before his desk allowing him to sit down on the chair which felt like sitting on concrete. Norman sat on his own chair which had a suspicious amount of cushions and support to Peter as his chair was clearly not meant for long discussions.

"So what's the issue? Do you want drugs? Do you want pot brownies? Oh my God, it's happening. We are going to get high and design weapons. You know how long I've waited for this moment?"

"Not quite," Norman was a little disturbed at the boy's eagerness to get high with him. "I recently became aware that an old rival of mine. Otto Octavius. Has recently come up with some groundbreaking technology. I'm sure you understand how competition can bring out the worst in us."

Peter glared at Norman harshly, "I'm not killing an innocent scientist."

"Peter do you really think so little of me? I merely want you to get Spider-Man to sneak into his lab and steal his work and delete what he has. He's running on promises of grandeur in limited amounts of time. If he can't deliver on those promises then he runs out of money. Simple, no blood has to be shed." Norman made it sound so innocent as if he was merely taking what was rightfully his.

"You know I can't organise this kinda stuff. You have to ask father for this." Norman scowled showing clear displeasure.

"Can't Spider-Man do this himself, without Fisk? I'm willing to pay him and you directly." Norman took out a chequebook from his desk. "Well? Name your price?"

"My 'price'," Peter exaggerated the word. "It whatever my father deems fair."

"Bah, you teenagers aren't as greed as I remember. Wish my son had some backbone like you. Can't blame a guy for trying though." Norman shrugged putting the chequebook away. He leaned back in his chair staring at the roof.

"Why not just ask father, surely you're rich enough to pay for a simple robbery?" Peter asked questionably looking at the grown man leaning back in his chair.

"Fisk has been jacking up the prices for me after recent purchases." Peter looked at Norman strangely. Usually, Peter was the one who delivered to Norman. Nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe his Dad just wanted more money from a rich man he knew he could get it from.

"So I just assumed it would be easier paying for just Spider-Man and his engineer to do the job for me." Norman continued.

Before Peter could argue that Spider-Man was only working for Fisk, Norman held up a finger quieting Peter. A small blinker went off on his desk.

A moment the sound of heels tapping against the floor started to echo from the hallway outside of Norman's office. It was quite rapid someone must have been doing their best to run as fast as possible in heels without falling. Only a few seconds later the tour guide came bursting into the room.

"The experimental spider escaped and bit one of the kids!"

"Again?" Norman asked.

I know I know. A lot of talking not much action. But hey, one of the people in Peter's class got the spider bite... I wonder who? Anyway, a little peek into Wilson and Peter's relationship, from the caring dad and scary boss.

I made this chapter pretty quickly as I'll be going on a quick family trip and without my computer, I'll have to write on my phone which might unmotivate me to write.