Well writing on my phone cause I'm on a trip and don't bring my computer so now I'm trying to write on the phone… it has been a new experience which is one I'd personally rather not repeat anyway.

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Peter sat upon the top of the Empire State Building. No, not at the top floor, Peter was currently at the very top. He was currently sitting on the radio tower at the very top eating a churro. It was nice up there, he was alone. Just him and moon. Peter often came to the tallest buildings just to think. It was peaceful, serene. It was incredible how much the city differed from the rooftops of New York. The pigeons up here weren't selfish annoying morons and certainly made for better company, you could go anywhere without having to bump into someone every three seconds, and most importantly he was alone. The rooftops were just his.

Finishing off the churro he licked the sugar from his fingers before putting on his glove and mask back on. Standing up Peter looked at the city below, so busy so many people. Yet no one would ever look up into the night sky and see him. Letting himself fall off the Empire State he just let himself free fall passing scaring the hell out of a couple in the busy of a romantic date.

Free-falling down Peter allowed the feeling of air resistance pushes back on him evening his body out. The lights coming out of the windows as Peter passed at increasing kinda reminded him of entering hyperspace in Star Wars. The first leap was always the best. It was when you felt the air push back and the lights of New York pass you by. It was calming in the I'm free-falling towards the concrete and might die kinda way. Although Peter wasn't in the mood to die. He had a job to do.

Sending an arm out he let web shoot out with a thwip from his web shooter towards the nearest building. Peter let his momentum carry him through the air, a normal person's arm socket would have been injured and likely dislocated. Peter wasn't exactly a normal person though. As if on a gigantic swing he felt inertia push down on him before the pressure was lifted sending him flying through the air. Then the next swing and then the next, continuously swinging from building to building.

Dr Osborn had, despite the apparent price increase. Had hired Spider-Man to steal Dr Octavius' new project. Peter didn't know whether it was out of a desire to take credit for 'a scientific breakthrough' or out of malice for his intellectual rival. Either way, Norman had paid the gang and so he was required to steal whatever Octavius was making. Peter was a little eager to find out what prompted such a reaction. Peter hoped it was nanotech. Tony Stark was working on nanotech according to his blog. Which Peter of course didn't read or else Norman would have his head.

Peter webbed himself to the address, swinging around corners and leaping over buildings. Peter wasn't expecting a massive building that towered over the others like Oscorp or Stark Tower. He knew every scientist lived in the penthouse or could casually buy an aeroplane. Although, Otto was something else.

Peter stood on the ledge of the neighbouring building to Otto's lab. Tapping his mask twice on the temple his lens when green signifying he had activated night vision mode. He could see through the easily breakable window that the lab actually had a fair amount of room. When Peter dived through the window, it made the glass scatter everywhere against the floor with a crash. Oops.

It was fine Otto was at his home ten minutes away sleeping soundlessly. Peter had some room for error when it came to stealth thankfully. Otto's lab was a complete mess.

It looked like what Peter imagined Flash's room to look like. There were fast food wrappers scattered across the floor, there was no method of placement. Desks and whiteboards were placed randomly throughout the lab. Otto had never heard of feng shui, was this place designed by a blind man? Was that Otto's grand breakthrough? Technological eyes for blind people cause Otto needed it.

Peter kept walking through the lab till he found it. Norman underestimated his rival. Norman thought that Otto was still in his planning phase but before Peter stood a clear prototype. Whatever the device was it was some sort of harness with four long metallic appendages. It was still in the very very early stages. The long metallic tentacles were just an exoskeleton which is only made it look more ominous to Peter. He's played enough animatronic horror games to know that a broken robot was always scarier than a working one.

The harness was attached to large wires that were in turn connected to a large computer. Peter walked overstepping over burger wrappers to the computer. Digging a finger between where his mask and suit connected, Peter pulled out a USB that was hidden under his suit pushing against his neck. The next suit Peter makes is going to have pockets. Or at least have a utility belt that doesn't just hold flashbangs, spare web-shooters and fluid.

The USB was a little gift from Norman. It would be able to hack the password allowing Peter to run the next function of the USB, copying and deleting all data on the computer. Placing it into the computer Peter all had to do was wait. Turning on the computer he waited for the USB to break the password. Peter leaned up against the desk, Norman said it shouldn't take more than an hour but by the looks of this computer, it might just break that record. There must have been gigabytes upon gigabytes of data.

After a few minutes, the computer's password was something for Peter to no longer worry about which left Peter with an interesting decision. He could wait and be bored out of his mind or understand what this weird four-armed thingy was. Peter just assumed it wasn't just for big group hugs.

Peter accessed Dr Octavius' computer trying to open files before they were deleted. He had a long time before Norman's little gift would do its job. After a few minutes of skipping through Otto's work, he came to understand it. Not understand how it works or could be replicated but he understood the premise.

It appears that the Doctor was suffering from a degenerative neurological disorder, explaining why he was so eager to complete this project. It could save him from complete paralysation. The thought of not being able to move being fed through a straw was not one Peter liked to entertain. Shaking the thought out of his head he contained to research.

It was brilliant. It was. He used A. I connected to the brain to control the arms. It was genius, this man was gifted. It was no wonder Norman saw him as a rival. Although all scientists come with their ups and downs. Dr Connors was brilliant but an awful public speaker and was weirdly attracted to his lizards. Dr Octavius could make mechanical limbs that could be connected to the brain. The only issue was that he was awful at A. I design.

Peter had 'not read' Tony's paper on A. I and how his JAVIS was a sea of data. Siri on Peters iPhone had millions of lines of data and his Siri kept hearing ball instead of call. What Otto had was just simply unsafe to put inside his head, he may as well put a bullet in his head because attaching this to his spinal cord might just end up the same result. It would ruin his brain. Maybe if he had more time to fix it or get more help then maybe this issue could be fixed but as it was this was a health risk. Either way, not his issue. The USB was almost done stealing the data, just a couple of minutes- click!

"What the hell," Peter whispered underneath him breathe. Someone was entering the front door. Thankfully the lab was large as Peter noted before, large enough for a teen boy to hug the ceilings enough to stay out of direct

The intruder turned on the lights revealing himself to be an unattractive man. Huh, kind of a letdown. The man walked tiredly through the lab, Peter could see from here that he wore similar bags underneath his eyes. Well, not exactly similar. If Peter was a six then Otto would have been an eight. The man was one night away from going to sleep and never waking up again.

The name on his lab coat revealed himself to be Otto Octavius. Shit. The information Peter got on the man was that he lived at the office but an email from his Doctor which Peter's gang had found 'legally' had said that Otto was to take a break. These two Doctors opinions differed as Otto walked into the room.

Peter was worried that Otto would have noticed the shattered glass near the window but Otto's body seemed to be suffering from negligence. Peter has seen this before at Oscorp, the scientist would stop eating, rarely drink any water and treat sleep as an opinion.

"Bah, what does that Doctor know! Sleep is good for you? Any five year old can tell you that. Do you know what's even better than sleep? Motor control. I think my research is a little more important than a few hours of rest. I'll show that glorified nurse what a real doctor is." Octavius rambled to himself. He walked with a struggled gate. His disease must be having more effect on his life, it was no wonder he was rushing his project.

Peter admittedly when felt a pang of guilt for what was required next but he had a job to do. It wasn't like he was a bad person, this was just business. There were people homeless dying on the side of the road in New York but Peter never had a second thought about them. How many people earned their bonus and spent it on a hot tub rather than give it to charity. People spend more money gambling and at strip clubs than giving it to people that mattered. No Peter wasn't a bad guy, this was just the world they lived in. The weak tried to become the strong while the strong tried to remain strong by any means necessary.

"Huh? What's this?" Okay, maybe not completely incapable of recognising changes. The shattered glass he can't see but a tiny USB and suddenly he's Hawkeye.

Otto hobbled over to his computer. Peter cringed as his eyes open wide noticing that the half-dead guy was approaching the currently being stolen data.

"What the hell?" Otto examined his computer clicking away looking over his files. "Where is it. Where is it!" Otto could yell pretty loudly for a guy who was probably running on only Doritos and Mountain Dew.

His eyes darted over to the USB. "What are you?" He questioned with interest. He reached over but just before his fingers could grasp it his arm was pinned to the table by a sticky web.

Peter jumped down from the ceiling behind Otto who was busy trying to remove his web from his hand which just got his other hand stuck. Nice move Doctor.

Otto looked over his shoulder to see Peter, at first he was shocked. Although that shock seemed to quickly evolve into anger. "Spiderman!"

"It's Spider-Man. There's a hyphen, I can tell."

"You bastard get out of my office!" Peter nonchalantly strolled next to Otto, hands in imaginary pockets till he leaned up against the desk.

"Oh, Otto Otto Otto. You know I can't do that. Just let me do my job and don't you worry your… pretty sleep-deprived face." Peter had brought one finger up sliding it along Octavius' jawline suggestively. Otto didn't see it like Peter did and found Peter's loveable antics seemed to find it more infuriating. Peter was worried that the bulging vein in his forehead would explode.

"What do you want?"

"You're a smart guy. I'm sure you can figure it out." Otto glared at the USB. Peter thought he might make a dive for it with his teeth for a moment.

"You can't do this. This is my life's work. It will improve the lives of millions. You can't comprehend what you are interfering in."

"I can't?" Peter had a strong feeling he really could. "Hate to tell you this one Doc, but you webbed to a table. So until my web fluid dissolves and you contemplate whether this whole bondage thing is something you like it or not. I can do whatever I want."

Almost on cue, the USB had finished its program. Both Peter and Otto looked at the blank screen without any documents. Peter ejected the USB placing it back beneath the suit.

Peter walked away from Otto who was still struggling with the webbing. "Who!"

Peter turned around, "excuse me?"

"Who did this. I refuse to believe a moron like you knows what you've stolen." Okay ouch. Peter's feelings were slightly hurt.

"Get over yourself, you've invented some glorified prosthetics."

"Prosthetic? Listen here boy," he spat venomously. "What I create is not mere prosthetics. I'm changing the world, I wouldn't expect a Neanderthal to understand."

"Listen here, asshole. I'm going to deliver this USB, watch some T.V and sleep like a baby. I wouldn't expect a person webbed to a table to understand." As much as Peter would love to spend his night right before the weekend with Otto in his wonderful mood. Peter had a hundred better things to do.

Before Otto could get another word out Peter shot a web into his face covering his mouth Peter of course waiting a few seconds to make sure he could still breathe through his nose.

"That will dissolve in three hours so… I don't know. You're a smart guy you'll figure it out." Peter kicked a chair to Otto as he made his way to the shattered window to at least not make his waiting somewhat bearable. He got what he came for. Shooting webs on either side of the window he slowly started to walk backwards before giving Otto one last look. "Hey, I know we haven't had the best first impression but I just want you to know. Your glasses make you look like a nerd." With that elegant line, Peter let his feet unstick to the floor causing the elasticity of the webs to send him through the already broken window like a rocket.

Finally, he was done with that. All he had to do was deliver the data to Norman and he'd never have to worry about this nonsense again. Right after he punched Gregory in his stupid face for giving him shitty information. Oh just go in collect the data and go out simple as that. Greg just forgot to mention the man lives at his lab.

Peter tried shaking the thoughts out of his head, he'd focus enough on it. It was an awkward situation that was better left in the past, now he could just ignore it and pretend it never happened.

Maybe on the way home, he'd swing by and get another churro, something to distract him from the little prick of guilt poking him in the neck. But hey that's life in a gang for you. Not the most morally ethical of work but Peter had enough money to live in first-class luxury. It's hard to feel anything less than amazing while getting a back massage and being fed chocolate-dipped everything.

Although Peter did wonder what Norman wanted with Otto's technology. Was it purely to screw him Octavius and ensure that he wouldn't be funded? Oscorp had developed technology but nothing worth noting, it was a place of genetic innovation so suddenly developing Otto's tech would be suspicious. Would Norman himself claim that he came up with the design? Plenty of scientists who were desperate for fame was okay with attaining it with suspicious circumstances. Then again Norman was an attention hog and probably wouldn't want to miss the chance to rub Otto's face in his success.

Peter felt the air pressure push against his suit as he swung his way to Oscorp. Much like his rival, Otto, Norman also barely ever Oscorp adopting it as his home. If he was anywhere he'd be there. If not he could just give the USB to Harry on Monday and he gives it to his father.

Peter continued to swing through New York preferring to take a more scenic route to Oscorp. Maybe he'd visit Avengers Tower. Most avengers spent very little time in New York either fighting huge threats to the universe, in space or other countries. Peter had once considered sneaking in but his father shut down that thought immediately. The gangs of New York had an unspoken law. Never mess with the superhero crowd. If suddenly the avengers realised that crime was a bigger threat than space wizards no gang would survive.

Keep quiet, avoid messing with avenger level heroes and if you do mess that up. Give up and hide. With mutants and all kinds of super people popping up in recent years, there is an arms race of attaining superpowers.

Peter bit his lip, as much as he'd love to look inside Avengers tower and take a peek at Stark tech it would most likely end in the destruction of his Father's gang.

Peter ignored that voice in the back of his head telling him how cool it would be to pilot an Iron-Man suit and continued to swing forwards towards Oscorp.

He had been swinging by for quite some time before he heard it. Being above the city allowed granted Peter a quiet that was impossible below. A quiet that Peter's enhanced hearing exploited. It was quiet at first, a dull thud that if Peter was distracted he would have missed. Peter slowed down focusing on the sound that he kept hearing after he had made some distance. It sounded like metal hitting an object.

Peter's eyes darted below, above, left and right as subtlety as he could. He was being followed but from where. Peter retired from swinging opting to travel by rooftop. Swinging made him too visible but the metal noise soon stopped occurring. Had whatever it was given up or was the metal thing only effective when he was swinging?

Peter started to travel by rooftop activity night vision being sure not to look down as to get blinded by New York's bright streets. The person tailing him must've been unaware of his suit's capabilities cause when he made a turn or looked up at a plane he saw a small figure in his peripheral.

Peter's eye twitched. Seriously, a stalker? Peter didn't know whether to be flattered or annoyed. Considering how this stalker was preventing him from getting to Oscorp he would guess the latter. Peter couldn't exactly pinpoint their location but they were too far away for Peter just to turn and web them. He considered just running after them but he had no idea who they were and how easily they could escape him. Generally, if you're being followed you would go to a crowded area. Peter looked down at the spider suit he was wearing, yeah, that wasn't an option. Thankfully Peter knew the person following him was somewhere behind him and was fairly inexperienced to trailing otherwise Peter wouldn't have noticed them. Peter ran to the edge of the building he was on and jumped down. He stuck to the wall only two metres from the roof. If whoever was trailing him followed his route then they'd be forced to peek over the edge and would meet a very annoyed Spider-Man.

Peter waited, his heart beating strongly in his chest as the sound of footsteps approached. Tap, tap, tap, the tapping was soft and quiet. Soon the footsteps were directly above him. He felt his heart pump adrenaline in his heart, his muscles surging with energy as Peter tensed. Peter didn't even see the stalker, the moment movement attracted his eyes from the stalker peeking over the edge Peter leapt.

The stalker shoot their head back relying on the two-metre gap, but Peter had the advantage of surprise and super strength. His legs had sent him flying through the air, arm outstretched ready to grab his stalker by the throat. The stalker was able to fling their head back narrowly missing Peter's fingers. The Stalker fell back away from the edge of the roof of the building landing on their ass with a thud and a small squeal of pain.

Peter landed on the edge of the building in a crouched position, he had narrowly missed his stalker but in his hands was some high-tech goggles. This is what the creep must have been using to see him in the dark. Pretty impressive stuff, Peter could tell just from a quick glance that they were well made, durable while remaining quite stylish. Peter himself had known the issues of compromising proficiency for appearance. Shaking his head he chose to focus on the real issue, the stalker.

Peter was actually quite pleasantly surprised. Peter thought that the one to stalk him would be some grizzled veteran with an evil goatee, carrying an arsenal of weapons with katana's and maybe even an eyepatch. This was not what he was expecting. The stalker looked up at him with green eyes of fury as if Peter had slapped her across the face rather than just steal her goggles. She was young, like really young. No, she wasn't eight, she looked around Peter's own age. She couldn't have been out of high school yet. She wore a tight jumpsuit that hung tight on her body which Peter definitely wasn't looking at it, in his defence she was the one looking at him first. Why did super villains have to be so hot? As much as peter liked to... examine her suit his eyes were drawn to her most predominant feature, her snow-white hair. Did she dye it?

The stalker glared daggers at Peter, he would have found it intimidating except for he was more distracted by her emerald eyes. Damnit Peter, get your head in the game. Fricking puberty. "You stole my goggles!" She accused angrily.

"You stalked me!"

"You stole!"

"You stalked!"

"You stole!"

"You. Stalked. Me!" He emphasised each word.

"Speaking slower doesn't make you any. Less. Of. A. Jackass" She spoke with spaces in between imitating him. The girl got up from the floor dusting her suit off while simultaneously glaring at Peter which in all honesty was a little impressive. "Give me back my goggles! I stole them fair and square."

"What are you? five? You can't steal what's stolen."

"Can too!"

"Can not!"

"Can too!"

"Can not!"

"Can too!"

"Look we aren't going to get anywhere like this. Let's just agree-"

"That your suit is too tight." She interrupted.

"Oh, that's rich coming from you!"

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"I mean that I've met literal sex workers who dress more conservatory than you." Peter was forced to attend multiple 'business meetings' as the heir to his father's criminal empire and in doing so he often had to sit on the sidelines watching, sometimes talking to the entertainment. That entertainment being strippers and prostitutes. It wasn't all bad, they were kind to him and taught him all kinds of things. No, not those kinds of things. More like how to behave at those meetings or treat other people. More social skills, why did everyone think he needed more social skills?

"How dare you! I didn't come here to be judged by some sort of pervert. I'm only sixteen you freak!" He was sixteen too! He couldn't explain that to her but he thought it pretty hard. Curse your secret Identity! "Give me back my googles now!" The girl made a lunge for Peter, but he didn't even need his spider-sense to see it coming he merely sidestepped out of the way. He had to catch the girl by the back of her suit so she wouldn't go falling off the rooftop into the alley below.

Holding her up she was slightly shorter than Peter so he could raise his arm lifting her feet away from the ground, she kind of looked like a grumpy cat. "Well, that didn't end well for you, um... I assume your name is Crystal? Karma? Krystal with a K? Or some other stripper name based on your outfit." Peter commented.

"It's Black Cat Spider-Perv." Peter held the hand holding the goggles to his chest in fake offence.

"I'm not a pervert."

"Sounds like something a pervert would say."

"I'm not going to be lectured about sexual ambiguity by a stalker."

"I didn't stalk you! I saw you swinging by and got curious."

"So then you followed and watched me while hiding. The only thing you need more than mental health is a dictionary." If she glared any harder at Peter he was worried he would burst into flames. Peter didn't know what he was going to do with his stalker, should he just drop her off the top of this building? That would certainly deal with the issue. Unfortunately, his thoughts were cut off by his spider-sense flaring up. Black Cat as she apparently called herself raised a leg intentionally aiming for a certain part of his body which he certainly didn't want to be kicked in.

Letting go of the white-haired girl to avoid being kicked in the groin he jumped back losing his grip on the girl but he still had her goggles in the other hand. "Did you just try to kick me in the dick? Who does that!"

"Not my fault it's such a small target." She smirked. Ouch. That was an unnecessary low blow.

"Yeah well... I have your goggles." Peter mentally slapped his forehead. Really? That was the best he could do?

"Really that's the best you can do?" Peter screamed mentally for her to shut up. "Well, I'm very proud of you small dick," Seriously what the hell, leave his genitalia out of this, he honestly preferred Spider-Perv. "But I think I have something a little better than that." She waved a long metallic belt in front of him. Huh, that sure did look familiar but where? Looking down Peter realised where he recognised it.

"Hey! That's mine!"

"Oh really, cause last I checked it wasn't in your hands. How about this, everyone who is holding a belt raise your hand," She raised her hand. "Nope, just me? Oh well to bad." Before Peter had a chance to argue the girl sprinted to the side of the building and jumped. Huh, guess that issue worked itself out thought Peter. That was until he heard the familiar sound of metal hitting something. The sixteen-year-old girl had some sort of grapple hook bracket thingy which when she jumped off fired allowing her to swing across the street before crashing through an apartment window.

Great now this was going to deal with this. Peter put the goggles around his neck and ran forward using his super strength to leap across the gap and shot webs on either side of the broken window to pull him that little extra distance. Black Cat had smashed through the window sending glass everywhere landing on a family dinner table that was currently in use before using her momentum to flip of it landing with the grace of a gymnast. She turned around and saw a black and red blur shoot at her landing on the table. The family that Peter assumed owned the apartment staring at the two in shock, their jaws dropped showing the food they were currently eating. Gross.

"My belt, please." Peter half asked, half demanded. Peter didn't think it would be that easy which was a prediction that proved to be correct when Black Cat grabbed a butter knife from the table and threw it at crouch height. Peter quickly jumped up landing upside down on the ceiling which Black Cat took advantage of to run through the apartment trying to escape out the door. "Why does she keep aiming for the dick," Peter muttered to himself before jumping off the ceiling to trial after her.

Black Cat looked back to see Peter following behind. She ran through the kitchen, then the living room finally making it to the apartment door. Charging forward with all her might he shoved her shoulder against the door hearing the lock snap off sending the door flying open as her momentum carried her sending her into the hallway's wall. Shaking her head trying to get rid of the pounding in her head after running through a door. She turned around and saw Peter on her tail so she continued to run down the hallway. Who was this guy? He must be laser-focused right now. If she were to get caught it would mean instant death. This man was ready to take her life.

Meanwhile in Peter's brain. 'Shit, did I leave the oven on?'

Black Cat sprinted down the hallway running for her life. Should she take the elevator? No, he'd catch up in an instant. She could try bursting through another apartment room but that just hurt her shoulder. Rather she ran for the stairs with Peter hot on her tail. She had to make the distance. Despite all the jokes she had been warned about Spider-Man. He was the Kingpin's ultimate weapon. No criminal dared make rivalries with superheroes. Well, the idiotic villains who wanted to fight more than commit actual crime did, but they were stupid. She was a thief and she like most criminals would be taken down by just a street-level hero. Unfortunately, Spider-Man was hero level and gang wars were already hard enough without a person who could shatter skulls with grip strength alone jumping in out of nowhere. Black Cat shuttered at the thought. This monster is probably thinking about torturing me and killing her slowly.

Still in Peter's mind. 'Huh, she's really cute from behind.'

Black Cat ripped open the door to the stairs trying to make every second count to escape this spider-themed psychopath. Not bothering to jump down the stairs she jumped over the railing landing below on the edge of a staircase holding on to the rail as to not fall to her death. She repeated this action again and again making her way down the stairs jumping between staircases below.

Peter watched the girl who so far despite demonstrating no superpowers except for extreme bitchiness jump off the railing down several flights of stairs. "Why is every cute girl insane? I swear every girl can be as hot as long as she is equal part crazy." Peter thought before he proceeded to jump off the railing. Hey, he wasn't going to be outdone by some basic white girl.

"Now who's the stalker!" She called him jumping down from rail to rail.

"Still you! He shouted back.

Black Cat started huffing and puffing. Turns out that jumping down the height of half an apartment building did quite a number of her. Even worse she just spent a night trying to break into some rich guys apartment before getting distracted by some web-swinging moron. She was running low on energy and looking up the Spider-Perv was still right behind her. His creepiness has made him strong. Black Cat was too distracted jumping down from the railing she landed on the edge of the stairs below. Fatigue got to her though and her foot slipped off. "Shit."

Peter saw the girl fall. She hit the rail on the way down with a bang which him cringe. That couldn't have felt good. Peter stopped for a second watching the girl fall down the centre of the stairwell in between the staircases plummeting towards the ground floor. Well he could let her fall and he could take his belt from her pancake-like corpse but in his experience cleaning other people's blood off his stuff was always unpleasant. You never know what kind of diseases they have.

Leaping forward he shot towards the ground arm extended to shoot a web. The web connected with her foot, using the strength in one arm he pulled her towards him. "Hey, let go of me creep!"

"I am trying to save you!"

"I can save myself!" She wriggled in his arms trying to push him away. He held on tight though, less because he wanted to spend time with her more so that if they were to break apart now both of them would probably be sent into stairs and for him to end up with possible broken bones, she is probably dead. Peter used his super strength to stop her from pushing him away with one arm and used his other to send a web onto a rail above. The web stretched and his arm strained as he essentially did bungee jump while holding the rope which is something people should never do. Thankfully his super strength pulled through and the two teens slightly bounced harmlessly up and down.

"Can you get your hands off me?" She asked. Peter noticed she had a pretty nasty bruise on her forehead from where she hit the railing while falling.

"That's a weird way to say. 'Oh thank you Spider-Man, I'm just an idiot that has the same parkour skills as Michael Scott.'" The girl growled at him. Maybe it was safer to take the fall and break bones than have this girl in his arms, she looked fully ready to rip out his eyes with a rusty spoon.

"Let me go!" Peter shrugged. If that was what she wanted then he would be happy to provide. He let Black Cat go continuing her fall, she let out a scream caught off guard by the sudden drop. Peter rolled his eyes shooting a web with his other hand stopping her from falling any further than a couple of metres. "You dick!"

"You said to let me go. I did. I just can't win with you can I? But I'll help you out, you give me my belt and I'll try to drop you softly."

"Oh, you mean this belt." She held it up teasingly with a smirk. Even while being held upside down from a fall that might kill her she still was able to annoy the person who was keeping her alive. "Oops." She dropped the belt.

"Damnit!" He made his belt pretty durable but he would still rather not have it dropped down a stairwell. Peter swung sending Black Cat to safety swinging her into a railing before letting go of the web which was keeping him up allowing him to free fall again. Back Cat gave a small wave to Peter as he passed, she had goggles in her hand. When did she do that? Annoying cat. Peter had no time to think about it and chased his belt.

Peter walked outside Oscorp wearing a large hoodie and jeans. After his encounter with Black Cat, he chose to swing home and change into Peter Parker and give Osborn the USB as Peter to avoid any more catty situations. That stupid delivery took way too long. Peter looked at his phone. It was three AM. Peter sighed, he was so tired. But he was done, he wouldn't have to deal with any more stupid issues. He could just go home do some homework and relax. Maybe he'll take a bath. God knows he could use one. Peter took a sniff of himself and super senses and super stench was not a good combo.

"Peter?" A quiet meek voice spoke behind him. Seriously what could it possibly be, Peter has had enough today. Turning around Peter saw the familiar red hair and big green eyes. Well, he could only see one eye as one of her eyes had a large bruise giving her a black eye. She wore large baggy clothes similar to what Peter was wearing and her hair was a complete mess rather than her usual long wavy hair that looked like it took ten minutes to do.

"Mary Jane?"

Hey, this chapter went on much longer than I plan. I usually try to do around 2000 words a section with 2 sections per chapter but this went on surprisingly longer than I thought. The next chapter is going to be some Peter and MJ time... I'll tell you now I'm not a huge MJ x Peter shipper. I almost prefer every other ship with the best being Spider X Deadpool (Unfortunately I don't think I'm able to write a good 4th wall breaker so no Spiderpool. R.I.P), obviously. So the next chapter is going to be pretty chill and not too much excitement. But I got plans for Chapter 5.