answers to reviewers questions or statements:

rmarcano321: No reason in particular, I just liked her character from the show. I chose riverdale because for a small town, lot of stuff goes on in it.

Boris Yelstin: Yeah, they'll appear and perhaps Cheryl will take in interest in Peter if nothing else to stick it to Veronica. Plus she's a red head and we all know Peter's standing with red heads.

treyalexander63917: Not sure yet, still deciding what I'm going to do with her once Veronica moves to Riverdale and she's stuck at Spence with Peter.

Guest: How Veronica discovers Peter is Spider-man will be interesting, and somewhat like how Ned found out Peter's secret in the movie. We'll see.

Dopeenight: Peter will be stepping out of his shell a little more here since he dosent have to worry too much about attracting unwanted attention to himself like he would at Midtown, like joining a sports team. No, he is not going to go the route Toby Meguire did in Spider-man 3, just nooooo... as for being more like Kaine, maybe when I get to introducing him to Sabrina and he interacts with the darker more supernatural side of things he'll get more of an edge to him.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel or Riverdale characters seen, mentioned or used.

Peter let out a sigh as he sat on the edge of a fairly tall building overlooking Times Square clad in his suit. He was just let out of school a few hours ago and after completeing his chemistry homework, oddly easy but still more advance then what's taught at Midtown, and his other subjects, Biology, Spanish and English literature studies, Peter decided to head out into the city to see what was up.

Queens has been quiet lately, nothing too major, so Peter decided to check out the rest of the Boroughs. He gave the Bronx a quick run through, nothing bad except a few drug deals that Peter was happy to break up. A few attempted car jackings in Brooklyn and he had just arrived in Manhattan to take a break before he gave the island a quick patrol before finishing off in Staten Island.

"Still think Staten Island should be given to Jersey" Peter said with a yawn as he laid down on his back, his feet still dangeling over the edge, and stared up at the night time sky.

He laid there for a few minutes, watching the distant flashing lights of Planes landing at or taking off from JFK International airport. Peter used this time to glance at his latest web shooters, now outfitted with a sort of gauge to let him know how much web fluid he had left. He was still in the green, but he'd have to reload a new capsule before he entered Staten Island.

"Gotta think of a way to increase fluid capacity for my capslues without having to increase the size to the point I'd have to redesign my web shooters in their entirerty to compensate" Peter said to himself as he reached down towards his suit's belt to see how many capsules he had left.

Peter let out another yawn as he stood back up and prepared to leap intot he air and shoot another web line out and begin making his way through the city that never sleeps when he felt his spider-sense go off.

"The heck-" Peter began before he just made out the faint click of a trigger on a gun being squeezed before it was followed almost instantly by the thundering echo of a gunshot going off.

Peter used every bit of speed and reflexes his enhanced body had to move out of the way just in time for the bullet to graze pass his shoulder. If he was a milisecond slower, that bullet would have torn through his shuolder and done a lot more damage, perhaps outright render Peter's arm inoperable for the rest of the night.

"GAAH!" Peter yelped as he took cover behind a large air conditioning unit as his hand flew to his now bleeding shoulder "What the hell?!"

Peter winced at the cold air aggrivating his wound before he took a deep breath and covered it in a thick pouch of webbing. Peter gritted his teeth from the stinging sensation of the web fluid pouring into the wound and webbing it close.

"Not the most sanitary... but it'll do until I get a couple of bandages" Peter said as he took a few deep breaths to try in attemtpt to calm himself down as he felt his spider-sense still tingiling.

The wall crlawer risked a glance around the corner, doing his best to keep as much of his head protected as possible before he quickly pulled it back as another round flew passed him, shooting off a piece of the air conditioning unity and sending it flying into Peter's face. Peter winced as the small piece of metal chipped against his suit's lenses before he backed away from the corner and crouched low to the ground.

"Okay, so he knows where I am, and is a pretty good shot" Peter said to himself as he tried to mentally map out where the man or woman that was trying to shoot him was.

Given he heard the sound of a trigger being pulled over the constant sound of Manhattan, the sniper was close, within a few blocks. And given the bullet flew passed Peter and embedded itself in a building adjacent to the one Peter was on rather than fly upwards into the sky or into the ground, the shooter was on or near the same level of elevation as Peter. Having mapped out a possible location of the shooter, Peter quickly cralwed towards the edge of the building before making his way down the side of the building and shot a web line out and used it to swing to the side of another building, his spider-sense still buzzing faintly.

'Don't see me, don't see me, don't see me...' Peter thought as he did his best to be quick and silent as he circled around to where the sniper could be, assuming he was even still there.

After several tense seconds, Peter made it to the building where he believed the gun men was located, just a few stories above his current posistion. Peter took a few deep breaths as he quickly scaled up the structure before coming to a stop just beneath the edge of the rooftop. Peter listened for any signs of life on the rooftop before he pulled himself up to see a lone individual standingg in the middle of the rooftop with a hunting rifle of some sort in his hands, his gaze squarely on Peter.

"...I'm going to assume that you knew I was there the whole time" Peter said with a sigh as he climbed to his feet, his body tense and ready to move at a moment's notice.

"I heard and saw you swing several floors below me after you tried to circle around and catch me by surprise, a sound strategy" the man said with a noticable Russian accent.

"Aww, and here I thought I was being all super sneaky and clever!" Peter whined as his shoulders slumped before he felt a faint buzz from his spider-sense that caused him to tense up a little more as the man's cold dark eyes raked over Peter's body in a way that made him feel like a zebra being stalked by a lion.

"Uhhh, who are you?" Peter said with confusin as he took in the man's appearnce "I usually like to know who's butt I'm about to kick so I can add you to my list of growing nemesis and guys that want me dead. I'm currently up to ninety nien and I'm hoping you'll help me even it out at a hundred"

"I, am Kraven" the man said.

"Kraven?" Peter said as he mulled the name over before he shrugged "Nope, dosent ring any bells. Also isn't Kraven a deragatory word? Like your a kraven or something?"

"I am the greatest hunter in the world" Kraven said as he loaded another round into his rifle "I have hunted the greatest and most dangerous beats this world has to offer-"

"And now you want to spice things up by hunting the most dangerous game on Earth, man" Peter said dryly with a shake of his head "Dude, hate to say this, but a crazy Russian already beat you to that, like a century ago. Still, points for doing it in the city instead of a remote tropical island. At least, I think the island the guy was on was tropical, I mean it's been a while since I've read the book and I hate to be the bearer of bad news but your not the first crazy Russian guy that want's me dead and-"

"Your attempts to distract me will not work Spider" Kraven said as he took aim at Peter again.

"Your right, if anything, your distacting me with the fact your wearing lepord print pants" Peter snickered as he leaped out of the way of the bullet as the crazed Russian shot at him "And a Lion pelt like a jacket without a shirt on underneath no less. You know Lions are like endangered right?"

"They were not when I slew the mighty beast" Kraven stated as he tired to zero in on Peter's form.

"Well I'm still telling Simba what you did to his dad when I see him at Disney Land this year" Peter said as he used a combination of his enhanced speed and agility to stay ahead of Kraven's dangerously accurate shots "And let me tell you something, he's not gonna be happy. You know what he did to the guy that did kill his father? Imagine what he'll do to you when he finds out your wearing his skin over your hairy chest!"

Kraven's response was to fire off several more rounds with his rifle before he suddelny slung it over his shoulder and he sprinted towards the building's ledge. Peter saw this and shot a web line after the man's legs.

"Oi, where do you think your off to?" Peter said as he watched the line snag the man's legs before Kraven, with more speed than Peter thought possible for a man that wasn't enhanced, drew a large serrated blade from his lion jacket and sliced through his webbing with ease before he leaped over the edge of the building, leaving Peter standing there in surprise.

'...Okay so he might be a little better than the typical thug with a gun' Peter thought to himself as he raced towards the same ledge and just looked down before he leaped back as his spider-sense went off.

Not a second later two bullets tore through the cement ledge, sending several small chunks flying in the air as Peter landed in a crouch.

The wall crlawer sigheed at this as he shook his head "I can already tell this is gonna be a long night"

And with that, he steeled his resolve and ran back towards the ledge before he leaped over it and gave chase to the crazed Russian gun men as several more rounds cracked through the air.

...

Veronica Lodge let out a small yawn as she laid on her bed, dressed in a simple black night gown with a few papers lying on the bed next to her and a chemistry book in her hands, opened to the latest chapter her class was on. For the past two hours the young Latin beauty has been trying to make sense of the various formulas and words displayed before her, but nothing stuck. It was like trying to read brail without any knowldge on how to on top of having no hands to help read it.

"UGGH! This is pointless!" she said with a groan as she closed the book and tossed it to the other side of her bed before she fell back on her pillows and stared up at the ceiling with a frown "How the hell can people make sense of this crap?"

She recieved no answer as she turned her attention to her new Spider-man plushie "You wouldn't happen to be good at science stuff, would you?"

The plushie's white eyes stared back at Veronica before she nodded with a sigh as she returned her attention back to her ceiling "Yeah, I figured... fucking science"

She reached for one of the papers lying beside her and held it up for her to exmaine with a scowl. It was a worksheet, one of several, that was asking her to identify several chemical formulas. Just as she was about to throw the paper to the side, she heard a knock at her door, casuing her to sit up and look to see the knob turn before the door was pushed open to reveal her mother, Hermione Lodge, dressed in a beuatiful white and silver dress with her hair done up in a elegant bun.

"You and Daddy heading out?" Veronica asked as she took in her mother's appearnce with a grin.

"We're meeting with an investor that your father has been working with these past few weeks on a joint venture" Hermione said as she entered the room and approached her daughter before planting a small kiss on her forehead "We wont be back until later tonight"

"Which investor is it?" Veronica asked as her mother pulled away.

"Mister Fisk" Hermione said with a small grin as she looked down at the papers littering her daughter's bed "Homework?"

Veronica rolled her eyes at this "More like torture"

"Oh?" Hermione said with amusement as she picked up one of the papers and read was on it "Hmm, chemistry, can't say me and your father have ever been very good at it"

"Well there goes being inherently good at it" Veronica said with an eye roll as she placed an arm over her eyes and let out a sigh.

"Have you tried asking for a tutor?" Hermione asked with a raised brow.

"Yes, but so far none of the guys that my teacher offered are willing to help me" Veronica said with a scowl.

Hermione's eyes narrowed in interest "Why's that?"

"Because mom, their a bunch of worthless assholes who go on and on about being so smart, yet when their asked to help someone, they turn around and so hell no" Veronica huffed.

Hermione blinked at this before she shook her head "These, 'worthless assholes' wouldn't happen to be people that you and your little posse have bullied, right?"

"Not my fault if they don't have any thick skin" Veronica stated.

Hermione sighed at this as she sat on the edge of her daughter's bed "Honey, take it from me, making fun of people you and your little clicks deem socially beneath you wont do you any favors in the long run"

"Oh, and you know from experience?" Veronica said with a snort as she looked at her mother and noticed the unamused look on her face "...Do you?"

"Let's just say your father and I are very lucky that some people we've known were rather forgiving... if barely" Hermione said as she patted her daughter on the knee "Can't say people here in this day and age will be as courteous"

Veronica quirked a brow at this before her father, Hiram, appeared in the doorway dressed in an expensive Italian suit, a look of slight urgency on his face.

"Hermione..." Hiram said as he tapped at his watch "We'll running a little behind"

Hermione immediately jumped to her feet and made her way to the door with a sheepish smile "Sorry honey, I was just giving our beloved princess some sound life advice"

Hiram nodded at this as he glanced at Veronica and noticed the textbook and papers on her bed "Studying I hope"

"Yes daddy" veronica said with an eye roll "Lot of good it's doing"

"Hey, maybe if you paid more attention in class, instead of partying so much, you wouldn't be having this much trouble" Hiram pointed out.

"Wow daddy, thank you for the basic parental sagely wisdom all parent give to their children when it comes to this sort of crap" Veronica said with a grim snort as she reached for her textbook.

"All that I can offer aside from my love and support" Hiram said as he placed a hand over his heart before he turned to leave but not before he stopped and gave his daughter a pointed look "I hope I don't see Nick here when your mother and I get back. Or find out he was here when you should be studying"

"Well, you don't have to worry" Veronica said with a sigh as she opened her text book back to the page she was at earlier "He's at a party tonight"

"Really, where?" Hiram asked with narrowed eyes.

"No idea daddikins... Veronica said with a hidden grin as she flipped a page in her book "No idea..."

...

"Hey... slow... down..." Peter breathed out as he struggled to keep up with Kraven after spending the better part of an hour chasing the man for almost twelve city blocks and through the subway system.

Peter thought that he'd be able to catch up to the man relatively quickly given that he had enhanced speed and strength, web shooters and could crawl on walls. Turns out, that meant next to little against a man that not only was some sort of freakish parkour expert, but the man had laid out a gauntlet of booby traps to slow and hinder Peter to the point that he was able to keep ahead of the webslinger despite his obvious physical short comings. Peter narrowly avoided a hail of darts that shot from some sort of wooden contraption as he did his best to catch up to Kraven who was now over half a block ahead of him and nearing Central Park. While Peter didn't have any sort of ability that allowed him to read Kraven's mind or see into the future, the wall crawler had a hunch that he was being lured to the Park because Kraven had more traps set up, all with the intent of weakening Peter so he could go in for the kill.

"Hopefully when I die he wont wear my skin like a jacket... or worse, underwear" Peter said with a shiver at the image.

Peter leaped off the rooftop and swung after Kraven as the man skillfully made his way down a fire escape before he sprinted across the busy road, causing several taxis to nearly crash into each other or risk hitting the crazed man as he ran into the shadows of the trees. Peter landed on the top of a light pole and gazed into the dark park with a frown.

"Well this is just lovely, chasing some crazy big game hunter into the closet thing this city has to a forest... and on a school night no less" Peter said with a shake of his head.

His musings were cut short by his spider-sense going off and the sound of a gunshot echoing in the air. Peter narrowly avoided a bullet to the head as he jumped to the ground before he shot another web line on to a tree branch and pulled him into it's branches as another round tore into the ground he was just standing on only seconds prior. Peter's spider-sense was a constant hum in his skull as he navigated the trees as bullets raced past his form, some of them just grazing his body and causing him to hiss in pain as he contorted his body at odd angles to avoid the deadly projectiles.

Peter was so busy avoiding the gun fire, which he began to notice seem to be funneling him somewhere, and stepped on some sort of pressure pad that was tied to a branch he landed on and painted the same brown color as the bark it was on.

'Uh oh' Peter thought as his spider-sense flared again just before a large tree trunk came flying through the branches and slammed right into his body, knocking the wind clear from him and sent the young wall crawler flying through several tress and into a stone bench beside a small path that was next to a small pond.

"Okay, ow... that one hurt... all over" Peter groaned as he climbed to his feet and brushed some dirt and leaves off his suit before he noticed that he wasn't alone.

Peter blinked at the sight of over two dozen teens around his age all staring at him with wide eyes as some sort of deep rythm music was playing on a few speakers they had set up. Around the teens were various bottles, bags, cases and bowls all filled with substances that Peter didnt need his enhance sense of smell to know were illigeal.

Plus the fact half of them were all dressed down to their underware or in the case of a few guys and girls, completely nude, it was obvious this wasn't a simple camp out in Central Park.

"Ummm..." Peter said as he adverted his eyes from the more scantily clad or outright naked teens "So uh, what uh, what brings a bunch of guys and gals like you all out here on a school night?"

His question was answered with silence, casuing him to internaly goran as he could feel his spider-sense going off again.

'I swear this kind of crap never happens to Thor or Captain America' Peter thought as several arrows shot out from the trees, causing a few teens to scream in panic and duck for cover while Peter leaped out of their way and watched as they embedded themselves into the ground.

"Hahaha, you missed me-" Peter stared only to be cut off as a small lone dart shot out from the shadows and hit him square in the chest.

Not even a second passed before his vision grew blurry and his limbs felt like they had cars attached to them...

'Craaaap' Peter thought as he crashed to the ground, or more accurately he crashed on to several of the bowls that the teens were using for their illegal drug induced semi public outdoors orgy, one of which shattered and the shards pierced Peter's side as he laid on top of them.

'Why did they have to use glass bowls?' Peter thought with a wince as he saw through his blurry vision someone, likely Kraven, emerge from the trees with a large rifle in his hand as the various teens around them ran for cover.

"I must say Spider, I'm disappointed in how easy you've been beaten" Kraven's voice sounded like ten of him were speaking at the same time through a loudspeaker right next to Peter's ear.

"Well..." Peter groaned out as he tried to move "It's a Monday, no one is at their best on a Monday"

Kraven hummed at this as the distinct sound of a rifle being cocked could be heard before Peter felt the end of a barrel placed against his temple.

"wait!" Peter whispered out as he felt his spider-sense tingle to nearly painful levels.

"Last words I presume?" Kraven said with a sigh as he pushed the barrel a little harder into Peter's head.

"Something like that" Peter hissed out in pain as he felt feeling begin to return to his limbs and his vision beginning to clear.

Whatever Kraven hit him with, it appears the man didn't take Peter's enhanced healing and metabolism into account.

"I just wanted to say..." Peter said as he slowly moved his arm so that his web shooter would have a perfect angle at Kraven's face when he activated the trigger.

"Say what?" Kraven asked with a frown.

"Twip" Peter said.

Kraven blinked at this "Twip-"

TWIP!

"GAAAH!" Kraven let out a muffled cry of surprise as his face was suddenly covered in web fluid.

Peter used this brief distraction to roll away just as the man squeezed the trigger and shot off a round into the ground. As Kraven tried to rip the webbing off his face, Peter quickly rushed towards the man and delivered a painful kick to the larger man's midsection, causing him to double over and drop his rifle. The spider powered teen quickly stepped on the rifle with every bit of strength he had, cracking and denting it before it shattered as he reared his fist back and sent it right into Kraven's face, which had the unintentional side affect of tearing some of the webbing off his face, mainly around the eyes.

The force of the blow sent Kraven flying past a hiding teen that Peter swore looked like that Nick guy from Spence before he slammed into a tree with enough force to crack the bark and cause numerous leaves to fall from it's shaking branches. Seeing the man was down, Peter raised his web shooters toward Kraven and prepared to web the man down before he heard a faint click from each web shooter, causing Peter to look down to see that both web shooters were now in the red of their gauges, signifying that they were empty.

Peter sighed heavily at this as he quickly reached into his belt and retrieved a pair of fresh web capsules and loaded them up before he aimed back at Kraven, who was starting to climb back to his feet, and began shooting line after line of webs at the man. Kraven let out a muffled roar of rage as he was webbed to the tree behind him, his arms and legs immobilized by the thick coating of web fluid.

"Annnnd done" Peter said after he felt that Kraven was secured enough for him to stop and let out a breath of relief as he rubbed his still aching chest from where he was shot with the dart 'Really need to add something to this suit for better protection. Last time I checked, spandex wasn't needle proof'

He'd figure something out later, for now he had a crazed Russian hunter that wanted to mount him on a wall to deal with.

"And while I'm thinking of improving my equipment, I really need to improve the storage capacity for my web shooters when I get the chance" Peter said before he saw that a few teens were still present, looking at him with surprise before the wall crawler gave them all a sheepish grin "One of you wouldn't happen to have a phone to call the police would you?"

His question was met with silence.

"Or you can not call them which means I'd have to carry this guy to the nearest prescient myself because you don't want to get caught with drugs, alcohol and participating in underage sex... thanks" Peter said with slumped shoulders as he looked at Kraven's glaring form "You wouldn't happen to be afraid of heights and have motion sickness would you? Cause it's a long ride to the precinct, least one that wont try to arrest and shoot me on sight, and I tend to do a lot of crazy flips and twirls when I web swing"

If Kraven's mouth wasn't covered in webs, Peter was sure the man would be throwing every insult he could imagine at him in both English and Russian.

'Wouldn't be the first crazy Russian I know that would... just probably the smartest. though given his fashion sense, that's debatable' Peter thought dryly as he lifted the man over his shoulder and began his trek out of the park.

...

And done.

Next chapter, Another day at Spence...