Union pt. 3
Peter rubbed the sides of his head over his black suit, "Oooook. This is….this has been one really long and weird day for me." he said aloud as he sat crouched on a chimney.
"I wasn't going to say anything but…yeah." Sandman agreed, standing a few feet away from the wall crawler. To say he was shocked by the web head's sudden decision to save him from the police was an understatement. "Look uhh…..thanks for….for saving me back there." he said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.
Spider-Man raised a hand, "Please just…..let me come to terms with the fact I've clearly gone off the deep end." he asked. "Just…look, start from the beginning. With your daughter I mean." he said.
Sandman sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest, "Ok back when I was going to Shade I…..there was a girl I was sweet on and….before I left…..look I'm skipping that part. When I found out she was pregnant, I….I didn't want to just ditch her so I had it arranged for her to move to Vaccuo." he recollected wistfully. The older man frowning sadly, "When she was born…..there were some issues with her health." he said, his eyes looking down at the rooftop.
Peter was silent as he let his criminal continue, "She had problems breathing, COPD is what's it's called. Her airways change and she needs therapy to breathe properly." he explained.
"God….I'm sorry." Spider-Man sympathized, Makro nodding gratefully. "You mentioned the Rose was helping you get treatment for her…what happened?" he asked carefully. The Rose was the prime suspect who employed that Tarantula guy to go after Wilson Fisk, but with him gone it wasn't like they could confirm or deny it.
Marko folded his hands over his chest, "She's been going through therapies for years now but she and her mother, Alma, where here during the Fall….she had a panic attack and now she needs oxygen. She hasn't left the hospital bed in three months. And…." his hands balled into fists against his arms. "…and I can't do shit…there's medication she could get that would help her back to normal but Alma can't afford enough to regulate her for a long enough recovery period. Rose offered me enough cash to pay for it if I help him." he explained.
Spider-Man hung his head, he remembered when May had her heart attack and how desperate he was to do something, anything to help her. He looked up at the villain, "Look Marko I am sorry about your daughter…..but I mean I can't just let you steal, it's against the law." he said, the Sandman scoffing at his protest, "I know you were training to be a Huntsmen when you were younger, so I know that you know the difference between right and wrong." he stated.
"Well it's not like I can get a job!" Marko shouted at him angerly, "I got a record! You know anywhere that would hire me?" he asked sarcastically. Peter deflated and Marko sighed, "Look I don't even want to work for this Rose guy, if Kingpin finds out? Forget the medication, I'll be lucky if Keemia…." he trailed off before shaking his head.
Spider-Man knew all too well the lengths that Kingpin would go to just to secure more power, "Alright then, help me bring in Rose." he preposed.
Mako blinked at him, "You…..your serious?!" he asked.
Spider-Man nodded, "Yeah. Look, Rose has been gunning for Kingpin for a while, he HAS to have something on him that might put him away for a while." he reasoned, if selling out Fisk could get the Rose out of a harsher sentence then it only made sense that he would at the very least consider the offer. "And worst case, you help me take down Fisk's biggest thorn in his side and you're in the clear." he reasoned.
Marko opened his mouth to argue, but reflecting on the webhead's plan? It wouldn't put him or more importantly, Keemia in danger. "I'll think about it." he decided.
Spider-Man nodded, "Alright. Look, I'll swing by here around 9 tonight. If you're here then we'll go and do it. If not…" he trailed off as he stood from the chimney. "And Marko…..I really am sorry man." he said with genuine sympathy for the Sandman. Flint looked down and nodded acceptingly, the webhead shooting out a webline and swinging away, leaving the villain to ponder his choice.
"Do you think I did the right thing?" Peter asked MJ as they walked through Queen's park. After leaving Sandman to consider his offer, he tried to resume his search for any clue of where he was last night and where he had gotten the costume from. But with police swarming the area, he thought it best to be safe and hold off on it. Which led him to call Mary Jane and ask if they could meet up for a walk in the park. Which he also used to tell her of what transpired between him and the Sandman.
MJ's face showed the conflict she had, "That's….that's a though question Pete." she admitted as they walked hand in hand down the stone path. "I mean, if it were me? If I had a daughter who was in that bad a way?" she began hypothetically, picturing a small child of her's, or anyone's who had a hard time breathing being confined to a hospital bed for months? She shuttered at the image in her mind, "I think I'd do just about anything to help her."
Peter pursed his lips together, "Yeah, I feel the same way but…..there's a line here right MJ? I mean….when May was in the hospital? I was ready to tear the kingdom apart to find something to help her, but I'd at least try and do it the right way." he reasoned.
MJ leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, "I know Tiger, and I love that about you." she praised with a soft smile. "But….you're not him, I mean he was part of the Sinister Six for crying out loud." she reminded him.
He sighed, she wasn't wrong in the slightest. Walking off the path and towards a tree,, Peter slipped out of her grasp and sat down against it, "Obviously but…MJ I don't think he's a bad guy." he said as he looked up at her, the redhead crossing her arms in front of her, but her features remaining passive. "I mean he's made mistakes but….look I'm not mister perfect." he admitted.
He never thought himself to be, hell the reason he was Spider-Man at all was because of his greatest mistake. "If I can help Marko….maybe I can do some actual good and stop him from making the same mistakes?" he posed hopefully. It still didn't answer what Sandman was concerned about though, he was first and foremost a criminal, and while he couldn't just start a new life being a fugitive, he couldn't just wave that away. DeWolf might be able to do something but even then….
MJ knelt down crouching in front of him with a gentle smile, her hand reached out and slid over his own, "Peter, take as someone who got one. Everyone deserves a second chance." she encouraged.
If she had never left her family…..MJ would at times wonder what her life would be like, probably miserable and unhappy, and she definitely wouldn't have met a quarter of the good people she did like May, Ruby, Yang, Weiss, Blake, Nora, Ren, and not to mention Peter himself. Whom smiled back at her gratefully before gently pulling her forward, his arm pulling her to the side so her back was turned to him as she fell against him.
"You know MJ, I forget how wise you can be." he said as he laid his head down over her shoulder.
"There's a reason those wisdom and intelligence are different stats." she replied. Peter suddenly pulled back and gave her the most bizarre look he could muster. Upon seeing it she rolled her eyes, "Pyrrha wanted help making a character for some game that RWBY and Jaune played." she explained.
"MJ….that's hot I'm not gonna lie." Peter replied playfully.
The redhead snorted as her head fell into her hands, "Oh my brothers."
Peter reached out and wrapped his arms around her, trapping her, "Quick! Tell me how many dice sets you own!" he asked jokingly as Mary Jane cackled.
Yeah. How could I imagine having a life without this dork in it? MJ asked herself happily.
"Really though….thanks MJ." he said gratefully, resting his chin atop her head, the redhead humming happily as she laid against his chest.
As he arm wrapped around his, she nearly jumped when she felt the sleeve slither under her, "Uh…..by the way, did you find out anything about your friend here?" she said, pulling at his shirt sleeve. The whole reason that Peter was there to begin with was to find some sort of lead as to how he got this black suit in the first place.
"I checked around after I left Marko but there was nothing." he explained, he even called DeWolf and asked if there were any reported sightings of him anywhere last night, as well as well if anyone saw him swing off with Sandman. Both inquires turned up nothing, "I'll keep looking but this Sandman thing is happening now. And nothing bad has happened to me while wearing this thing." he reasoned as he leaned back and looked down at his shirt.
MJ turned back and looked at it as well, but she wasn't convinced by the look on her face, "I mean my Spider Sense hasn't gone off so it must not be a danger." he reasoned.
MJ bit her inside cheek, that was actually a good point. His sixth sense would go off before his alarm on his phone when he wakes up, or when he's a little close to the curve when waking. If it wasn't going off with this costume, then it was probably safe, "An I spent all that time making you your old costume." she said with a playful pout.
Peter's arms wrapped around her waist, "Hey now this thing might have tricks MJ but it doesn't have your love woven in."
"*Snort* Ok I need some nachos with that cheese." she replied as she pulled away, standing up with her boyfriend, "And your buying. For emotional damages." she joked as her arm wrapped around his and lead him to a place nearby they could get some food from.
After seeing MJ off to work, and catching a bite to eat, Peter made his way back to the rooftop that he had told Sandman to meet him on.
At least that was his plan until he came across something that he couldn't just ignore, "Oh thank you so much." a woman with a pregnant belly said to the vigilante as he helped pull her up to her apartment window with a web swing he had made. "My feet were just killing me today, I hope I'm not too heavy." she said as Spider-Man lifted the window to her apartment up.
"Oh no your fine, congratulations by the way!" Spider-Man said cheerfully as he helped slip the woman inside her apartment, the window thankfully wide enough for her to slip inside her home without trouble. Having seen her resting outside her front steps while he was swinging by, Peter obviously had to help her.
"Thank you, she's due in a week from now. I'm nervous." she admitted as she stood inside her apartment and looked out the window at the black and white wall crawler.
"Understandable. But hey, you gotta be excited to meet her too right?" he asked, making the woman smile and nod. "Well there ya go. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment I'm running late to." he said before spinning a webline out and swinging away from the window.
Pulling himself up high above the block of buildings with his webs, he was relieved to see Sandman on the rooftop waiting. As he landed, Marko turned to him, "Oh good, you're here, thought I missed you." Sandman said.
"Yeah I-wait, you were late too?" Spider-Man asked, tilting his head as he pointed at Marko.
"Well you didn't think I'd just stay up here all day did you? I needed lunch." he said, Spider-Man was quiet for a beat, clearly wanting to say something but fighting the urge to do so. Marko sighed, "No, it was not a sandwich." he said tiredly.
"Thanks, I don't know how long I could hold that in." Spider-Man joked. "But….really, thank you for doing this. I know it's a risk-"
Sandman raised his hand, "Save it, I just want Keemia to be safe. That means Rose has to go down then so be it." he said decisively. Spider-Man nodded understandingly, "Alright, so listen up. Rose has this penthouse in Midtown, he brought me there once to deliver my first payment." he explained. "There's a few guards, one of his men is a former huntsmen so that's a hurdle but aside from that? Well Wilson Fisk he is not."
Peter nodded, "Alright, easy enough. We get the police, we get a warrant for the Rose, we take him." he reasoned.
Sandman blinked, "Woah, wait, Are you crazy?" he barked out. "You think bringing in the cops is gonna help us here?" he asked, "Especially after you wailed on them the other night?" he asked indecorously.
Spidey raised his hands, "Ok first off, those two were being jerks and they sorta had it coming." he reasoned. Sandman did not look convinced in the slightest, "And keep in mind that every time I make a plan I end up winning against whoever supervillain decides to mess with me, including a certain numerical sinister organization." he added, crossing his arm across his chest confidently.
"…..alright fine." Marko replied, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Spider-Man let out a breath, "Ok then."
"But Fisk owns the cops. He get's word they're going after the Rose? He'll be dead in the station before he can testify." Sandman countered. Peter pursed his lips together, he knew he could trust Jean of course but she couldn't keep watch on him 24/7 before, during, and after a trial. What he needed-
"We need a witness." he realized.
Marko gave him a strange look, "Ok now you've lost me."
"Make him a witness, put him into Witness Protection, where I know someone can make sure he's safe." he reasoned. If Jean couldn't do it then Glynda Goodwitch could be more then able to keep the Rose safe for the time being if it meant taking down the Kingpin. "We take down two birds with one stone….or in this case the more applicable term would be multiple small stones gathered together to form a mass of sand." he said jokingly.
Marko pursed his lips together, it wasn't a bad plan, but it was also a risky one. But if they pulled I off? It was almost a clean slate for him, "….alright. Fine." he agreed. "But I'm not gonna take any chances, if you screw up and he gets away? I'm not gonna go down for this." he replied sternly.
The wall crawler nodded in understanding, "Alright, fair." he agreed. "I'll make a few calls and get things rolling, hopefully by the end of the day, we'll have Rose. And tomorrow, Kingpin." he, his eyes narrowing at the thought of finally bringing down the big man himself.
After calling both Goodwitch and DeWolf and asking them to meet up for further explanation, Peter arranged for them all to meet in the Midtown. However Spider-Man was late, which left both DeWolf and Goodwitch on their own until he showed up, "Is he always this late for you too?" Jean asked as she took out a packet of gum, offering it to the huntress who declined the offer.
"No, but I don't work with him as often as you do." She replied, "In fact I was somewhat surprised for him to reach out to me." she confessed as she looked across the kingdom from the rooftop they agreed to meet on.
Jean nodded, "So how's the Beacon reclamation effort going? I see the reports but…." she trailed off.
Glynda sighed, "Well hopefully with communication restored to the Kingdom, we'll have a much more progress going forward. Right now however, I'm more concerned with whatever our mutual acquaintance has to inform us of." she explained.
"Aw so you do wonder about me, I'm touched." the two looked up as Spider-Man swung over the side of the building, landing on the side of a large air vent, "Sorry I'm late, there was some guy trying to do a break in on the sixth story of a business office and he got stuck. So I had to laugh at that for a few minutes before getting him down." he explained humorously.
Jean rolled her eyes, but Glynda stared at the young man with a shocked expression, "I got news about the Rose. I know where he's hiding." he explained, Jean's slightly amused expression turning deadly serious.
"Where?" she asked, Spider-Man pointed over his shoulder at the budling across the street behind him, a large private apartment building with a gated off entrance on the ground below, with a garden between the gate and the front entrance. "I got the info from Sandman, he's been working for him but wants an out. So we got to talking and…..well he's in a bind." he explained, rubbing the back of his head.
Jean scoffed, "I mean he's an escaped convict."
"Jean." Spider-Man stated, the Captain dropping the attitude, "Can you do something about that?" he asked.
It was her turn to look at him in disbelief, "Your serious?" she asked critically.
"As a heart attack, yeah." Spider-Man nodded, Jean bit her lip in contemplation and was quiet. Sandman was far from the biggest bad guy the Kingdom has ever seen, andif the info was good they could put away one of the biggest crime bosses in Vale, AND get more info on the Kingpin.
The captain cursed under her breath, "Alright. I'll talk to the D.A., Marko isn't the most violent so I could get him on parole." she agreed, "Now, what's the plan?" she asked, crossing her arms as the web swinger smiled under his mask.
"Simple, you guys are looking for Spider-Man. So if Spider-Man goes and breaks into a private residence then you don't need a warrant to pursue him right?" he asked, Jean smirking as she nodded. "And if you happen to find a criminal wrapped up and webbed and I'm not there, then you'd be allowed to arrest them, right?" he asked again.
"We would, yeah." Jean agreed.
Glynda seemed to finally find her voice, "Then why did you call me here?" she asked.
Spider-Man turned to her directly, "Because, and Jean I love ya, there's a good chance Kingpin will use cops or convicts to kill him, so we need to put him into protective custody. Under a Huntress." he explained, Glynda nodding in understanding while Jean reluctantly agreed to his reasoning as well.
"Huntsmen and Huntresses can take people under arrest as bounties, and I would be able to choose when to release him to the police." she reasoned as she looked to the police captain. "What about Bullet? Could he try and dismiss the charges to protect Fisk?" she asked.
Jean shook her head, "Hell no, I'll take Rose right to internal affairs, get Bullet busted, and then go after Fisk." she explained before turning to the vigilante. "We'll need to work fast, as soon as Bullet gets taken off the board, Fisk will know we're coming for him." she reasoned. "And there's no way he doesn't already have any sort of exit plan."
Peter shook his head, "Doesn't matter, once word spreads about him? He won't be able to recover, everyone will finally see Fisk for who he is, the Kingpin." he said with satisfaction at the idea. Getting rid of Kingpin had been his goal for so long, and they finally had a shot at it, but the last time they thought they had a lead the Fall happened…..
"I say we do it now." he suddenly said.
Jean blinked, "Now? Like, right now?" she asked skeptically, "Spidey I gotta get my people into position so that this doesn't look like entrapment, which this is on the verge of right now-"
"I agree with him." Glynda chimed in, "If we wait, the more chance that people Fisk has planeted could find out-"
DeWolf's eyes suddenly shot open, "Wait a minute how do you know that….." she trailed off before turning to the wall crawler, "What does she know? How much did you tell her?" she asked.
Glynda turned to the wary officer, "I know as much as you do Captain." she explained, Jean met her with a critical eye as Spider-Man dropped from the AC unit and approached the two. She turned to him and saw the way his eyes slightly narrowed, conveying the seriousness here, "And….a little more. Fisk….was working with and aiding Cinder Fall in her actions to overthrow Beacon." she revealed, making the Captain's eyes widen.
They soon turned to anger, "I'm going to kill that fat piece of shit!" she growled out, thinking back to the prior months of devastation they had to endure, to know he had a hand in it. She turned to Spider-Man, "Do you think Rose can connect him to it?" she asked.
The wall crawler shook his head, "I don't know, but as long as we put Fisk away-"
"What if he cuts a deal to get us Fall?" she asked suddenly.
Glynda shook her head, "I doubt she's been in contact with him since the Fall, she was last seen at Beacon Tower." she said, casting a glance at Spider-Man who looked down, remembering the damage that had been done to Cinder after Ruby's Silver Eyes activated.
"In the condition I saw her in…..I'm not even sure if she's still alive." he admitted.
Jean gritted her teeth, "Alright then. I'm in screw it." she said before reaching to her belt where her scroll was, "All Units this is Captain DeWolf, Spider-Man was just sighted at Everlast and Forest, breaking into a private residence. Get every patrol car down here now!" she barked into the scroll as she went to the stairscase that led down.
As Peter turned to the penthouse, ready to leap into Action, Glynda grabbed his shoulder, "where did you get that suit?" she asked hurriedly.
"What the-look Glynda we got some more important things going on then my fashion sense right now-" he began before the professor shot him a glare that would make most students of her's reveal al their secrets. But Peter wasn't a student, "I'll tell you later but right now? I'm kind of busy!" he said before pulling himself free and leaping off the roof, casting a webline out to swing towards the apartment complex, swinging up and around the skyscraper, he swung over the roof and saw a trio of men, guards most likely, on the balcony.
Dropping down onto the awning above them to the wall just between the roof and the large glass windows that shined inside, he looked down inside to see a half dozen men inside too. Including the familiar face of the blonde man whom was in charge of the Merlot operation, "Third time's the charm blondie." he replied as he sat against the wall and raised his arms, thwipping two weblines out a guard each and yanking them back up into the wall on either side of him before webbing them against the surface.
Launching off the wall, he cast a webline back to it, swinging him back and kicking the third guard through the large glass window and into the large living room, "Oh Rosie! I'm home!" he called out as the guard flew through the air and hit the wall as the three closest by rushed the webslinger as he landed on the central table, "Huh, no flowers? Not even roses!" he complained as he flipped off the table, attaching a webline to the back of his foot and pulling in midair to make him fall head first into the side of the table.
"I'm shocked! It's such an obvious design choice!" Spider-Man said ghastly as he blocked a punch with his elbow and returned one of his one that landed on his face. His Spider Sense warned him as Guns from the bar where raised at him, Leaping towards them, his limbs moved automatically to dodge the bullets as the gun sprayed before a knee to his face sent him back into the shelves housing the alcohol.
"Seriously! Where' the decorum? I mean Green Goblin had pumpkins everywhere!" he mocked as he leapt into the air, shooting a web down to one of the men and yanking them into the air for him to kick down onto the large sofa. Two of the remaining men drew large knives and charged at Spider-Man as he touched down, he caught one of the men's wrists while his foot swung up into the underside of the other's head and throwing the one he grabbed aside through the air.
That left the blonde, "Alright where is he? He hasn't told me to shut up yet so he's not in here." he said as the blonde reached behind him, Spider-Man's hands were up and spraying the blonde with webbing that sent him back into the wall behind him, sticking him in place.
"I'm actually right here Spider-Man." the vigilante turned his attention up towards the second floor railing where the masked crime boss was leaning over, looking down at him. "And I don't think I could have gotten a word in over your blabbering." he said dryly.
"It's called criticizing! And I am professionally disappointed with he lack of rose décor and theming." he argued as he leapt up towards the railing, only for his spider sense to buzz before something snagged his leg and threw him across the room. Regaining his balancing, he landed against the wall and looked down at the ground in time to dodge a blade slice into the wall where his head was.
"Thought you saw the last of me pretender?!"
Spider-Man dropped to the ground, landing on his hands before springing up and landing in a crouch, sticking to the wall from the blades on his feet was Tarantula. "Oh hey! Daddy long legs!" he said amusingly, making the spider faunus snarl as he pulled his blades free of the wall.
"If you would be so kind as to not destroy my abode? I'd appreciate it." The Rose called out to his subordinate.
"Seriously, you couldn't have sprung for one my A listers? Like Vulture? Mysterio? Heck even Kraven?" he asked mockingly as Tarantula lunged at him, Spider-Man raised his forearm to block the kick at his head, stopping it far enough that the blade barely touched his mask before slamming his fist into tarantula's gut and, sending the off balanced villain down onto the floor. Tarantula pushed himself up off the floor and raised his hand, shooting webbing at the vigilante who simply stepped between them, "Aaaaand missed." he mocked as the webbing connected to the table across the room, Tarantula pulled on the webs and yanked the table towards the Spider-Man's back!
The teen backflipped over it, "And missed again! Also FYI-" he began as the table crashed into tarantula, "-when you do that trick? Make sure that it's going to hit the guy you're aiming for." he mocked before leaping to the still recovering Tarantula, he swung his foot up as he rolled back, the blade just barely cutting across the front of Spider-Man's chest. Peter hissed at the stinging pain across his chest from the cut.
However, both arachnids where shocked to see the black and white of the costume slide back together over the wound. "I….what the hell?!" Tarantula sputtered out in confusion.
Spider-Man looked up at him, taking the opportunity to slam his fist into his face, sending him back into the wall where he slumped over, "I'm as lost as you are pal." he admitted before hearing the click of a gun. Turning he saw Rose pointing a revolver at his head from no less than two feet away. "Oh for-even your gun? Are you even committed to the theme at all?" he asked jokingly.
"Hands up, and for your information, there is a rose garden in front of this building." he argued.
"Oh, that's actually nice." The masked hero said as he raised his hands up like he was instructed to. It's too close for even me to dodge with my Spider Sense, ok Parker just stall him until Jean and Glynda get here with the Calvary. "Look Rose, I gotta ask, why jewlrey stores? I found two of your guys knocking one over and I gotta say? Kind of a step down from the faunus experimentation you were supporting." he remarked.
Rose's face was unreadable due to his mask, but the way his hand clenched the gun tighter, "Simple really, while Fisk has Bullet on his manhunt for you? I have a crime wave go on to both get myself capital, steal from the fat man, and show how incompetent Bullet is with the police. Frankly? I thought you wouldn't mind all things considered."
"I…am having a hard time not commending you for that." the vigilante admitted, "But ok, that leads me to my next question, why go after Fisk at all? I mean I hate the guy but you don't see me having a poorly themed villain disguise and raising a rival criminal empire to get back at the guy." he questioned as Rose too a step forward, closing the distance between them more and narrowing Peter's options even further. ANY TIME NOW DEWOLF! he thought before his eyes narrowed, Aw screw it. he thought before aiming his wrists down and webbing the gun at the handle so his finger and the trigger where stuck in place.
Spider-Man's hand snatched at his wrist, pulling it aside as the Rose Painfully yelped as there was a loud banging on the door, "This is the police! Open the door!" the officer on the other side shouted.
"Finally, wait. I've always wanted to say this. Ahem." he said, clearing his throat, "You'll never take me alive copper!" he shouted dramatically before the door was kicked in with a S.W.A.T. team filing in, "Here, take this will you?" he shouted before throwing rose at the crowd of men while Glynda and DeWolf caught up to them as they were hit by the masked crime lord.
Spider-Man bolted for the window, leaping throwing the glass as he shot a webline out, "Ha! Nailed it." he said to himself as he sprayed a webline down below as he fell, giving him a large arc to swing off of.
" 'You'll never take me alive copper' ? Really?" DeWolf asked dryly as the wall crawler sat perched atop a scroll antenna. The trio had met after the police raid on the same building across the street after The Rose had been arrested and handed over to Glynda Goodwitch as a protected witness. She had just returned from entrusting the crime boss' safety to two of the Vale professors, Port and Oobleck.
The masked vigilante raised his hands, "Look, be honest, if you were in my shoes? What would you have said?" he asked coyly.
She shook her head, "Nothing. I'd just leave." she replied.
"You would be no fun as a vigilante DeWolf." he countered before looking to Glynda, who had continued to give him a cautious look which he had noticed upon meeting her tonight. "So what about our boy? Does he have anything on the Kingpin?" he asked, Glynda let out a long sigh.
"Yes. Yes he does….because he's Richard Fisk. Wilson's son." she explained.
Peter nearly fell off his spire while Jean's eyes opened wide, "Holy shit…." she muttered.
Spider-Man's lenses were so wide they almost encompassed his entire mask, "I…..don't know which is more shocking, that Fisk even reproduced in the first place, his son is trying to take him down, or the fact that he doesn't look like a small whale." he joked, his voice lighter as he spoke. He shook his head in disbelief, "Ok this is…..man this just got complicated."
Jean nodded, "He won't reach out to Fisk for help, it'd tip off who he is and…." she trailed off.
Spider-Man looked between them, "Do you….do you really think Fisk would off his own son?" he asked tersely. He knew that Kingpin was a selfish monster, but the thought of someone, even Fisk, going that far for power? Then again, Weiss' dad was a controlling from what Ruby told me…..wouldn't be that surprising. he thought to himself.
"Regardless, he hasn't asked for a lawyer….yet, but I think that's because he knows how perilous the situation is." Glynda added.
Peter hummed, "I might have an idea for that, I know this guy. He's a lawyer, straight shooter, doesn't seem like he has any connection to Fisk." he offered, thinking of Matt Murdock and how he not only helped people of F.E.A.S.T. fight for housing rights, but also helped Harry settle legal affairs with his father.
Glynda nodded, "That might help."
Jean let out a sigh, "Well I need to report to Bullet, he'll want to know what exactly happened. And he'll probably pass it along to Fisk." she reasoned as she began walking to the stairwell. She looked to Spider-Man and gave him a smile, "Thank you, this couldn't have been done without you." she said gratefully as she raised her hand. Peter reached out and shook it proudly before she walked off and disappeared down the stairwell entrance.
When she was gone, Peter let out a breath as he felt a huge weight be pulled off his shoulders, "We need to talk." Only for it to be put back on when Glynda said that. He turned to her as she looked directly at his chest, "Where did you find that costume?" she asked bluntly.
Peter blinked in surprise, "Wait do you know what this is? I came home, went to bed, and woke up wearing this thing on the side of a building." he recalled, Glynda's emerald eyes widened at his confirmation.
"Take that thing off right now." she ordered.
Spider-Man shook his head in shock, "Well what the hell is it?!" he shot back.
Glynda clenched her teeth, "It's…..it's a Grimm."
Spider-Man gawked at her, "WHAT?!" he barked.
"Specifically it's a sample from a pool that creates Grimm." she explained further, Peter remembered back to the Battle of Beacon where the Grimm Wyvern was flying and drops of it formed larges pools of…..black sludge. "Ozpin had Qrow take a sample years ago, we had hoped that we could understand better how Grimm are formed and it would be possible to find some weakness to them." she explained.
Spider-Man looked down at his hands in confusion, "But….it hasn't attacked me or anything, in fact it's done some stuff that I've never seen a Grimm do before, like this." he said as he thought of his clothing and the suit formed his casual outfit he had worn today, surprising Glynda. "How can a Grimm do that?" he asked.
The professor walked over and inspected the clothing closely, "It could be this is a type of Grimm in of itself…..something that reacts to what it comes in contact with." she poised as the clothing formed back into the costume he was wearing. "How….how do you feel?" she asked.
"I mean besides weirded out that a Grimm is on me and not trying to kill me? Fine, I'm tired but I only got like four hours of sleep because of this thing." he said, gesturing to the Grimm. Glynda cupped her chin in thought, "What are you thinking?" he asked.
"Ozpin took small samples of this and had various professors run tests on this. We never found anything out that we didn't already know but it could be that….the substance that creates Grimm bond to something like an animal to create them." she theorized. "It would explain why so many resemble wild animals."
Peter nodded, "I'm familiar with the theory, it was called the Symbiotic Grimm theory. Atlas published a study about it a few years ago, they dissected live Grimm with androids to see if they could find any evidence that links them to animals." he recalled. "It wasn't conclusive because the test subjects died before more evidence could be collected." he recalled. Part of the reason the test used robots instead of people wasn't only for safety, but because they gassed the entire room with a sedative to try and prolong the Grimm's lifespan, but it had no affect on the creatures.
Glynda shook her head in disbelief, "I saw that the vial we had holding it was destroyed down in the vault…..but I didn't think it could act on it's own to such a degree." she said in awe as she walked around the vigilante.
"I mean it's just a symbiote, it doesn't have a conscious thought." he reasoned. "But that doesn't explain how I got out of my place and to the faunus quarter last night." he said, rubbing his head in confusion. Glynda pursed her lips together in thought, "I mean I had a dream and…..this thing reacts to my thoughts….maybe it just was acting out what I dreamt?"
"If that's the case, I would recommend not wearing that thing to sleep." she replied.
Peter looked at her in surprise, "Wait, what happened to 'take that thing off right now'?" he asked.
The beacon headmistress shook her head, "If you're not suffering from any side effects…..then maybe what we assumed about this was wrong." she thought aloud. "It could be that the substance is somehow different for humans then it is animals." she proposed.
"That…..could be..." Peter considered, clearly this thing interacted with the mind of whatever it wears, that could be a huge factor in how the symbiote reacts. Rubbing his eyes though his mask, he shook his head to shake himself awake a little more. God I'm tired, barely got any sleep because of this thing. he thought to himself, "Look Goodwitch, thank you for the heads up and all, I'll keep an eye on this thing to make sure if it does anything else weird. I'll get back to you, and thanks again." he said before springing off his perch and over the ledge of the building, throwing out a webline to swing away from on.
Peter crashed onto his bed when he got home last night, after sliding his suit off and making it go into his closet for the night, sleep greeted him like an old friend. However when he woke up, he felt like they left too soon once again. "Uuuuuggghhhhhhhhhh." he groaned tiredly as he lifted his head off his pillow, his hair sticking up in every which way due to a thing of bed head. Throwing his covers off, he stood up stretched his back before getting up from bed and walking out the door of his bedroom into the living room and kitchen of his and Harry's apartment.
"Harry? You home?" he asked, rubbing his eyes as he walked up to the refrigerator. Opening the door he grabbed a small bottle of orange juice and unscrewed the plastic cap before taking a gulp of it. "Guess not." he assumed after swallowing the juice. Ok, Ned and Betty's wedding is today a 10, and I told MJ I'd pick her up at 9. he began planning before looking at the digital clock on the stove.
It was 9:30.
He spat out the orange juice he just drank, "OH MY GOD!" he yelled before bolting to his bedroom.
Grabbing his scroll off his bedside table, he pressed the button to see why his alarm hadn't gone off….only to realize that he didn't charge it last night. "OH MY DOUBLE GOD!" he yelped as he leapt across his room to his closet door and threw it open, the black suit springing out and wrapping around him. After grabbing his camera and changing out his scroll's battery with a spare, he leapt out of the open window of his bathroom ceiling and immediately began a mad swing towards downtown where the wedding was going to be held.
"Ok! Ok, ok. Calm down Webhead." he told himself as he swung through the city, "I can make it to the wedding in time, MJ probably figured out I'm not picking her up, side note apologize for THAT when I see her, so I'll meet her there." he reasoned to himself as he threw himself off his webline at high speeds across a rooftop before flicking his wrist out to shoot another line.
Landing on the wall of a building, he took out the scroll and battery from his suit, "But just to be safe…." he said as he changed out the battery.
And his scroll chimed like a holiday jingle as soon as power was restored, "Aw crap." he said as he began swinging with one hand while reading through the messages MJ sent.
'Hey, you up?'
'That's not me being a flirt, I'm actually asking if you're awake.'
'Ok the fact you haven't messaged or called me to joke about the 'up' thing tells me your still asleep.'
'Tiger I know you can tell time so you must have run into something. I'm heading to the wedding now, Liz will give me a lift.'
'I just read on the Bugle you got Rose last night! We should celebrate!'
'Hey you ok?'
'Peter, seriously I'm starting to get a little worried.'
'Ok I just checked all of social media and there's no sign of you anywhere. So I'm assuming you lost your scroll again or something. Just meet me at the wedding.'
Peter felt like a ball of Led had been shoved down his throat and into his gut, he didn't mean to worry MJ like this! 'Sorry, overslept and didn't charge my scroll last night, OMW to wedding-' his spider sense stopped him mid typing to look up as he was swinging to see himself going straight for a billboard! "Crap!" he yelped as he pulled himself up on his webbing and vaulted over the sign. Rolling across the roof he sprung off and hit send on his scroll before 'pocketing' it with his costume.
The sound of police sirens below made him look down to see a squad car turn the corner coming up, Oh come on, it's…..it's one car. If it was a problem then they'd send more right? It's probably something stupid anyway. I can't miss the wedding. he thought as he swung past the intersection where the car turned.
A few seconds later, Spider-Man swung back, shooting a web onto the side of the building he just passed to swing after the police car.
Following the sirens, Peter experienced a feeling of dread when the car stopped outside the penthouse that he ha just busted the Rose at the night prior. "Oh come on." he groaned to himself before swinging up to the already broken window he had made the night before. flying through the holographic police barrier that they ha set upt to secure the crime scene.
"Ok, whoever is here please show yourself? I don't want to add to the whole 'criminals return to the scene of the crime' trope anymore than you do." he called out as he walked across the room. Jumping up to the second floor, he saw a pair of double doors at the end of the hall slightly ajar. Jumping onto the wall he approached the doros and used a web to fling it open, inside the room was an office, with a painting of a woman with black hair with grey on the sides of her head that originally seemed to be on the wall behind the desk, now on the floor.
With an open wall safe behind it with sand inside, "Oh Marko…." he trailed off as he entered the room. Suddenly the doors slammed shut behind him as Sandman formed between him and the door, "Marko…Flint, don't do this, please." he asked the ex-huntsmen, a duffle bag over his shoulder. His hands were formed into giant maces with spikes, but Peter's Spider Sense wasn't going off.
"Forget you saw me web head." Sandman said.
Peter shook his head, "Marko listen, I talked with a captain in the police, she can cut you a deal for what you've done. But if you do this? That's out the window man." he warned. Marko looked down at the bag over his shoulder, the vigilante still didn't feel any danger but the police were on their way up here and they could catch them any minute.
"You can't tell me you wouldn't do the same." Marko replied coldly before looking directly at the wall crawler's eyes, "Do you have a kid?" he asked.
"No…no not yet." Peter replied with a shake of his head, "And I won't say I wouldn't be tempted…..but I also know that I wouldn't be alone." he said as he took a step forward.
Marko grit his teeth in frustration, "I don't have a choice…..I can get a second chance from the cops but….the money I need? Who would hire an ex-supervillain?" he asked rhetorically. Spider-Man looked down in contemplation, he took a deep breath before letting it out and looked back up at Marko, "If your serious about going straight? If you give me your word? I know someone who can get you one." he replied.
Marko blinked at him in disbelief, "Wh-What? Why?"
"Well you said you need one and-"
Marko shook his head, "No I mean why the hell would you help me?! I've tried to kill you before!"
Spider-Man rubbed the back of his head, "Well…..because I can. My…..dad….he told me once that with power comes responsibility. It's the reason I do this in the first place….and if I can help you then I have to help you." he explained to the ex-huntsman. Marko looked down at the bag again, "But you have to be serious about this, wanting to see your daughter again? I know you want that but it's gonna take some work, but I know you can do it." he encouraged.
Flint stared at the bag of money he had stolen. And let it slide off his shoulder and hit the ground.
Peter let out a breath just as the doors in the parlor opened, "Police! Come out with your hands up!"
Sandman and Spider-Man shared a look, the vigilante sighing, "I'll take care of it." he said as he approached the door, Mako stepping aside and allowing him to open the doors before clearing his throat, "Curse you coppers! You've foiled my plans! You'll never catch me!" he cried out before leaping over the balcony and out the window again as the police shot at him.
As the officers left the way they came to report what happened, Marko smiled, "Thanks kid."
Peter got to the wedding fifteen minutes late, but that was thankfully at the time to get the money shot of Ned and Betty exchange their vows and kiss. "Smile!" Peter said before snapping a picture of Jonah with his arms around the bride and groom, Jonah unsarcastically looked ecstatic as the picture was taken. "Boss you look….well, happy." he said as Betty and Ned parted from their boss.
"Are you kidding me Parker? Why wouldn't I be, Spider-Man! Caught at the scene of his crime twice!" he said jovially, making Peter frown. "Which reminds me, where were you Parker? Snapping that arachnid is your job!" he barked at the young man as the wedding reception continued around them.
"I was sleeping." Peter replied, Or I wish I was. he thought.
Jonah scoffed, "Parker after the past year in the business I'd think you'd learn that coffee is your best friend. Now where's Robbie? Robbie!" he called out as he began walking through the crowd of his employees and their guests. Peter rolled his eyes as he waked over to the bride and groom, Betty wore a modest gown with long gloves that ran up to her shoulders and showed up the top portion of her back, her veil having holes in it for her ears to poke though.
The two lovebirds beamed at him, "Thanks Pete, I'm pretty sure he wanted that for his Council Ad." Ned said dryly as his new wife embraced him with a hug. Peter returned it with a smile, happy to see his co-workers and friends so happy.
"When MJ got here without you I was getting a little worried." Betty admitted, her ears flattening a little bit. "But she told us that you'd be here so we sorta got started without you." she said jokingly.
Peter shook his head, "I am so sorry about that, I was on my way to pick her up when the cab I was in got caught in traffic." he lied, rubbing the back of his head in a sheepish manner. He held up his camera, "I did make in time for an important shot thought." he said as he flicked to the photo he had captured of Ned and Betty kissing and showing it to them. Their faces softening while tears welled in Betty's eyes, "I'll get these printed tomorrow for you guys…..Jonah doesn't need to know I'm using the Bugle printers for that." he reasoned.
Betty smiled at him before pulling him into another hug, "Excuse me, I believe that's mine." Betty let go of Peter and let him turn around to the sound of MJ's voice.
Peter was stuck speechless, he swore he told MJ that she wasn't going for flashy, and ok admittedly it wasn't flashy but…..she was gorgeous. It was a white dress with straps that crossed from above her chest to over her shoulders. The skirt wrapped around her waist which was loose on the right side of her leg that would allow her to easily dance should she want. She wore a set of matching open toe heels, and the bracelet web shooters he gifted her worked to make the outfit all the more stunning.
Her luscious red hair had been curled and framed her beautiful face and mirthful smirk she wore on red lips, "Oh my god…..I stood you up." he realized as MJ approached him, leaning in to press her soft lips against the side of his face.
"Yes. You did, but if you want to make it up to me, how about a dance Tiger?" she asked as her hand easily slipped into his and pulled him to the dance floor where a nice slow song was playing. Peter for a brief second considered that he was supposed to be taking photos, but he had already snapped most of his camera's memory full, and when MJ turned to him, her dazzling green eyes looking into his?
There was nothing that could take his attention away from them.
His arms encircled around her waist, and her arms looped over his head and shoulders, "Heya." she greeted.
"I am so sorry I bailed on you." he apologized.
MJ tilted her head, "Did you help someone?" she asked.
Peter smiled at the question, "Yeah, yeah I did." he answered.
"Then I'm not mad." she replied, the couple slowly swaying to the music. Her head laid against his shoulder, smiling at the feeling of his arms just barely tightening around her almost protectively. "I get the stakes Peter. Don't ever be sorry for putting people's lives above this….ok?" she asked.
The ball of led in his gut from earlier still sat there, "I saw your messages, I'm sorry I worried you."
"Ok yeah, that I was actually mad about," she coyly replied. "But this is a pretty nice way of making it up to me." she said as her lips pressed against his neck softly.
Peter felt that led ball evaporate, "I love you." he whispered into her ear, she smiled at the way his voice was low.
"Say it again." she challenged.
"I love you Mary Jane Watson." he specified, making a warmth spread through both of them. Th couple swayed with the music for minutes upon minutes, ignoreing the rest of the world and just enjoying one another in a small bubble. "This is nice." he said suddenly. MJ hummed in agreement, "It's just…everything has been so bad for so long." he said tiredly. MJ once again agreed, "But with you here MJ I….if you weren't here? I don't know what I'd do with myself." he admitted.
MJ pulled back to look him in the eyes, "You'd do what you do best Peter. You'd care for people." she said knowingly. "That's what I love about you, you care about everyone, even when you probably shouldn't you still do." she teased lightly as her head leaned back down on his shoulder.
"MJ I'm serious." he tried.
"And so am I Tiger…but I'm glad that you see me like that." she admitted.
Peter looked around the room for Ned and Betty, seeing them also dancing together near the center of the dance floor. Have you….ever thought about it? Marriage I mean?" he asked.
MJ hummed, "Not really….I mean when I was younger? Not at all but….now and then….yeah…..I just needed to wait for the right person." she said. "You?"
Peter snorted, "When I was in high school, I wondered if any girl would ever date me." he admitted, recalling how much of a wallflower he was, in part due to Flash and how he treated him. But also because Peter didn't really….reach out to other people back then, not like now. "But now…..sometimes." he admitted, looking down at MJ whose eye met his own.
Her head lifted off his shoulder and met his lips with her own, they held each other like that for as long as they needed air before pulling away. Looking back at one another in the after math of the spark they felt go through both of them, they kissed again, MJ felt her heart thundering in her chest with excitement. "Did you get the photos you needed?" she asked.
Peter blinked, "Ye-yeah I did. Why?" he asked.
Her hands slid down around his neck and over his covered chest, "Because I was thinking we could head back to your place. Now." she said.
"Now?" he parroted back to her, her eyes boring into his as she nodded, "Ok, now." he said, nodding in agreement before MJ turned slipped her hands into his and turning around, pulling him towards the exit.
Peter had never kissed anyone while webswinging before, well to be more precise he hadn't had anyone try to kiss him while he was doing that until MJ peppered his mask with kisses on the way to his apartment. The entire time, his heart was thundering in his chest, dropping down into his bathroom throught he skylight, he barely had enough time to think of seeing if Harry was home before MJ tried pulling at his Mask, "Oh how the hell do I-" she began as she amusingly pulled at his mask.
Peter snorted, a simple thought making his mask slide away, "Oh yeah…..still getting used to that." she admitted before kissing him again on the lips.
They slowly moved out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, the door was still closed from his mad dash to get to the wedding. He didn't have time to think as the sound of MJ's shoes hitting the ground made him turn to see his girlfriend walk up to him and push up against him, capturing his lips once more. He egarly returned the affection, moaning against her lips as his tongue brushed over her lips, he could feel MJ pushing against him, urging him back to his bed.
His hands wrapped around her as he fell back, taking her with him as they kissed, Wait! Wait! Peter realized as he broke away, MJ was breathing a little heavy like him, "I….are you sure?" he asked.
Her hands cupped the sides of his face, "More than anything Peter." he affirmed, making his heart beat louder in his chest. Her gaze softened as she leaned over him, his hands reached up and stroked the side of her face lovingly. It slowly moved down her face, the sides of her neck until they stopped at the straps of her dress, he looked at her until she smiled and he hooked his thumbs under the fabric and slowly slipped them down.
MJ helped him shed her dress, and he shed the costume he wore, sending it into the closet, "I love you." Peter breathed against her lips.
MJ pulled back and leaned her head down onto Peter's, "I love you too."
AN: Whelp. Can't show what happens next or in further detail on a T rated story.
So yeah, bunch of stuff happened! Big chapter! Big weeks for Spidey really, the NWH trailer came out and everyone is losing their collective minds over it, which is understandable. Issue 72 came out this week with a BIG OL RETCON for norman that is…..devisive….and this is the same guy who made cap a nazi for a minute….
Aside from that though, not much else.
Ok so….here's the thing. I've replied to reviews on my fics for a few years now because I thought it would be a fun way to interact with those of you who do review. But lately the comments I've made and such have obviously caused some discourse and for which I am sorry for that, I've caused some confusion and been angry at some people's reviews due to personal reasons that don't justify the responses I've given. I'm sorry for that, I met some of you with anger and there's no reason for that.
I have also said the phrase, 'if you don't like it, don't read it' and that was uncalled for. It seemed to me that those who I replied to with that were not enjoying my story but continuing to read anyway just to insult the fic. That was wrong of me to assume that.
Also in regards to the Yang chapter with her coming out as Bi, that was planned back when Yang and Peter broke up. I had a much worse Idea with Yang breaking up with peter because she realized she liked blake but that quickly died as quick as it came.
Before I get to reviews, I must ask, do you guys like having your reviews replied to like this? Because if you prefer for me to just PM you back I'm fine with that.
Guest 1: I have seen that actually! It's not my type of humor but I get why people like it.
Guest 2: Nope, sorry.
Justanotherreader985: Well you got your answer!
Maelstrom Ressurected: Not yet, I mean I didn't know that because of the Spider bite altering his genes he might be unable to get either? I mean we see humans and faunus obviously have aura but Peter is….well he's technically a cross species.
Obviously I'm not going to rule it out but I mean….what other power could he get that fits the Spider Theme?
Gamelover41592: Yeah I was gonna drag it out a little longer but when I saw I was six chapters in? Screw that.
Pyrojack25: Yeah damnit if Danny Elfman can't make a good soundtrack.
And it's more like it's Hostile Takeover to Miles what it was for Peter. Basically it's a prequel book for the new game.
Guest 3: Yeah I was kind of struggling with who Spider-Man was for a little while to be honest, he's my favorite Superhero but…..I couldn't put into words why until Spider-Man day where I saw all the love people had for him and I realized why. He helps people because he feels responsible to, like this chapter with the pregnant woman, that's being friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, he can help people so he does. The problem is that like everyone, Peter wants to be a little selfish, and there's nothing wrong with that, but the last time he was? Ben died.
Superjoeyf721: It's apparently going to be shorter than usual but also more….weird I think was the term. And given what happened? I'm looking forward to a more introspective volume.
Spider-Man fan: Oh I think I see what you mean. I can definitely understand that, I mean Pyrrha and Peter weren't super close or anything so her dying doesn't really impact peter or make sense as to why he was mad at Ozpin.
See I approached it from Peter is seeing himself in Pyrrha, someone who is going to get great power and will feel obligated to help because of it. And I thought that with him knowing firsthand what that is like, he would be against putting that on anyone else. It doesn't matter if it's Pyrrha, it's the principal.
Does that make sense? Could you see it like that or should I have made it more clear when writing it?
Invincible: I didn't mean in terms of it being easier to date MJ because she's closer but I can understand how it sounded like that. I was more referring to the fact that he can tell MJ everything. That's why I think they work as a couple in the comics, Peter can be completely honest with her, but he couldn't be with Yang because at that point he didn't think he could trust anyone with his secret.
Guest 4: You are right, that wasn't right of me to use you as an example like that and I'm sorry, I clearly misread what you were saying and I took it steps too far. I made a clearly untrue assumption. And I've been exposed to remarks of Bmblebee being 'forced' or 'not what monty intended' or 'leftist pandering' but I dismiss those claims out of hand for various reasons.
You have every right to be upset at me and I'm truly sorry, that post has been deleted and while it may not undo what I've done I hope it at least shows that I'm listening and will try my best to not make such a mistake again.
Yo: I'm sorry if I came off that way, I know that on both sides there's people who bash for not liking bumblebee just as there are people who bash for liking it. Personally I'm of the mind of like what you like, as long as it's healthy and good it's not doing any harm.
And honestly I understand that all too well, while I like Blake and Yang's dynamic, the process in how they reconcile after Beacon? it's just….it gets stuck in my craw, I think Yang should have been mad if only to have someone call blake out for her actions instead of everyone forgiving her right away. That's just me, I've been called a hater because of that but I do support them.
Red and Blue: Huh…..ok that's the first time I've seen reviewrs have a back and forth like that. Neat. But Red I do agree with Blue as well, I need to re-learn to not take every review personally. I apricate the sentiment Red but I think cooler heads prevail.
Guest 5: We all have tha phase it's called High School,
Guest 6: Your right, I have been in a…I've been in a kind of a bitter place about this story for a while. I was taking all these reviews personally, and when there was a negative review I didn't always see the ciritisim that they had. But now I'm in a much better head space and I'm truly sorry for how I've acted.
Guest of Reason: I have actually, me and one of my readers who disliked the breakup had a long covosation for months on end on this site actually. However it became more and more apparent to me that we just had very different ideas on what RWBY was, ad well it ultimately led me to being frustrated with most negative reviews and being overly defensive.
But from what I have gathered, it was rushed, the reasoning I gave didn't make sense, I gave too many reasons. Ultimately I realized I need to plan my stories out more then I have been, they were always going to break up but I didn't know for sure when it would be. That was my biggest mistake.
Question Dude: Thank you for the advice, I think I really needed to hear that.
Guest 7: Oh! Ok sure, let me try and clarify.
While I understand Blake's reason for leaving the way she did in the show, and I can agree with it, I think HOW she left is….well it's kind of shitty. She leaves after her partner is wounded with a crippling injury, one who she knows has been left before and has prior issues with that, without saying a single goddamn word to anyone?
And also, Blake wanted to sort of punish herself for what she's done because she knew that the others wouldn't let her, but at that point if I was in Yang's shoes? I'd just tell her "F&#K you. You left because you wanted to feel bad and us to hate you? Well congratulations, it worked."
Now Peter however? I think he'd be somewhat sympathic due to him having a double life and his family being in danger because of what he does, I don't think he would just abandon them like Blake did, but I think he could understand why she would.
I hope this clarified things.