The Amazing Jaune Arc

by Brotherhoof12

Jaune always wanted to be a hero, that's why he enrolled into Beacon hoping it will give him the chance to do so. What he got was a rejection letter for his troubles. Now living in Vale with no direction Jaune asks himself if he will ever have the chance to be what he dreamed to be. Turns out his question was answered with a spider bite.

18. Chapter 18

Disclaimer: Brotherhoof12 doesn't own Spiderman or RWBY. They all belongs to their respective creators. Please enjoy this chapter.

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(Chapter 18: Caught)

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In life, preferably the life of a teenage boy in high school, it always seemed like a faint dream to get a beautiful girl to ask you to hang out with her. Even more rare when said girl is a Huntress-in-Training capable of killing large monsters with a team of other girls using impossible weapons.

Many boys would have fought each other for a chance to get an opportunity to try and woo girls like them, and an even higher chance if some boys liked quiet, mysterious beauties that are all rolled into one.

"Soooo…" Jaune Arc, social reject by day and hero by night, played with his utensils as he tried to find a good question to start the conversation that was going horribly wrong. "You… read books often?"

Blake was mid page flip before she stopped and looked at the blonde across their table as she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Me too!" He gave her a fake smile. "What… um… what book are you reading now...?"

"..."

Staring at him for just a few more seconds, Blake set her eyes back on the book, leaving Jaune to sit uncomfortably as he tried to find other ways to fill the silence.

"Yeah..." Jaune took the glass of water he had in front of him and took a sip due to how dry the conversation was. "That's my favorite book, too."

At first glance, people who don't know these two would assume that they are a young couple trying to know each other, but for Blake and Jaune, these two have only known each other just enough that if someone would've come up to them and say that they look 'cute' being all nervous with each other, the two teens would immediately deny that claim.

'Still, it is kind of my fault that she's like this. After all-' The secret hero's thoughts were interrupted.

"Psst! Jaune! Tell her that her hair is pretty or that what she's wearing is really cute." Gwen whispered to him, hoping her quiet tone won't be heard. "And maybe a little bit slutty, but don't tell her that!"

From the corner of his eye, Jaune saw Blake's bow twitch and her hands grip the ends of her book a little tighter.

'We have an audience before us.' The secret cat Faunus thought irritatedly.

Moving his head away from the bookworm, the blonde teen looked at his two friends, Gwen Stacy and Harry Osborn as they stayed quiet and watching them as if it was a life action TV.

"So!" The secret hero tapped his fingers on the table in an unrecognizable tune. "You have a great hair! How do you keep it so straight? My sisters would kill to know what brand of shampoo and conditioner you use!"

(Flip)

Her only answer was to just flip another page.

Giving Gwen a glare for making him ask a question like that to a girl who could kill him in a hundred different ways, his only female friend from school just shrugged her shoulders and drank from her cup as if she wasn't wrong.

His friends had hoped that they could know more of Jaune's friend from Beacon, but for the past ten minutes, they only got a few grunts and short replies from her, leaving them no choice but to try and salvage this wreck.

'Still, glad they stuck around, they could have left me with an excuse to leave me with Blake, but they're still here. What good friends!' Jaune smiled secretly.

"AH!" Harry pushed his drink by 'accident' onto the floor and creating a small puddle of soda. "Oh no!"

"Looks like we don't have napkins to wipe it down." Gwen looked at the table. "I'll go in the back and get some."

"Weren't you fired? I'm pretty sure they would just tell you to get out of the kitchen." Jaune looked at her suspiciously. "Not to mention, I see some napkins from the table next to us. Actually, every table around here has napkins except for this one for some reason."

"I'll go get some napkins." Completely denying what her friend has said, Gwen pushed her chair away from the table and walked away.

"I'll go help you." Harry stood up.

"You stay here." Jaune, using his super reflexes and strength, grabbed Harry's shoulder and forced him down.

"I'll just sit down, then." The wealthy teen automatically said while trying to pry his friend's iron grip from his shoulder.

'You caused this, so you suffer through it too.' Jaune thought.

Now, without Gwen to try and give Jaune questions to ask their fourth guest, the table soon became heavy with awkward silence.

'It's ok, Gwen said she's going to get napkins and come back. I mean, how long does it take to get napkins from such a small restaurant?' The blonde positively thought.

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(15 minutes later)

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'Where the heck are the napkins!?'

Looking at his scroll to make sure he was right, not only did Gwen lie to him that she was going to get some napkins, the gang did not know it would take fifteen minutes to just get simple napkins.

Putting away his device, the nervous blonde looked at his remaining friend for any plans that could help him alleviate the constant stream of him unable to form words.

"Why are you looking at me?" The young billionaire shrugged his shoulders. "I got nothing. I mean, just look."

Now giving up any hopes for development between his friend and the new girl he just met, Harry pointed a finger at Blake who was still in the same spot still reading her book.

Lifting her eyes to see Jaune's friend pointing at her, the silent reader just rolled her eyes and kept staying silent leaving both boys to wallow with how uncomfortable the situation is.

"I thought you knew her, Jaune." Harry muttered.

"I do know her." Jaune answered in a harsh whisper.

'Just not well enough, I suppose.' He added in his mind.

"Well, say something! I thought this would be interesting to know what's between you two…"

"I told you guys that we know each other through a friend."

"Instead, I see just two anti-social teens!" Rubbing his face due to frustration, Harry was about to say more when his eyes widened and spoke. "Finally! Gwen's here with the napkins."

Taking this as a good thing, Jaune turned his head and was about to ask her why it took so long, but found no one in sight.

The young hero turned to face his friend again, only to see the chair that was supposed to house him empty and a little bit moved.

'How the he-' The blonde hero quickly looked outside the window and saw both Harry and Gwen smiling and waving their hands to signal their departure.

'They freakin' diched me!' Jaune incredulously stared at them.

He was about to storm out of the diner to make them return here, only to stop when Blake closed her book and placed it on the table.

"Now, can we talk?" She spoke with a hint of annoyance. "Or are you going to try and keep us here a little longer and make me give up?"

"Oh." Jaune's cheeks flared red. "You knew all along?"

"Pretty sure when you said 'No' I figured you would try to do something like this." She explained.

'Busted.' The blonde looked embarrassed.

"Now," Taking the initiative in the conversation, Blake placed her scroll on the table and pushed it to her only audience. "With no one trying to distract us, we can get down to why I need your help."

Seeing that her scroll is in front of him, Jaune saw this as a sign to look at what she was showing him. Bringing the device closer to him, the young hero saw a picture with what appears to be a mob wreaking havoc on the streets.

'She wanted to show me this? I see this all the time whenever I'm Spider-Man, usually when it involves a parade or a sports game…. maybe a sale on Black Friday.' Jaune furrowed his brows when he spotted something unusual in the picture.

At first glance, the teen would have just asked her why she shown this to him, only for him to remain silent and finally saw the reason the riot was caused in the first place.

'Spiders, there so many of them.'

The spider Jaune was thinking about was not the creature itself, it was his symbol being worn by tons people that gave him a clear indication as to why Blake was making him see the picture.

Soon, memories of when he escaped from the soldiers from Atlas and Mr. Osborn's guards flooded his mind. Not only that, he also remembered so many people trying to catch a glimpse of him too.

'The people wearing the spider shirts, are they the reason they started the fight? Or was it the people not wearing my symbol?' He began to think.

It was bound to happen, when too many people congregate to a location where a person with massive influence is currently staying conflict soon follows. He just never expected that his popularity got so far as to people fighting for him if someone talks bad about his heroics.

"By your expression I can see that I have your attention." Cutting of his inner thoughts, the Faunus in hiding pulled back her scroll and stuffed it in her pocket.

"Why are you showing me this?" He asked, trying to hide his suspicions as to how she got a photo with how close it was to the fighting. Normally, photographers try to get a safe distance to things such as this, but with how close it was Jaune might assume she knows someone that was part of the fighting. "If you're trying to help me with pictures, I think I'll have to decline."

"It's not just that," She shook her head to deny what Jaune said to her. "It may look like a fight gone bad, but it's more than that."

Scanning her surroundings to check if someone might be listening in, Blake spoke in a much quieter tone while also lifting her hands to her lips in case someone walks by.

"I know you're close to Spider-Man and that he's getting real popular in Vale, but he has to be even more careful with so many eyes trying to find him." She whispered.

"You mean Roman and the White Fang? He already knows to watch his back, you don't have to worry." Jaune tried to assure.

'Not to mention the bonus of sensing danger nearby.' He added.

Shaking her head even more aggressively, the young Huntress let out a huff before talking in a quiet voice again.

"Not just that, you both need to realize that most of the people in Vale don't just think of him as a celebrity. They think of Spider-Man as an actual hero, someone that jumped out of a comic book, if people are willing to fight for him then you need to tell him that he needs to be more careful."

When hearing what Blake say about his hero persona, Jaune had to take a moment to digest what she was implying.

'Even now, my actions of what I'm doing as Spider-Man is causing unrest. But, this is all I know, I can't give up on this, not when I know that I have to fix my mistakes when I first donned the mask.' Jaune thought.

"You're saying that what he's doing is too much of a good thing?" He asked.

"What I'm saying is, is that he's spreading too much attention to himself, you're not helping with the situation either." Blake told him.

Jaune gave the huntress a confused look, making the girl to go into detail on how he was also the problem.

"Since you keep taking pictures of Spider-Man, people will connect the dots on both of you, you were lucky that I found out, but what if someone with a darker agenda finds out?" She probed.

'Aunt May!' He widened his eyes.

"Your face already tells me you have some people I important to you that might get caught up in all this, so I'm glad your not ignorant about how dangerous this is." Blake gave a contempt nod at the boy.

"This riot was caused when people found out Spider-Man was at the docks where he stopped Roman from stealing Dust." Swiping some more pictures on her scroll, Blake showed him a photo of Tuskon. "He also saved one of my friends who was trying to get away from the White Fang, not just him either more than half of the Faunus that was at the docks defected that also want to get out of the group."

"Let me guess, the White Fang also doesn't like that?" Jaune said in a flat tone, finally seeing where this story was going.

"The White Fang absolutely hates humans," She said bitterly. "But they hate traitors even more and when Spider-Man talked most of them to not join, it also made the Faunus who live in Vale believe that Spider-Man is the only one they should listen."

What Blake told him made Jaune think once again how much gravity he holds when he was Spider-Man, he could fathom how the Faunus in Vale are now making him out to be their leader. After all, he just wanted this kingdom to be a safe place where no one gets hurt and as Spider-Man the Faunus can now breathe a little easier knowing they aren't being harassed now that they have someone watching over them.

Taking his silence as a sign for her to keep talking, Blake typed in some letters in her scroll then showed the blonde teen a website that held pictures of him as well as a flood of comments.

"I'm not sure both of you check what people say about this on the internet, there's a lot of people who say things that are close to hero worship. Celebrities have things like this all the time with fans, Spider-Man is different because how he acts are inspiring so much positive feedback from both Faunus and Humans."

"And the White Fang doesn't like that?"

"No, the White Fang's primary goal is to show that the Faunus is the superior race and are willing to cause fear so people will listen to them. Now, that Spider-Man has appeared it became harder for the White Fang to recruit more followers making Spider-Man hated within the community of the Faunus."

"Hated? you said he was idolized by most of the Faunus in Vale."

'Lady, you make the whole mysterious, calm, and cool shtick down to a T, but you suck at explaining stuff.' He criticized the girl in the back of his mind.

"In Vale, but not in the other kingdoms. The Fang is too deeply rooted with hate for what the humans, even more so with Atlas, in Vale though Spider-Man became more than just a Faunus wearing a mask. He became a symbol, a symbol for Faunus to take responsibility in their life and not be ruled by years of racial bigotry."

That last sentence sounded both happy and jealous, something he never thought a girl like Blake would show to anyone. Not wanting to call that out, he just let his mind file all the information he received then snapped back to attention when Blake started to talk again.

"The Fang still hasn't given up on setting themselves In Vale, my friend, Tuskon gave me a date on when the next recruitment will take place." Taking a napkin from the other table, Jaune gave her a pen he had in his bag and waited for her to finish whatever she was scribbling down.

"This is the address to the location that will happen at the end of the week, I need you both to meet me there." Blake gave him the napkin and the pen back.

Seeing the address was a street he frequently visited down town at night, the young hero was going to say his thanks when he stopped after hearing her request.

"You want me," He pointed a finger to his face. "To tag along to a FAUNUS. ONLY. HIDEOUT?"

This time, it was her who make a confused look at what she was hearing.

"Of course, I know you're not a Faunus." How easily she said that made Jaune's face go blank. "It would be better if we all go in a group since the White Fang has been desperate for more members, while the both of us enter it would leave Spider-Man the opportunity to sneak inside.

It was a good plan to follow, the White Fang wants more members and would not complain if more want to join, but the problem Jaune's facing was something he couldn't tell Blake.

'I'm human, so does that mean Blake wants me to pretend I'm a Faunus? I could pull off being a Faunus, at least, that's what I think I can do.' The blonde thought.

True to what he's thinking, Jaune was born from his human parents with no animalistic traits that could pass on to be the same as Blake or any other Faunus. At the same time, he couldn't say he wasn't a Faunus either, not when he has all the characteristics of one, he could even say that he was more spider then any arachnid Faunus. If push comes to shove then he might have to tell Blake a lie that he is a Faunus, but not a spider one since she was smart enough that he was related to Spider-Man from the Bugle. If she sees Jaune perform spider Faunus traits then it won't be long for her to finally connect the dots that he was Spider-Man and not just a friend to him.

"I'm not sure about this." He said with uncertainty.

"It's understandable that you don't want to be anywhere near them, but you don't have to worry about being a major part in it. We just need to look like we belong there and you can leave the rest to me and Spider-Man. You could also take picture as proof of what Roman is doing."

"And how exactly are you so sure this plan will work?" Jaune spoke in an aggravated tone. However, after he said that, he quickly realized the mistake of showing his emotions and took a few seconds to catch himself.

"I'm sorry, I just feel a bit nervous that this won't be such a good plan. I mean, won't they make sure that the people their trying to recruit are actually Faunus?"

"I know that you don't trust me on this plan." Blake told him with to hints of secrecy.

'I don't trust you as far as I can throw you. And I can throw pretty far, too.'

"That's why I asked my friend to pull a few strings. He knows some people who are still part of the Fang, there also worried about what would happen if they quit, so there still in the group. One of his friends also happens to be in Vale as a security guard for a recruitment drive." Her explanation of what's about to happen caused Jaune to finally see what she is getting at, making him finish the rest of her sentence.

"Leaving us able to just cruse on through with no one to question us. Like a bouncer letting in people who are on the list." He gave an example from the top of his head.

'That or letting the hot chicks skip the line to enter. Huh, I wonder If I can skip the line if I wear my Spider suit?'

"That leaves the guards to not question us, but what about people who decide to ask us what we are?" He continued.

"Don't worry, I won't make you wear fake ears or a tail, not all Faunus have distinctive traits. If they want, some Faunus can hide what they are."

'Oh, yeah, I know that since I'm hiding what type of Faunus I am. There I go again, thinking I'm a Faunus, but I am, or am I? Darn, this type of identity crisis seems so easy to understand for heroes in the comics.'

"That's why we can just say that you're a Faunus that has claws or fangs, nothing too distinguishable, but what matters is that we enter and find out what Roman has been doing and why he's been laying low for so long."

For once, Jaune no longer had doubts that this plan wasn't a total flop after all. The usual shake down he does whenever he stops the White Fang or Roman's men from stealing dust hasn't given him any solid locations, so with the help of Blake, he might finally get a chance to catch down Roman.

That is, until a thought passed through his head when he realized something was wrong with the picture he was now seeing.

"Where's Ruby?" His sudden question made Blake's eyes go wide then looked away now that he finally caught on to why only she was here.

The problem he was seeing now was the three other young Huntresses that are supposed to be here planning this out as well were nowhere to be seen. It was odd that she decided to drop in without notice, even more odd that she was telling him all of this when her team should be here too.

"Blake, please tell me they're just late and they'll be here shortly."

"..." Once again, Blake's silent approach confirmed what Jaune dreaded from the moment his friends did the same thing to him just as Blake is doing now.

'She ditched them. Why is she telling me? The guy she barely knows, and not to her friends? Speaking about friends...'

"They still think you're at School? I'm pretty sure by now they're starting to figure out you're not there, so please tell me why you're deciding to go against their back for this."

Jaune didn't want Blake to do this again, she did it the first time when she ran away to stop Roman at the docks. Ruby even called him to say that Blake will try to be more honest with the team, since he was also a great help at telling her where her black-haired teammate went.

Now, once again, Blake has decided to keep playing solo and is trying once more to infiltrate a terrorist hide out with no back up what-so-ever. Technically, she won't be alone since she's deciding to ask the same person to come with her as a follower and as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

"Blake, please tell me in the next five seconds Ruby and the rest of your team will walk in."

Where his finger was pointing at, three old ladies walked in through the front door. Taking his eyes away from the senior citizens, Jaune's hand laid back on the table and asked Blake a question in a serious voice.

"Please tell me Ruby and the rest of your team decided to take a detour to a costume store to dress up as old ladies before arriving here."

Confused in thought after hearing Juane say that, Blake sighed then looked back at Jaune with the same guilty look she had just a couple of seconds ago.

"I didn't tell them, because I don't want them to be hurt." With how her eyes seem to stare right at him with no sign of looking away, one might assume she was telling the truth.

'She's totally bluffing and I didn't even need my spider sense to tell me that either. Still, I don't want to lie to Ruby if she decides to ask me what Blake's plans are, but I also know that Blake is too stubborn to walk out of this now.'

"it's never easy." He muttered to himself.

"I'm sorry?" Blake asked since her ears were twitching to indicate she heard him whisper something.

"I said this is dumb and you not bringing backup is not going to be easy." He pounded his fist on the table, making sure he didn't apply any strength that would shatter the table into dust. "I know you're smart to make this plan and all, but I seriously doubt bringing one nerd of a guy like me is not one of them. Seriously, why not bring your friends? I'm sure they would love to help you."

'Especially Ruby's older sister, I feel like if she had the chance to know where Roman might be she would just screw the plan and smash anything that was in her way. Hmm, I feel like that happened before at some bar I tried to get a job at… oh well, can't remember.'

"I can't risk their lives over my stupid mistakes," She balled up her fist in anger. "I thought my past would stay behind me, but I just kept lying to myself that it was never going to come back."

'You're 17, right? Why do you sound like those adults I see in the movies with dark and shady pasts? Shouldn't your mistake be picking a wrong clique or having a bad taste in boys?'

"For once, the people I call friends are the people I can trust the most, so I can't let them join if there is a chance they'll get hurt."

'If they're your friends, then what does that mean for me?'

"It's also because I need some experienced fighters, someone who can end it quickly. I don't know what type of fighting style Spider-Man uses, it's unconventional and at first glance it might look like an amateur can do it."

'I don't know which is worse. That she thinks her friends can't do it or that she's complementing me on how skilled I am and at the same time critiquing me on how I fight.'

"But once again, I was surprised at how fluid and strong when he fought the Fang. Even more so with how he knew who was attacking him when he wasn't paying attention." She stopped her drabble when Jaune continued to stare at her as she talked. "I'm sorry, with how I'm talking about him I might seem like I'm a fan just like Ruby. I'm not, by the way."

'Could have fooled me.' He resist the urge to roll his eyes.

"I feel that, no, I know that if I go with the help of Spider-Man I can do more than just fight. Spider-Man talked out most of them at the docks, something I failed to do, which is why I want to try that sane approach one more time." She said hopefully.

"And if it doesn't work?" Jaune asked.

"I have faith that he can reach out to them." This time, she sounded truthful.

'You put way too much faith in him. Me… whatever.'

"So," Jaune rapped his knuckles on the hard wood table. "You plan to just take me, a normal civilian photographer as your temporary partner and a masked vigilante, to a terrorist infested hideout without your team members who are trained to fight monsters?"

"Jaune." Reaching for her glass of water, Blake took a few sips before she placed it back down. "You make is sound like I haven't made a plan at all."

'You. DIDN'T! It just sounds like you're just hoping for the best and just let Spider-Man-no, ME! Do most of the work!'

"I like to state that this is a bad idea and I will call Ruby to let her know."

"If you do that, then you won't join me." She gave a frustrated growl at how Jaune wants to back out.

"You already gave me the address." To prove his point, he even placed it on the table to show the location Blake written down.

Staring at her handiwork, Jaune had to mentally slap his head at his idiocy when he saw Blake snatch the parchment from the table and ripped it into tiny pieces.

'Should've seen that one coming.'

"Any other bright ideas on how to tell them?" She gave Jaune a look that invited him to take on that challenge.

'Well, I walked into that one. Looks like I should stick to her suicide mission until I find another way to get her friend's help. As much as I want to do this alone, I know that help is always a good option, especially when it's friends who can wield crazy OP weapons.'

The options given was not an easy one for him, in one hand he can stick to her plan and go with her to find out what Roman has been doing and catch him, but the downside would be to try to get the chance to sneak away from her and find a place not heavily guarded so he can change into Spider-Man. With the second option he can just not go with the plan and tell her friends what Blake's been doing without their knowing, yet that will also lead to how much trouble Blake will cause if her cover has been blown and he wasn't there to help her.

'I'm stumped. The options given to me are bad, no matter how much I think of different ways, it all leads to something either causing a big explosion or a massive shoot out. Huh, usually when I do this, there's less of that, but when I'm helping them I feel like my life's being cut in half.'

Suddenly, his brain clicked, like placing a piece of a puzzle that at first glance might not fit, Jaune found a solution that could benefit him in the long run.

"No." Was all he said.

"No? What do you mean?" She asked, not expecting for him to say that.

"I mean, I'm not going."

Her eyes narrowing, Blake was about to say something when Jaune stopped her by lifting his hand up.

"I'm not going to tell them either."

With her eyes still showing paranoia, Blake continued to stare.

"If I tell them about this, I'm sure you'll find a different time to start your little reconnaissance, maybe decide on a different day too. Which is why I got a different idea on how to approach this."

"I don't think you understand the weight of this." Blake's voice became harsh. "Roman is manipulating innocent lives, young and old, for whatever sick plan he has in store for Vale. I can't just change my plan this quickly with how short the deadline is."

It may sound arrogant, but Blake has known the White Fang and was trained to be a Huntress, to be able to fight Grimm that are leagues more difficult than any trained soldier can handle. To hear that a boy like him, a civilian, say that he has a better idea is laughable. She knows that it might be a bit too harsh, but Blake knows that if she needs Spider-Man's help, then she has needs Jaune's cooperation to help complete her agenda.

"Fine." She seethed, crossing her arms to make it known that she wasn't happy. "What do you have in mind."

"If I stay behind, then you know Ruby will find out. Just like how she found out where to find you at the docks."

"Wait, she didn't tell me that." Suddenly, the longer she spoked her tone of voice became icier. "So, you're the one that told her where I was."

'Darn, sorry for throwing you under the bus, Ruby. Or did I throw myself under the bus?'

"Ok, let's just forget that part and get back on track." Jaune waved his last remark off and continued to talk. "Since I'll stay behind, Ruby will come to find me and ask me questions."

"You know that if you hold any information about where I am, then Yang will be the one to push questions rather than her sister."

Images of Ruby using her puppy dog eyes against Jaune were replaced with her older sister, Yang. Eyes of silver now changed to blood red was all that Jaune could see, add the blonde bombshell's hair that can be doused in flame giving her more of a demonic look almost made Jaune wonder if the plan he's making isn't as safe as he thought it would be.

"True," He body shivered when he remembered the stories Ruby told him about what Yang does when she gets angry. "And for that fact I'll tell them where you are. That is, If I can remember what location you'll be when the rally begins. I don't have it since you tore it up, so I'll have to tell them to the best of my knowledge and even then, I'm not sure what I gave them is correct."

"So you plan to give them false information? You know my point still stands that Yang will have you in a vice if you lie to them."

Instinctively, Jaune crossed his legs under the table to protect his third organic web shooter.

"I'm not afraid. Besides, she wouldn't harm a civilian since she's under law as a Huntress. The whole registered thing is still warranted for those with aura, after all."

"So, you know about the registration of people who has unlocked aura. Of course you do you're friends with Spider-Man, so of course you knew about it."

'I learned most of it today from my friend, but I really don't have to tell her that much anyway.'

Though he does intend to lead Ruby and her team away from Blake, he also needs to make sure that he has enough time to move from point A to point B.

"I'll be more of a liability to you, which is why it's better for me to run interference rather than play spy. Maybe you can have someone else join you, like Sun!"

"No." She instantly shot down the idea faster than Ruby firing her Crescent rose at a nevermore.

"Ok, totally understandable. But I'm positive the help you'll need is Spider-Man, he's been following leads on Roman for some time, so I'm sure both of you can compare on what both of you found."

Silence was her only answer, leaving the young spider to ponder if he got her hooked onto the idea or not. Even if he somehow entered the rally and changed into his hero costume without detection, Blake would still put the pieces together and expose him for being one and the same person.

That's also considering if he did give Ruby a false lead on where her friend could be, the wall crawler still had to make sure to arrive at the destination on time. There is to many variables on how his plan might fail, one of those major flaws was how he was supposed to be in two places at once.

Add in the fact that Jaune is trying to talk to a girl who was once part of a large terrorist organization and a Huntress-in-training made him wonder if his poker face can make her believe his reasons.

'Blake probably knows when people are either lying or hiding something, I can't match her in keeping secrets. I'm already having trouble trying to keep one, so there's no way I can keep lying to people.'

"Look, I'm gonna be real here." Finally giving up on trying to conceal his intentions, Jaune stared into Blakes eyes to show he was no longer hiding anything to her. "I'm honestly scared of the plan you made. I mean, you want me, a civilian, to join you to infiltrate a highly armed group that hates humans, can you think the problems of that alone can bring?"

Not a few seconds after he said that did Blake's face finally shown surprise at what her plan entailed. Her obsession with the White Fang and her short sleep made her not think about the situations that could happen when having a normal person be at a place there not suited for.

"I'm sorry." Her face was downcast and her disguised bow slightly falling forward. "I just didn't think a head."

'I can't lie to save my butt like Blake can, which is why being honest about how I feel about this will throw her off.'

"Blake," Jaune started to notice the dark bags under her eyes. "Have you been sleeping properly?"

"No," Her shoulders slumped. "I've been researching about White Fang activity and Spider-Man sightings with barely enough sleep. Don't say that I should rest, I'm too close to stop now, not when I finally got a chance to catch Roman."

"Don't worry, I'm sure your team will be the ones to say it not me. I'm just concerned about how this will affect the plan."

"It won't." She said stubbornly.

"Look, you and I both know that when the plan is set in motion, Spider-Man will do as much as he can while you see what Roman has to offer the Faunus that are joining the Fang."

This time, Blake was starting to see how this would be more beneficial to both of parties, even if she has her doubts the black-haired girl could see the logic about throwing someone off the trail.

"You can see how logical this idea is, I'll make sure to give them a false location, you and Spider-Man find out what Roman has in store, catch him red handed, and bask in comfort knowing you just sent one of the most wanted man in Remnant."

'And with pictures showing Spider-Man helping a Huntress catch someone dangerous could finally make people who think I'm not a criminal have a better perspective of me. Plus, rubbing the evidence at J.J is a bonus, too.'

"You sound pretty sure that Spider-Man will also agree to this." She reminded him that if the plan would work she would also need the wall crawler's agreement. "Will he accept the idea and help? I know he prefers the direct approach since he's been catching Roman's thugs every night, so I'm sure when he shows up his costume will be a big give away."

'Hey! The red and blue is iconic, cool, and the only colors I had available to me at the 99 Lien store.'

"I'm serious about his design. I know how he likes to dress up as a hero, but for this to work we need him to sneak in without detection. I'm also positive that even a human can see him a mile away thanks to his get up, so he needs to either ditch the costume or sneak in with me."

A stealth operation required stealth to complete the task at hand, Spider-Man knows this better than anyone when it comes to sneaking in the shadows. Thanks to his abilities that allow him to be extremely flexible and nimble thugs and gangsters never knew what hit'em before it was too late.

And even when they did spot him, the web head would do it intentionally in situations when criminals decided to put the innocent in harm's way. Wearing bright colors makes it easier for them to shoot him rather than miss and hit someone unlucky enough to be caught in the cross fire.

'It would be very useful to wear something that complements my stealth techniques, but I already put too much on upgrading my spider suit that I don't know if I have enough time and money to make a different one.'

"I'll see if he can comb through his closet for something more discreet." Taking out his scroll to check the time, the secret hero was surprised to see that their conversation lasted over an hour. "Wow, look at the time. I should probably go home, I don't want my aunt to be worried."

"How is she, by the way?" Jaune stared at Blake, making the girl's cheeks flush with embarrassment for asking a question like that out of the blue. "The first time we met she made quite the impression. I was just wondering how she's doing."

"She's doing great." He remembered her smile when she had Blake over at the house. "Now that I think about it, I'm sure she's going to be even happier knowing that I stayed out of the house due to me talking to a girl."

Her tired eye was now showing signs of amusement after hearing that comment, letting the serious atmosphere fade away to make room for small talk.

"I'm glad that she's doing fine then." She checked her own scroll to see if anyone messaged her. "I should also be back to Beacon, I've been gone for a while I'm sure my team will start searching. Take care of yourself." She got out of her seat and reached her hand out to him.

"You too, Blake." Extending his hand out, Jaune shook the cat girl's hand. "I'll make sure to give the message to Spider-Man to meet you."

"Oh! Right, let me right down the information again." Using a napkin from the table, Blake written the time and location of where they should meet. "Make sure he meets me there in a few days and remember about my team asking you where I am."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to stall for time." He reassured her.

See as there was nothing left to say, the blonde spider was packing up all his stuff to leave for home when he was stopped by his boss.

"Don't forget to pay." She pushed the check towards him.

"But, I didn't order anything." He spoke weakly while his hands automatically went to his already light wallet.

"You didn't, but your friends ordered take out and walked out before paying." She pushed it harder to his chest. "Don't forget to leave a tip too."

Looking inside the contents of the wallet, the broke hero turned his head in hopes to ask if Blake could help him out on this predicament.

"Blake, can you…" He didn't even finish his questions when all he saw was an empty chair where she once sat. Looking back at his boss, her features showing that she's getting impatient, Jaune gave his best smile and tried to get him out of this dilemma.

"Is it a possibility I can use the employee discount?"

"You know I don't give that, Jaune." As if knowing this would happen, she gave Jaune an apron she held in her other hand. "I'll call May to know you'll be working late."

'I need to get better friends.'

---

"Ok, from the top, what do I have left?" Jaune said to himself while wearing his spider costume and standing on top of a tall building as he goes through his wallet.

Due to the set back of him having to work off the meal his friends didn't pay for, Jaune had to race back home to put all his schoolwork away and explain his reason for being out late. Even though Aunt May already knew why since she's friends with the owner of the establishment, Jaune felt that he should tell her in his own words so Aunt can understand his problem.

"Invite her next time, Jaune~" He imitated Aunt May's voice. "She has a nice personality!"

When he started to talk about Blake, her worries about his financial struggles changed drastically and asked him if the girl will ever visit again.

"4…5.70… $8.75 is all that I have." Placing all the money back in his wallet, Spider-Man covered his face in depression. "That's not even enough to get something from the thrift store!"

Jumping off the roof, the wall crawler allowed gravity to take him close to the ground and when he was almost close to hitting the cement ground, he ejected a web line to another nearby roof and started to swing.

"I mean, I'm sure I could get something, but it's probably even worse than the usual stuff they sell to people."

Shooting web string from both of his hands, Spider-Man pulled both lines with enough force to send him leagues above the air to get a birds-eye view on the entire kingdom.

"I don't get paid until the end of the week and the plan starts the day before my paycheck."

Putting his hands over his head, the web head didn't seem to care when his body plummeted straight down.

"My spider sense isn't picking up any trouble, but the night is still young. Maybe I'll get some good pictures so J.J can pay me more. Though, after the whole bank thing, I seriously doubt anything else will be as interesting."

As soon as he started to see the city lights getting closer, Spider-Man extended his arm to shoot a web line to slow down his fall and repeated his earlier movement of web swinging. Now, swinging on ground level, Spider-Man's body automatically weaved past cars as they drove on past him as he continued to do his daily patrolling.

"I need a suit that's more suited for hiding, maybe make it look intimidating too. Hmm... maybe I co-"

His spider sense suddenly tells him that danger is approaching from in front of him, his body automatically did a back flip while in mid-web swing to avoid a large semi-truck that almost collided with him. Finishing his back flip by landing in a crouch on top of the truck's trailer, Spider-Man used his adhesive property to sit crossed legged as he kept thinking of different ways to get a new costume without having to use the rest of his money.

'I seriously doubt they'll only post White Fang security, I'm sure Roman will have most of his men guard the important stuff while the Fang is just there to ease the Faunus into joining them. Hmm...?'

"Well, now," Lifting both of his hands above his head as the large truck was about to pass a stop light, Spider-Man grabbed on to the large traffic light, used the momentum of swinging forward, performed a full swing and landed in a crouch on top of the light post. "Spidey sense is picking up something nearby. A robbery perhaps? Better be safe than sorry."

Leaping off his view point, Spider-Man followed where his spider sense was most strong leading him down to some local dive bar. Its building seemed to be your typical bar that was filled with loud, obnoxious, and frunk patrons with some wobblily out of the establishment to get back home. Usually, when such large amounts of people drinking alcohol this late at night should cause a ruckus or a few brawls, but what Spider-Man saw was none of the usual rabble rousing.

'Weird, my spider sense never gives me bad directions, it's not like a GPS that gives drivers bad directions.'

Standing on top of a closed restaurant right across from the lively bar, Spider-Man still felt the back of his skull warning him that danger is still nearby.

'Maybe I should check the back of the place?' Getting a running jump, he shot a small line to the bar's neon sign, pulled himself closer, and just as he was about to hit the neon sign, he landed feet first, jumped over the sign and landed on the rooftop. 'Woah! Starting to feel some serious distress coming from the back of this place. Man, why are most crimes I always see be in a dark alleyway? Though, It's a nice little break between large fights with Roman or Sandman. Oh, man, I hope I won't encounter someone with weird powers like Flint. Now that would be diff-'

"Let me go!" A female in distress screamed, making the hero go into overtime as he dashed to the end of the roof and jumped down to ground level.

Despite the bright lamp posts illuminating the streets and between the spaces of every building the alley way still held darkness that some would need a light to see what was in front of them. Luckily enough, thanks to his ability to see in the dark, Spider-Man had a clear view on who was in trouble as well as who was the one causing it.

The sight in front of Jaune was what he usually saw whenever normal crimes like these occur. The woman, around mid-twenties and wearing a simple sun dress was in trouble by what appears to be an older male who was wobbling back and forth in place. A simple drunk harassing a girl was something he usually got from situations like these, what made this play out even more gravely was a body of a man just a few feet away from the girl who was still screaming for someone to help.

"Geez, lady, stop screaming." The man said in a slurred voice. "Your making my head hurt."

"Let me go!" Not listening to what he was saying, the woman kept her voice on high while she used her free hand to punch the stranger in the chest. "Police! This man harmed my boyfriend!"

"Hey! I told you that was an accident and I was sorry." As if trying to make this situation less tense, the drunk man pulled something from behind him in hopes to calm the girl down. "Listen, to make up for it I'll call a cab so you two can go ho-"

"HHHEEEELLP!" She screamed louder when her eyes saw what he was holding. "This man has a weapon!"

'Holy smokes! This is not what I thought your average drunk would have on his person.'

Moving his head to see what she was yelling about; the drunkard was holding a large weapon instead of a scroll he intended to grab.

"Damn it!" Due to his mind in a complete drunken stupor, the stranger dangerously inched the blade close to the woman's face. "Can you hold this while I grab my scroll?"

(TWIP)

"Huh?" Unable to move his weapon any further, he looked at his blade to see a web line attached itself to the hilt of his sword. "Well, now, this is a pretty fast encounter."

No longer paying any attention to the woman, the sword wielding drunk gave the hero a lop-sided grin and spoke in a much more controlled voice.

"Finally got your attention, hero. Listen, I know this might sound sudden, but we need to tal-"

Unfortunately, he was unable to say he piece when Spider-Man quickly closed the distance between them and punched the drunk's face. With the punch catching him off guard, the stranger lost his hold on the helpless civilian and stumbled away before he crashed into a pile of trash.

"Are you ok, ma'am?" Spider-Man asked her.

"Thank you, Spider-Man." Her face no longer showing fear, but relief that a hero showed up to safe her. "But, my boyfriend..."

Taking a glance at her significant other that was sprawled on the dirty ground, the hero saw the man's chest slowly rise and fall signaling he was still alive.

"He's still alive." Spider-Man answered. "Can you lift him up and get somewhere safe?"

"Y-yes!" Wasting no time, the girlfriend placed an arm over her neck to get them both to safety.

"When you do get some distance, call the police about the incident." Hearing the thug getting back up, the web head got into a fighting stance to take the man in to custody. "This won't take long."

By the time the couple left the dark narrow space to call for help, Spider-Man took a cautious step to make sure he didn't put the thug in too much pain.

"Ok, I think it's about time you stopped drinking and come wi-HOLY SMOKES YOU SMELL!"

Not even taking less than five steps did the hero in the blue hoodie reel in disgust as his nose was assaulted with a thick miasma of alcohol.

'Geez, either I didn't know my nose was that sensitive to smell, or that he's so drunk he's basically sweating pure alcohol.'

In his paranoia, Spider-Man took a whiff from the same fist he used to punch the criminal.

"Wooooo!" Not a second later his head snapped back after his nose was assaulted with the same stench the man was emitting now on his gloved hand. "Oh noooo! I'm not sure no amount of bleach and washing will get this stench out."

"Ugh!" Finally getting his bearings, the drunk used an arm to steady his feet while also shaking off the punch Spider-Man inflicted him. "That was some punch, it's up there with a certain blonde jerk I know and his daughter, but not as nearly as strong."

No longer making light of the situation, the blonde spider ignored the stench and focused on the man who was now on his feet with no sign of a bruise on his face.

'Not as strong? That should have knocked him out cold, but he got up like it was nothing! He must have aura, that's the only explanation why my punch didn't affect him. Guess I need to put more back into the next one.'

Moving his lower jaw to check if there was any serious damage, the sword user looked at the hero and spoke in his usual laid-back tone.

"Listen," Pushing himself off the wall, he was going to walk to the hero, but stopped when he felt a bit of vertigo. "Ugh! Dang, that punch packs something fierce, that or I'm feeling my hangover."

"Sir," The web head raised his fists in a defensive position. "I don't want to blame you for attacking that couple, so I'll just assume you're too drunk to control yourself and I'll just help you get to a nice cell so you can sleep it off."

"Look, Spider-whatever your name was, I'm not that drunk." He insisted.

But taking a glance at how the man was moving side to side with a large bladed weapon, Spider-Man didn't buy what the man was implying.

No longer taking any chances with a heavily armed drunk, Spider-Man shot a web line to ensnare him so he couldn't harm others and himself. As soon as the silk line attached to the man's torso, Spider-Man was about to begin wrapping the man up when out of nowhere the man swung his blade cutting the line in several segments.

Caught off guard, Spider-Man jumped back and got in a low crouch, his legs bulging like a spring-loaded piston ready to dodge if the man attacked, and readied his web shooters just in case some dust webbing will be needed.

"Sorry," Taking the remaining strand of webbing that was still on him, the semi-drunk flicked it off, lifted his sword, and rested it on his shoulder. "But I prefer you not eject anything that comes out of you on me."

'Ew! Why did he have to make it sound so gross?'

Not letting himself get caught up in his opponent's comment, Spider-Man silently analyzed the man in front of him and tried to think what's the best way to take him down. Normal webbing was his go to when dealing with crooks, but with how fast that man was able to swing his sword made Spider-Man re-evaluate who he's fighting.

'Aura, oversized weapon, and quick reflexes. No doubt about it, he's a Huntsman and a skilled one at that.'

"Since you're trying to look cool by being quiet, I'll just use this time to finally tell you what happened." The man's slurred words snapped Spider-Man's thinking and paid attention to what he's about to say. "I'm Qrow Branwen, and I just want to talk."

"You say 'talk', but when I got here you knocked some guy out and was holding a woman while brandishing a large butcher knife in front of her. If this is your way of getting my attention, then you're way worse than my fans."

"HA!" The sudden outburst made the hero twitch involuntary. "Don't flatter yourself, I ain't like my nieces, especially my youngest. No, I'm not one of your fans, I'm just here to talk about you and you crusade against crime."

The way he said that last sentence made it sound condescending and quite honestly made Spider-Man a bit mad. It was understandable, really, a person who tried his best to do something to its fullest being talked down by some rando could make anybody mad. But the hero knew that people would say something like that, especially Huntsman, so it was his best interest to ignore what Qrow said and get back to the topic at hand.

"Ok, Qrow." No longer having any reason to stay crouched, Spider-Man stood back and raised his arms. "I'm here, so please tell me what's so important that you needed to involve innocent people? The same innocent people I might add, are calling the cops and should be on their way in a matter of moments."

"Ok, ok, I get how this paints me as a bad guy." Stabbing the blade into the solid cement floor with little effort, Qrow used his limited amount of time to explain his reason. "Can you believe me if I told you that it was an accident?"

"I'm going to hit you again." The web head raised his fist to show he was serious. 'Maybe this time I'll put a little more strength in it too. Maybe that'll knock the drunk out of you.'

"I'm serious!" Qrow waved his hands in front of him. "All I did was drink a few Glasses of rum."

"A few?" Spider-Man raised an eyebrow under his mask. "I feel like we have a different definition on the word: few. I mean, I can smell the booze from you all the way here! Not to mention I'll have to spend hours trying to get the smell of cheap liquor from my glove."

"Trust me, Spidey." Qrow smirked and crossed his arms as if proud for his alcoholism. "You wouldn't like me when I'm drunk. All I did was pay for a few glasses, left, and was leaving till I saw some guy getting way too frisky with a girl."

"And how did it escalate so quickly?" Spider-Man asked.

Pulling out his hip flask, Qrow took a few chugs of his favorite brandy, unleashed a loud belch, then started to speak in his original semi-drunk state.

"Ok, so, it started like this."

---

"And that, my friend." Letting out a loud burp, Qrow slammed his shot glass on the messy bar counter. "Is why chicks with white hair are stuck-up, heartless, and will die alone with over fifty cats. Also, girls who have a power complex are terrible, and you should not marry them."

"For the last time," The bartender took the empty glass and wiped the counter. "I'm not your friend, and I'm not getting you another drink, so get out."

"But, I paid for another shot!" Qrow argued.

"With what? You didn't even show me any currency for the past 4 to 6 shots!" To prove that he wasn't lying, the bartender slammed the receipt of how much Qrow has stacked up.

"I paid you in good advice." Raising the glass to his mouth for another shot, the Veteran Huntsman soon realized that all he's been drinking was nothing but air. Looking inside the glass, his eyes looked through to see the bartender still scowling in a misshapen form. "Then again, I'm sure my advice would have helped you if you were a few years younger and not working at a place like this."

"Get out." Finally wasting all his patience, the man attending the bar grabbed all the empty glasses Qrow collected and slammed the bill to get his point across that he wasn't in the mood to handle a drunk.

"Fine, fine." Knowing when to read the room, Qrow fished out the amount he owed to the man and stumbled out of the establishment. "Can't believe I wasted good knowledge on a guy like him. He's no better than the students I teach at Signal."

Usually, Qrow tended to drink at bars whenever he had the time from completing missions tasked out by Ozpin, though recently he's been having trouble trying to complete a mission regarding Vale's own superhero.

"Ok," Qrow burped loudly enough for dome of the bystanders to look at him in disgust as they walked past him. "Where are you now, you web slinging son-of-a..." He was about to finish his last sentence when he suddenly felt the call of nature. "Oh boy, should have gone to the bathroom when I had the chance."

When Qrow had the mission to try and follow the so called 'Hero', he thought that it was going to be far easier than trying to track the Queen. His ability allowed him to follow his foes and see what secrets they were hiding, none the wiser that they were revealing their plans to Qrow as he silently watched them. He thought he could easily follow the hero and talk to him when he was alone, better yet maybe even see who was under the mask so it would be easier for Ozpin and the rest of the inner circle know who their masked ally was.

'Just a routine mission, no muss nor fuss.'

That was what Qrow first thought at least when he found the web head help some kid get his pet down from a tree and tried to follow him.

Tried. That was what he did when following the wed head as the hero swung from building to building as if he too was flying like Qrow. At first, the veteran Huntsman thought it would be simple to tail the hero by flying, but as soon as Spider-Man started to go further and further into the kingdom it became more and more harder for him to follow. Him, Qrow Bradwen, professional Huntsman and one of Ozpin's most trusted friend unable to keep up with a guy wearing bright colored spandex in the air.

Soon, it became difficult for Qrow to track this mystery man down. With every attempt at trying to know more about the man behind the mask, the red eyed Huntsman became more certain that the man's skills were nothing to sneeze at.

From stopping cars from hitting people to lifting impossibly heavy things no Huntsman could lift, Spider-Man did things that few people could do. This made him an important figure, not just simply stopping crime from gaining too much influence in the kingdom, but to the people most of all.

For as long at Qrow can remember, he always saw Vale as a place that people could make it or break it with a very small percentage of people making it. He thought that this place would never change, but it seems that Spider-Man's selfless attitude and heroism made an actual impression in Vale for the better.

And after stopping that Sand monster from stealing a truck load of Lien, Qrow can safely say that Spider-Man became an instant icon.

"Here's a good spot." Since he was no longer welcomed inside anymore, the scythe wielder did the next best thing by going behind the bar to do his business. "After this, I'm on the hunt! Or maybe after taking a nap for a good fifteen... fifty-minute nap."

Doesn't help that every time Qrow tried to track Spider-Man he had to report to his boss empty handed with nothing to show for it. How Spider-Man could allude him was beyond him, Qrow does have a hunch that maybe Spider-Man has a semblance that is some form of detection. What type of detection he doesn't know, the only thing he's certain was that the wall crawler might have a semblance that helps Spider-Man with sensing things around him.

He's seen it happen multiple times when he was on stake out, seeing the hero use simple punches and kicks like he never been taught to properly fight. It might not be concrete, but the information about his semblance was literally the only thing he's learned about him. So, since the initial plan of trying to track down Spider-Man was coming up with nothing, Ozpin decided to give Qrow a different approach to get the hero.

"Stop It!" Faintly, his well-trained hearing made the Huntsman stopped moving and focused on the call of distress. "I said stop."

The man sighed. "Welp, guess I'll have to put a hold on that nap." Having at least some sense in his drunk fogged brain, the alcoholic Huntsman followed the sound until he finally saw two silhouettes of a female trying to fight off some man that was getting to handsy with her.

'This is why I don't want Yang to ever go out with a boy when drinking. Oh, who am I kidding? She's gonna rip his head off and spit down his throat if he tries anything like that. Man, I pity whatever guy pressures her into prom sex. Then again, I think there will be a dance soon in Beacon… meh, I'll cross that bridge when I get there.'

"Wait, what was I going to do again?" Another shout from the damsel in distress finally jogged his memory and caused him to spring into action. "Right, stopping drunk hormones."

Now, when it came to normal civilians that don't have aura Huntsmen had to be delicate when dealing with problems within the kingdom. Some crimes that even the police force couldn't handle had to resort to asking Huntsmen for back up. They weren't fighting Grimm, monsters that could decimate villages in a single night, they were dealing with normal, everyday people that required a more humane way of solving problems.

Unfortunately, Qrow had none of that since he was brick faced drunk and had no control of his strength what so ever.

"WAAH!" Not prepared to be flung away, the man that was harassing the girl was thrown back, hitting the wall behind him so hard that he instantly collapsed and fell unconscious.

"OH MY GOSH!" Covering her mouth in surprise, the girl could only just stare at her hero who saved her.

"Your welcome." He slurred. "I mean… no thanks are necessary."

"You…You…"

"I know, I know." He waved her off. "I'm no Spider-Man, so any hope of you kissing him in an alley is down the drain."

"You…. BASTARD!" Now having her wits about, the woman punched the man in the chest and winced when she felt like she hit a wall. "That was my boyfriend!"

"Excuse me? Did I not hear you keep saying to him the word: stop?"

"That's because he's drunk and wouldn't give me the keys to drive us back home!" She explained to him her situation.

"Ok, calm down, ma'am."

"No! I'm calling the police!" Just when she was about to grab her scroll from her purse, her arm was stopped when Qrow grabbed it. "Let me go!"

"Geez, lady, stop screaming." The man said in a slurred voice. "Your making my head hurt."

"Let me go." Not listening to what he was saying, the woman kept her voice on high while she used her free hand to punch the stranger in the chest. "Police! This man harmed my boyfriend!"

'I don't have time for this.'

"Hey! I told you that was an accident and I was sorry." Not wanting to make the situation more worse for him, Qrow pulled out his scroll in hopes he can help them get home. "Listen, to make up for it I'll call a cab so you two can go ho-"

"HHHEEEELLP!" Her scream became twice as louder making the Huntsman wince in surprise. "This man has a weapon!"

"Damn it!" Looking to see what he has holding, Qrow accidentally drew out his weapon Harbinger by accident.

'How did I mistake my weapon for a scroll? Man, I need to control my drinking…. I'll put a maybe on that for now.'

By this point, he should just sheath his scythe back in its place and grab his scroll as intended, but throwing logic away the unlucky man decided the most logical choice was to bring real close to the scared woman's face.

"Can you hold this while I grab my scroll?"

(TWIP)

"Huh?" Unable to move it closer, Qrow was surprised that the reason behind it was a silk line attached to the back of his blade. "Well now, this is a pretty fast encounter."

'Ozpin did say to get his attention, so maybe I don't have to waste my energy after all.'

No longer paying any attention to the woman, the sword wielding drunk gave the hero a lop-sided grin and spoke in a much more controlled voice.

"Finally got your attention, hero. Listen, I know this might sound sudden, but we need to tal-"

Without warning, Qrow's face was immediately greeted by Spider-Man fist ending the conversation before it can start.

---

"And you know the rest of the story." Qrow finished his story and took out his flask to drink.

"Um," Spider-Man rubbed the back of his head. "I do, but did you really have to add the part where you were at the bar or when you had to take a leak?"

"You said you wanted to hear the side of my story."

"I didn't need to know all of that. Just telling me the part where you thought her boyfriend was a creep was enough to tell me it was a misunderstanding."

"Eh." He shrugged. "Just wanted to tell you my side of the story."

"Well, if you wanted to get my attention..." Spider-Man leaned on the wall of the dive bar where Qrow left due to the owner not liking him. "You got it."

Getting back to his intended mission, Qrow took one more swig from his flask before explaining why he needed to talk to the spider hero.

"You've been getting some attention in Vale lately, even more so thanks to that Sand monster wrecking property from other kingdoms at the docks. By the way, nice tactic you used with the cement bags to hold him in place. Thought it wouldn't hold him for long, but I guess I was wrong."

'Sandman, he's talking about Flint? But, how did he know I used cement bags?'

"How did you know about that?" Spider-Man asked suspiciously. "I know pictures from the Bugle showed Flint as a statue, but how did you know he almost escaped?"

"Hey, you ain't the only one who can keep a secret." Qrow dodged the question. "Let's just say a benefactor of mine has eyes and ears throughout the kingdom."

"Benefactor?" Images of Osborn came to mind, not only for his wealth, but also for being one of the most influential man in Vale. "What does Oscorp have to do with this?"

"Oscorp?" The name threw Qrow off for a second, not prepared to hear a name like that from the hero. "How is Oscorp linked to this?"

'Ugh! Guess he isn't working for Mr. Osborn's company like those enforcers, but I should've kept that information to myself. If Oscorp really is making people like Flint then I shouldn't let this guy know about it. Heck, for all I know Qrow's boss might be ten times worse than Oscorp.'

"Hey, you ain't the only one who can keep a secret." Spider-Man imitated Qrow's voice.

"Heh, cheeky punk. Either way, I can already see that you know your way around Vale, so well in fact that you know what's already happening to the kingdom."

"You mean Roman and the White Fang?" Spider-Man guessed who he believed to be the reason.

"You got to think bigger, Spider-Man. Do you really think Roman will be in league with a group of terrorists that are more gun-ho on killing humans the working with them?"

'He might have a point. Even If I put Roman behind bars, the person behind both Roman and the Fang is still at large.'

"Think." He placed an index finger to his right temple. "There's a bigger player on the field and we're poorly set up to defeat her. All we know is that she's the Queen and she set her sights on Vale."

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" The young hero shook his head at the lunacy of what he was hearing. "Are you saying that there's a conspiracy even more dangerous than Roman working with The Fang? I'm sorry, but this is way too much for me."

"You're one to talk." Spider-Man tilted his head to show that he was at lost on what Qrow has said. "How you're able to take out so much crime by yourself, the way you fight, the speed, endurance, strength, and some other factors are way beyond what normal Huntsman are capable of. And that also makes me go to another part of why I needed to talk to you."

"What? You think this Queen will be after me too? I'm pretty sure I'm already on Roman's kill list, not to mention I'm sure the White Fang also has a hit on me. Don't get me started on other small-time gangs I took down too." He counted them all in one hand.

"Trust me, If the Queen already has her sights set on you, you wouldn't be making fun of the situation you're in. For now, we assume that you haven't gotten the attention of the Queen yet is because she doesn't take you seriously enough."

'The story of my life with any girl I try to get involved with.'

"You said 'we', so I can safely assume your boss is a good guy?"

"My boss has been around for quite some time and he's got some enemies even more dangerous than the Grimm."

Feeling as if he has taken a turn to crazy town, Spider-Man was going to ask Qrow more about his boss when he heard the police siren not too far away.

"Looks, like our conversation needs to be moved somewhere else." Taking this as a sign to leave, Qrow gestured Spider-Man to follow him. "I know a couple of good places that we won't be interrupted, we should g-"

"Hey, wait! You still need to talk to the police." Spider-Man reasoned with him.

"Excuse me?" Qrow looked at Spider-Man like he was crazy. "You do know most of the police in Vale are in Roman's pay roll, right?"

"Not most of them." He defended the local law enforcement. "If you can just turn yourself in and explain that this was a misunderstanding I'm sure they can drop the charges or at best you'll be doing community service. After that, then we can talk about secret crime bosses and clandestine agendas."

"Right." Looking at his invisible watch, Qrow stayed silent for a few minutes to contemplate his options. "How about this…?"

Standing in silence to hear what Qrow was about to say, Spider-Man didn't anticipate the experienced huntsman to bolt out of the alleyway.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Just when he was about to give chase, Spider-Man was stopped when two police officers blocked his path.

'How did they not catch him? He was going the same way they were.'

"Put your hand behind your head!" The officer to the right ordered. "By the order of the council, we are here to arrest you, Spider-Man!"

"Seriously!? I was the reason you guys are here in the first place. Did you not see the drunk guy run past you?"

"The lady that called did say that some inebriated fellow assaulted her boyfriend." The man on the left talked to his partner.

"We don't know what you're talking about. The person we see right now is you and you're wanted with several charges of vigilantism!"

"Come on, man!" Complying with the police, Spider-Man raised his arms in the air. "I can't believe I defended you guys just now..."

"Cuff him, I'll make sure he doesn't make any movement."

Nodding to his partner, the cop from the left put away his weapon, pulled out a set of cuffs, and was about to walk to the hero. "You're coming down to the station to answer some questions, weirdo."

(TWIP)

(TWIP)

Shooting two silk lines in the air, Spider-Man pulled them with his super strength allowing him to be lifted off the ground and escaping the police. While in the air the masked hero shot another line to a random rooftop to get more distance between him and the cops in case they might call in for backup.

"You ain't getting away that easily." Thanks to his night vision, Spider-Man could see through the low visibility where the lights of the streets lamps below couldn't illuminate. "There you are!"

Just a few buildings away from him, Spider-Man could see the running Huntsman jumping from roof to roof. "If you think you can escape by using buildings then you really don't know who you're dealing with."

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"Blegh! Oh, man." The red-eyed man clutched his stomach. "I really shouldn't be flying and drinking."

To say that the talk between him and the hero was going smooth was comparing on how his talk with his sister was like. Full of secrets and running away before answering questions that matter, but even then, he would rather speak to the masked stranger then his own sister.

"Still, I can at least tell Ozpin that Spider-Man might be interested to listen to what we have to say." Looking around to check if anyone was around, Qrow took out his scroll to call in his report. "Now, all I need to do is find another chance to meet hi-"

"Got you!"

His aura flared when he felt a heavy pressure tackle him to the ground, like an air bag softening the blow of a crash, Qrow was surprised to see Spider-Man pinning him down with so much strength he felt like a truck was on top of him.

'He already closed the distance that fast! I was sure I put enough space between us to not catch me!'

"You said you're part of some group to protect Vale and just when the police arrive you ditched me!?" Qrow was about to answer, but he choked on words when Spider-man applied more pressure. "You suck at trying to make people believe you. No more tricks and no running, you're going to talk to the police and tell them what you did."

"Blgh." His only reply to the hero was a gurgle.

"What?" Hoping that he didn't tackle him to hard, Spider-Man lifted the adult man with one arm and examined him. "Are you ok? I just wanted to stop you from running away, I hope I didn't hurt you."

'Is this guy apologizing? He's way too nice, reminds me Ruby.' Qrow's reply was his stomach rumbling and threating to leave through his mouth. 'Maybe that tackle knocked something loose. I should probably tell him that he should let me go.'

Nodding his head to show that he was ok, Qrow was about to tell Spider-Man more when his stomach could no longer hold the contents within.

"BLEGH!" Upchucking his dinner as well as the drinks from the bar, Qrow Branwen, Veteran Huntsman and all around badass, threw up all over Vale's icon.

"..."

Frozen in horror for what has happened to him, Spider-Man took a few steps away from the man to assess how much vomit was Qrow unleashed on him.

Qrow, on the other hand, just stared at Spider-Man who continued to look at his now vomit covered costume and no longer paying attention to the person who did it.

Seeing that this was a bad sign, Qrow was going to apologize when he saw that Spider-Man was too close to the edge of the roof.

"Hey, wait!" Lifting his hand to stop Spider-Man from walking back any further, Qrow was only just an inch away from grabbing the Spider-Man's vomit covered costume.

But, like always, his misfortune always brings bad luck to wherever he goes.

"WAAAH!" Not noticing the vomit that spilled beneath him, Spider-Man's footing slipped form the slick gunk and fell off the roof.

Spider sense kicking in from impending danger, his body reacted by shooting a web line to the roof he fell from to stop his decent. Just when the line latched on piece of the roof crumbled due to the sudden weight making the hero to continue to fall and land back first into an opened dumpster.

"Ooohh.. AAH!" Even though the fall may have been lessened the damage thanks to the trash cushioning the blow, it did not help the hero what-so-ever when the ruble that the web string attached to it fell onto the hero now buried in trash and solid cement.

Feeling that this was his fault, Qrow was thinking about going down to check if he was ok when his scroll rang showing the name of the caller. Answering the call, Qrow looked down to where Spider-Man fell while he answered his scroll.

"Hey, Ozpin, I got good news. Yeah, I got Spider-Man's attention about who's behind all this, but I feel like he's going to take more convincing than just me telling him about it. Don't worry, I got a plan," Looking to where they first talked, Qrow could see several police lights beginning to get closer and closer.

"Though, I think, I might give Spider-Man some time before I talk to him again. You know, so he can absorb all of the information I gave him."

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WOOOOOOOW! I did not expect for this chapter to take this long to make and I am sorry for the long wait! I know this was supposed to be on Sunday, but I felt this was long overdue and also I'll probably forget to post it since this entire weekend I'll be at Anime Expo! This will be my first time, so I hope when I publish the next chapter I can tell ya'll the awesome stories about it!

I hope you guys like this chapter and how I introduced Ruby's drunk uncle, I also hope you guys like the way I portray him and Spider-Man's interaction. I always read how heroes meet each other in a misunderstanding and a fight always happens. Well, I thought about Qrow and his misfortune Semblance and I thought that this is more of a spoof of how a fight should have happened, but instead it was Spider-Man having the worst of luck.

I also hope that this was a good way to introduce the part where the story will now get involved with Roman and the highway fight soon. With Blake now getting more involved with the White Fang I plan for her to always talk to Jaune in hopes she can make a partnership with Spider-Man to help her stop the radical group she used to be in. Not to mention, with her involved in his personal life, so will the rest of her team, even though Ruby hangs out with him I wanted to get a better way to have RWBY get more involved with our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. For what type of species he is, I feel like he is on the fence between being human and Faunus, so whenever he's Jaune he's human and when he's Spider-Man he will be a Faunus since that would be easier to understand his dilemma between the two species.

This chapter was also a test to see how well I write in a longer pace then the shorter one I usually make in a few weeks. I feel like I might go back to small worded chapters then longs ones, but please leave a comment to see how well I made this chapter and I might make it more often.

And like always, here is an omake you guys have been waiting for. Hope you like, fav, and follow this story as well as follow by Beta-Readers stories too!

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(Omake: Test ride)

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Atlas was always the kingdom that takes pride in its advancement towards technology and ingenuity. A shining example that people with great minds can achieve great things to better society with convenience. It's also a place where the richest and cold-hearted use their power to will other people into following them. Even Atlas military, one of the biggest and if not, strongest military might in all of Remnant, are being controlled by powerful corporations such as Hammer industries and the most well-known Family that controls almost any that's dust related: The SDC.

Also known for as the Schnee Dust Company, many people throughout the four kingdoms knows about how they are the owners of the most needed energy resource, dust, that practically help people do their daily task and supply soldiers and Huntsmen with needed ammunition. The SDC is so large, that it oversees most Dust mines throughout the kingdom of Atlas and some bordering near her neighboring kingdoms.

"Has all of the weapons been secured?" The captain of the small group of White Fang asked one of his subordinates.

Such as having a long reach of owned land, it gets harder and harder for the owner to keep track of so much land. That is the case here in one of the mines that the White Fang took over, by using this as a base they are one step closer to sneaking out high quality weapons that Atlas military has been keeping secret from the rest of the kingdoms.

"We're almost ready, sir." One of the masked Fang members answered. "But, for some reasons, we can't reach our brethren from the small village a few miles from here."

"Odd, they should have answered us minutes ago. See if we can send a small group to investigate, for all we know the people of the village might have caught them by surprise."

"Yes, sir." The lackey said. "We have also successfully shipped off one of the weapons to Vale. In a few days the paladin should be in the kingdom and our influence in Vale will increase."

"If the reports on how Spider-Man is influencing the Faunus in Vale, then I doubt just a few of these things will sway them to our cause. Double up the speed of shipment, if they don't respond we leave th-"

"Sir! I got a frequency!" The Faunus that was radioing the other half of their group spoke.

"Is it from us? Or an enemy?" The captain asked. "We don't have enough men to fight the soldiers from Atlas and we don't know how to piolet one of these things!"

'Not to mention, Alexi left with the shipment of weapons to guard them until it reaches Vale.'

"I'm picking up something from our men's radio chat! It's… music?"

"Music?! Why are those idiots playing music on our radio frequency?! I swear when they get back, I'll-"

Without warning, the White Fang member who was using the radio dropped the device when out of nowhere the volume in the device increased making the music even more louder. Not just the radio, almost all their communications were soon enveloped with the same music causing all the armed terrorist to be on edged.

ALL YOU WOMEN WHO WANT A MAN ON THE STREET, BUT YOU DON'T KNOW WHICH WAY YOU WANNA TURN!

"CUT THIS MUSIC OFF!" The leader shouted, clutching his sensitive ears to muffle the sound.

"I CAN'T! ALMOST EVERY CHANNEL I'M CHANGING TO HAS THE SAME THING PLAYING!" To prove his point, he showed the captain that every time he changed to a different channel the same music still played.

I'M GONNA TAKE YOU DOWN- DOWN, DOWN DOWN! SO, DON'T YOU FOOL AROUND!

The captain didn't know what to think of this sudden development. He didn't know this was some type of joke being played on him or this was some elaborate distraction made by Atlas military. One thing was certain though, they were being attacked and he needed to get his men ready for action.

"BATTLE STATIONS! FIND GOOD COVER AND GET SOME OF THE MACHINES ON LINE!" He screamed his orders.

Some who were within hearing distance tried their best to get to a good cover spot for the ensuring gun fight, one of the Faunus who was planning on piloting the Paladin did his best to jump inside the cockpit.

(FFFSSSSS—BOOM)

Out of the sky, a beam of light slammed in to the piolet and knocking him down to the solid ground, knocking him out instantly.

I'M GONNA PULL IT PULL IT, PULL THE TRIGGER!

"UP THERE!" One of the White Fang members, a rabbit Faunus, pointed his rifle to where he saw the laser come from.

All guns aimed at the sky, they all thought that some stealth craft that Atlas made was being used to stop them, what they saw instead caught them completely off guard. In the sky they saw a small flying object, from afar it looked to be a drone that can also shoot beams of light, that idea soon changed when it got closer and closer to them.

Like a comet shooting down to Remnant, the metal object left a huge crater in the ground causing a huge snow cloud to cover it.

Stepping out of the crater, the armed radical saw was a man, completely covered in metal, bright glowing eyes, and what appears to be an even brighter circle imbedded in its chest. Surprised by this encounter, what happened next also caught them off guard when the metal man not only crash landed several leagues from the sky, it also started to talk.

"Gentlemen," Raising both arms, the man made of metal had both palms open to show small bright circles just like the big one in its chest. "I believe your friends at the Village won't be making it here today."

SHOOT TO THRILL! PLAY TO KILL!

Hours later, news spread through the kingdom of Atlas of the White Fang as taken over one of SDC's dust camps and almost taken over a village, but was stopped by a single man.

When getting eye witness accounts from the village that was saved, they all said the same thing about a flying man made of metal helping them get their home back. Not knowing the name of said metal man, the news decided to name the unknown hero with a name that soon became well known in Atlas

Iron Man.