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(Chapter 30: Know thine enemy)

"Thank you so much for your help," Jaune said to both teams who talked to him today. "It was nice to hear all of your thoughts and stories. I can't wait to visit again tomorrow."

He wasn't lying either, Jaune really enjoyed his time getting to know them. When coming here, Jaune was nervous and anxious at being in Beacon due to some emotional regrets still lingering within him. Yet, now, he seemed eager rather than apprehensive at coming back to the place that denied him enrollment.

"We're happy to hear you like this place, Jaune." Ruby told the tall, male blonde, walking besides him as she made sure to keep pace due to the height difference. "Next time, when you come back, we can try and show you some of the cool places Beacon has to offer! It'll be great!"

"I bet." He smiled, not feeling any negative emotions when Ruby mentioned her school. "This place does seem like it has a lot to see, do you think I could take pictures of some of the areas that might interest me?"

"I don't think that will cause any issues." The red hooded Huntress pressed her index finger under her chin. "I don't think the teachers will mind if you take harmless photos. I know one girl who does stuff like that. She's a grade above us and photography is her hobby."

"That's cool," He listened, looking around the large front lawn of the academy. "This place could be used for a great background setting, maybe I can take photos of you and your team sometime, you interested?"

What was once the afternoon was now evening in the kingdom of Vale and the young spider was being escorted by Ruby and her friends. As much as Jaune wanted to stay a little bit longer and enjoy some more time with his new friends, he must also remember that he still needs to go to school tomorrow.

Which was why he was planning to leave before the sun was replaced with the shattered moon. Aunt May already knows where he is and would understand why he was almost home late, but a part of him still doesn't want her to worry.

'Ok, I may sound like a hypocrite of trying to not make her worry, since I always go out at night and risk my life dealing with thugs and other rotten people. I still at least want to come back home on time, even if it's just a means to sneak out later at night.'

"Sure, I'd liked that." Ruby agreed. "I'm sure the rest of my team, well, maybe not Blake, would like to do that sometime."

"Thanks, Ruby." Getting a smile from her as a response, the two fell into comfortable silence as both of them walked down the main cement walkway leading to the main gate.

With today almost over, it was decided that it was a good time as any to stop. All of them needed their sleep for their respective schedules regarding their education, so with a few handshakes and good byes, Jaune made his way out of the dorms.

Not wanting to have him wander alone again, Ruby herself volunteered to come along with him. Even if he knew where to go to leave, Jaune didn't mind the company leading to the present with both just having a friendly chat.

"It's no trouble at all, Jaune." She gave him a friendly nudge with her shoulder. "I was actually hoping we could have more time doing more than just doing that whole talking one at a time thing. Really wanted to show you where we keep our lockers, it's so cool! There're rockets that can go wherever we need them to be!"

"Rocket propelled school lockers?" The disguised hero chuckled. "That doesn't sound very safe, or very responsible if any student decides to use them for other reasons."

'Man, if my school had lockers like Beacons, Flash would make it a practical hobby to shove me in mine and see how far my locker can go. Might even make it a national sport for bullies, might call it: Rocket Nerd or something like that.'

"No," Ruby denied Jaune's statement. "I haven't heard anyone trying to attempt it. I mean, when you have someone scary like Ms. Goodwitch overseeing disciplinary actions, students here don't really want to push their luck."

"She's that scary?" Jaune sounded unconvinced.

"Meeting her the first time was pretty cool though!" She sounded excited, ignoring the fact that she said her teacher was scary. "She was using her Semblance to do all sorts of crazy stuff, like this and that!"

Ruby couldn't really describe it in detail, so her best way was reenacting that night by making the same poses her teacher made while also making sound effects.

"Get out of town, you can't be serious!" Seeing her make those poses and making a serious face like Ms. Goodwitch whenever she fights made the secret Spider laugh. "Please stop, that's too funny! I can't believe she does that!"

"It's all true." Ruby stopped pretending to be her combat teacher. "Her weapon is a riding crop and she makes these grand gestures that causes everything to fly around her."

"Like magic?"

"No, no, it's not magic." She laughed at how silly that sounded. "Her Semblance is the cause of it, she just uses the riding crop as the catalyst to help her direct it to where she needs it the most."

'That sounds super close to what magic is like.' Jaune thought to himself. "Well, I would like to meet her and see for myself what she's like. She sounds pretty awesome with all those neat tricks you said she has."

"I'm honestly glad she wasn't here to see me acting like her." Ruby gave a sigh of relief. "Trust me, she'll treat you as a professional since you're a civilian working to help recover some lost faith to Beacon's reputation. However, if you were her student, she would not hesitate to give you extra time in the sparring ring and giving you extra lessons in fighting."

"You mean, like with other students?"

"No, with only her, and you can imagine how hard it is when she can just lift you around like a ragdoll." The scythe wielder's body shook either from fear of seeing first hand Ms. Goodwitch's work on other students or from experiencing it herself.

'Noted, it just reinforces my claim that you shouldn't mess with wizards. I learned that from countless hours reading and watching shows about how picking a fight with them is a death wish.'

Falling back to silence, the two young teens walked side by side and listened to the sound of crickets and cars driving off from the distance. They didn't mind that none were talking, it didn't feel awkward at all, both were fine just with how things are.

As they reached to the main exit, Jaune and Ruby looked at one another, and the first to talk was Jaune.

"You know, this may sound really confusing, but I feel like this is just like how we first met."

"What do you mean?" She asked out of curiosity.

"Remember how we met? It was when I was working, and you walked in?" She nodded her head at remembering that time. "Well, I feel like the roles are reversed with me entering Beacon and meeting you here. We both saw what it's like in each other's natural habitat."

"Yeah, I can see that both are similar." Ruby smiled at Jaune's comparison. "I never once thought of getting a full-time job like you, though, since I can remember my main goal was being a Huntress."

'Mine too. Well, not being a huntress, but a male equivalent of one.' Jaune had to smile at his empty conviction. 'Geez, can't stop with this hang up of mine. I can't even enjoy this moment without some way of feeling sorry for myself.'

Mistaking his smile for him listening, Ruby continued to talk.

"Since I was so determined to be a Huntress, I was trained by my uncle on how to wield my weapon. The same can be said with Yang, who was taught by our dad in hand to hand combat. We were so deep in our training that my sister and I didn't really have a lot of friends in our village."

"Your sister had a hard time getting friends?" Jaune said in disbelief. 'With confidence so big that she shows it on her sleeves… and chest… I find it hard to believe all of that.'

"It's because no one else in Patch wanted to have their kids to be Huntsmen, they mostly relied on our dad and uncle to usually help keep the village safe. When we got into Signal was when Yang started to get popular, she was one of the most skilled students during her first year, while I was just still getting home schooled by my Uncle."

"He must be a great teacher if he taught you how to fight with your weapon." The hero wasn't lying, when he first saw her holding her own against a group of Roman's thugs, he was blown away at how easily she taken them all down so efficiently.

"Yeah," She crossed her arms behind her back and kick some pebbles out of bashfulness. "He's pretty cool, I was actually hoping he would be here, but he needed to do some errands out in town."

"Dang, if he was here I might have tried my luck and interview a veteran Huntsman." He had to make sure that the next time he gets back, Jaune would need to get a chance to see if he can meet Ruby's uncle. "Your uncle of yours sounds really reliable, I look forward if I ever get a chance to meet him in person."

"I'll message him you said that." Taking what Jaune said to consideration, the young Huntress-in-training looked above the sky turning into the night with the shattered moon coming to visibility. "You know, I always thought I would be here when I graduated from Signal, I just didn't expect it to come this soon."

"So, was Beacon your first choice?" Just for the sake of curiosity and not for the article, Jaune just asked questions he wanted to know for himself.

"It's been my first and only choice, why are you asking?"

"Cause since you told me about your family and how they're all Huntsmen, I'll tell you something about my family."

"About your family, Jaune?"

"Yup, the thing about my family is that half of them are Huntsmen." Jaune smirked, feeling prideful about his family. Even if he couldn't be like them, Jaune was still proud at his sisters and their accomplishments. "Half of my sisters are Huntsmen, and my dad and mom are too. Well, my mom had to retire from that line of work after giving birth to her eighth child, I suppose even some Huntresses have a limit."

"Pffff!" Ruby had air escape out of her lings after hearing how many kids his mother had. "Eight!? I've seen families with four or five at Patch, but eight!?"

"Yeah, she's a real octo mom!" Jaune couldn't help but laugh at her reaction, she wasn't the first to make the same face, Uncle Ben and Aunt May also failed to contain their befuddlement when he told them. 'Or should I call her 'spider mom', instead? Kind of fits the number with me being Spider-Man.'

"Anyway, half of my sisters are Huntresses and even a quarter of that portion trained and graduated from different Huntsmen academies. My point is why Beacon?"

'I picked this place because it was the most popular in Vale and if I had the chance of enrolling here, then I could prove to not just myself but everyone who doubted me that I could be a Huntsmen.' It could have been somewhere else, even other kingdoms, but Jaune knew that at the time he was running on raw emotion when he decided to run away from home.

Ruby stared straight at Jaune, her face showing to sign of looking away. Then, just as their gazes were locked into each other, both broke away at the same time.

"My family came here as students." Ruby sets her eyes on the large clock tower-like building. "They told me how they got so strong was because Beacon was their best place to learn from. I felt like if I enrolled here, then I could get closer to them… to her… in some way."

"…Crap." He silently cursed, a rare occurrence whenever he feels like he royally screwed something up. "Ruby, if I said something that crossed the line with you, I didn't mean to-"

"Why would I feel offended?" Ruby asked in confusion. "It's fine, Jaune, it was an innocent question you didn't know and I was ok answering it."

She smiled at him.

"Besides, I'm here now, and I'm going to make my family proud by being the best Huntress Remnant has ever seen!" Gone was her solemn demeanor and her usual spunky and uplifting personality came in full bloom.

'Wow,' Jaune felt a sudden tightness in his chest. 'Ruby holds so much inside, yet, she still finds a way to not let that drag her down. In fact, she's using that to fuel her goal to become a Huntress. Ruby Rose, you are amazing.'

Ruby smiled, her silver eyes gleaming with determination as her statement suddenly wavered. Her sights moved from side to side, trying to not look a head while at the same time, her cheeks were getting pink.

"J-Jaune," She stuttered, her voice no longer holding the same confidence as before. "Are you ok? You've kind of been staring at me without saying anything."

"Huh?" Blinking, Jaune too, felt his face heat up when Ruby asked that. "S-sorry, Ruby, I-I was just really blown away by what you said."

"Jeez," She chuckled and gave Jaune a friendly punch on the shoulder, but the red tinge on her face still stayed. "You had me confused there for a moment."

"Yeah, guess I just can't assume you won't run out of surprises. I'll see you around, Ruby." Jaune waved his hand and started to leave through the main gate.

"See you later, Jaune!" Ruby did the same and waved her arm in the air. "I'll make sure to tell Emerald and her team to come a long too."

He didn't say anything when Ruby said she would invite those 'students' from Haven. Rather, Jaune just turned his head and gave her a smile to show he heard her.

Since the sun was no longer out, and he was a couple of feet away that Ruby didn't notice how the smile he was wearing was strained and forced.

'God,' Getting enough distance between him and the academy, Jaune dropped his guard and allowed his pent-up fear and nervousness to come out. Surveying the area around him, the young hero made a detour at the back of some random building and started to change over to his suit. 'I hope this idea works out in the long run. Otherwise, it's going to blow up right in my face, either metaphorically or literally depending Cinder kills me or my friends.'

[A couple of hours later]

"Wow, Jaune, I can't believe you found them already." Whitley, also known as Iron Man, said to his new companion through the other side of the call.

Choosing to use the spider route rather than the Jaune route via walking and bus, the hybrid made it back to his home and was now in his room talking to Weiss' younger brother.

"You're telling me," Jaune groaned, placing his hand over his face and then dragging it back to his side. "The people who tried to kill me not too long ago are literally next door to your sister and my friends. Not next door specifically, but just a couple of room away, but you get my point that this is very bad."

Using his room as a personal calling spot, the secret hero wasted no time to call his only friend who shares Jaune's burden. Jaune also made sure to tell Whitley the progress involving his sister, since he planned to tell him after the day was over. Now, after seeing the criminals that let Marko go on a semi rampage in downtown Vale were now in Beacon, he decided that it was better to tell Whitley now than later.

"Can you give me anything noticeable about them?" He asked Jaune. "I could try and look them up here where I'm more at home with my equipment. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure you can find enough evidence involving them yourself, but it'll take minutes for me if I know who I'm looking for."

"Emerald," Jaune recounted the faces and names of the three that should be sent to jail. "She has light green hair, dark skin, and red eyes. A guy named Mercury who has short grey hair and light skinned."

"Do they have a last name?"

"Uh," The blonde tapped the side of his head with his free hand. "Shoot, I never asked, and I think they never told me! Do you think it'll be odd if I just walk out the door tight now, ask them their full name, and then walk back in here that it may look odd?"

"Please don't." The young baron replied. "I can cross reverence with what you have now, but you'd be surprised how common the names like Emerald and Mercury are in most parts."

"How?" Jaune dropped his shoulders and made a confused look at what he just heard. "Never mind, don't answer. I feel like most Huntsmen I meet either have crazy sexy outfits, weird weapons that doesn't want to be just one thing, and oddly specific color choices."

"Can you tell me the third one? You said she was the boss of them, right?"

"Yeah, I remember when I had that Emerald girl in a strong hold and asked who was in charge. She then answered by using her semblance to make me see an illusion."

"What does she look like?"

"Hot," Jaune used the simplest answer to describe what Cinder was. "Both figuratively, and very literally a hot person, she can spew fire from her hands and can apparently make her eyes ignite with flames too. You know, how you always hear hell hath no fury like a woman scorned? Well, I'm pretty sure that meaning was made when people met Cinder."

"Ok, I get that she's scary, but I mean what is her appearance, Jaune." The rich genius clarified.

"Creamy, soft, and has none blemished skin," The spider hero recounted the details he saw from Cinder. "Long black hair that has no frays, hourglass figure that I can honestly say is so much better compared to the other knockouts staying in Beacon-"

'Sorry, girls… ya'll are in the 9's, but Cinder is over 9,000…. degrees, because she uses fire.'

"Yeah, I'm still confused here, Jaune." The blonde hero heard a faint noise that sounded like laughing. "But are you describing to me a psychopath or a cosmopolitan cover girl?"

"Come on, Whitley," He groaned. "Please, tell me you also see that every girl who's training to be a Huntress is undeniably attractive. I can't be the only one, I mean, I talked to more girls here than when I entered puberty in my village."

"No comment."

"Uhhh," Jaune let out a dejected sigh. "This is new for me, Whitley. I thought this day was going to be normal, but now I think both my normal life and my superhero one is starting to come together."

"If it is, why don't you-" For some reason, Whitley didn't finish his sentence. "Ugh, never mind."

"What? What was it you're going to say?"

"Nothing, not relevant, moving on. Say, talking about your pay for your contribution today?"

"I thought Mr. Stane was paying me."

"He is," The Iron hero from Atlas admitted. "However, I am also paying you as well."

"Oh, Whitley, I don't want you to pay me." As much as he needed Lien, he wouldn't feel right asking someone, a person younger than him at that, to pay for a job he didn't fully complete. Plus, Jaune thought of him as a friend, someone who can understand both sides of Jaune's life and that's hard to come by when your secret is that you wear spandex and stalk the night. "Mr. Stane will pay, and I just started, and you're a-"

(~DING~DONG~)

"Oh, what the hell?" Moving his attention to the sound of the noise coming from downstairs. Jaune wondered who could be this late.

"Jaune! A package is here for you!" She called. "It's from Mr. Schnee!" His Aunt sounded ecstatic. "What a sweet young man, come down here and see what he got you!"

"Ok!" He shout back. "I'm on my way!" Turning back to his scroll, he felt that the young baron timed this somehow. "You didn't."

"..."

"Hey," Jaune imagined him on the other end of the call shrugging his shoulders.

"I felt like this was a good time to do it and this is also a thank you for the assist with lifting that huge metal junk off me. Not to mention stalling those monsters long enough for my systems to reboot."

"Don't remind me." A cold shiver ran down the spider's back. "God, they're now the stuff of my nightmares! It's like those things came out of a children's fairy tail book, only twisted and scary cranked up to max 10. If I ever see another again in my lifetime, then that would be too soon."

Suddenly, Jaune could hear beeping sounds from his scroll, followed by some audible noises with Whitley's voice being muffled.

"Hey, Whitley?" Jaune asked. "You there?"

"Sorry, sorry, just got something on my end that needs to get settled." If Jaune focused hard enough, he could hear another person talking to Whitley. "I'm just trying my hand on another project that got stuck in my head recently, it won't be done for a while, but I'm just too engrossed in seeing it made that I can't stop. So, I'll just get back to it, take care, thanks for the help, and I'll get back to you with the results."

"Okay, bye, Whit-" Jaune couldn't finish his good bye as the only sound he was receiving was dialtone. "G-good talking to you.

'Good start on superhero communications I guess.'

Setting his device on top of his dresser, Jaune left his room and headed downstairs.

"Let's see what I got."

Now, in the living room, Jaune can see Aunt May sitting on the couch facing the TV with said package on the coffee table in the center of the room.

"I can't believe this, Jaune." His Aunt's interest in the Schnee's gift was visible to the young hero with how she started to take the box in her hands. "You only met him recently and he's already giving you something this soon. You must have really put a great impression on the young man."

With her nephew now here, Aunt May handed the box to him. The size wasn't much, only the same length as a shoe box. Yet, Jaune could feel the weight of the box being uneven.

'Spider sense isn't really picking anything strange from this thing.' He tempted to trigger something in the package by shaking it. 'I know Whitley sent this, something I really wonder if he timed this coming here all along, but it pays to be careful sometimes.'

Not putting any effort when he used just two fingers to pinch on the corner of the box and ripping the top open, Jaune pulled out what's inside.

"No way," The photographer let out a gasp of awe at what he was holding. "This is…"

"A camera." Aunt May tilted her head. "It looks very expensive."

"It sure is," The blonde was completely engrossed by this new model camera, taking in every detail in its design. "I've seen some good cameras that are way too pricy, but this one looks like it would make me save multiple checks just to get this baby."

Jaune remembered that the camera he bought had a cracked lens when Whitley gave it back to him after that A.I.M fiasco. Jaune honestly thought he would have to go back to the thrift store to get another one, but it seemed like the young Schnee thought of a better way to save Jaune the trouble.

Sleek, durable, and have several features that Jaune's old camera would never had made him feel like a kid opening a new toy from Christmas who was excited to play with his/her new gift.

"This will be great for taking shots from far away. Now, I don't have to worry about getting close, I can just stand where I am and zoom in and it'll feel just like I was right in front of my shot."

'Maybe I can try a far away shot, maybe a two, or three-story building that would show how small I am when I swing form web to web. I got to try some new angles next time I go out in patrols.'

"Is there anything else, Jaune?" As much as she enjoyed seeing Jaune happy for hobbies such as these, should couldn't help but feel there should be more than just a camera. "It must still have some trinkets left, otherwise it couldn't be that thing alone."

"Right, right." Setting his new camera down in the living room table, Jaune started to take out pieces that were used to enhance the already impressive device. "Got memory cards, lenses, and a tri-pod! This is amazing! I can finally store more pictures and get better wide shots, and... oh."

"Hmm?" The way Jaune sounded gave Aunt May a peculiar look at what caused Jaune to stop his excited ranting. "Is something the matter, Jaune?"

Without saying anything, Jaune reached for what made him speechless and showed Aunt May.

"A shirt?" She said as she looked at the stark white sleeve shirt.

Putting the box back next to his new camera, Jaune used both hands and showed the shirt to his Aunt.

"AU?" What she's seeing just made her more confused.

Looking down at the shirt, Jaune smacked his forehead when he was showing the back of the shirt to his Aunt and fixed it by showing the front side this time.

"A university shirt!" She covered her mouth with her hands. "In Atlas no less, oh, Jaune!"

Closing the space between them, Mrs. Parker wrapped her arms around the young Arc and upper body.

"This is happening so fast!" Her emotions were overwhelming her. "You're so close to the end of this year, you'll be a senior in Midtown high, and then you'll start looking into which college to apply for, but it seems that you don't have to worry!"

"I-I mean," Jaune wanted to get out of Aunt May's grasp, but he didn't want to ruin this moment and just let Aunt May think that it's going to happen. "It's going to be weird not seeing Harry or Gwen when I go to Atlas, but I'm more worried about you."

"Don't worry, dear," She looked up to him and stared at him with her teary eyes. "We both know that this was going to happen, well, not the part where a Schnee comes along, but we both know that you will have a good future. Look at you now, no longer having that vacant sad look, but one with hope and determination that paid off! Don't waste this opportunity, take it, and don't regret the choices you made that lead you to this future."

"Ah... yeah." Balling up the shirt, Jaune shoved it in the box including the rest of the stuff that was sent to him. "I'm going upstairs to set this somewhere in my room."

"Ok, Jaune! You have a good night, and if you get the munchies, we still have some leftovers in the fridge."

"Goodnight, Aunt May." Jaune said as he walked up the stairs and towards his room.

Entering his room, Jaune wasted no time with his mail and dumped out all the contents on his bed.

"Glad Aunt May didn't see this in the box."

Scattered among the contents that Jaune haven't shown Aunt May was a model that resembled his earlier web shooter. It looks the same, only this one looked to be built with better material than his original one.

"I've been swinging around with only one web shooter," Jaune picked up this new and improved one. "It felt weird only having one on my wrist, guess now I have a matching set. Though, I find it scary how Whitley made this with only seeing it just a few times when I used mine at the forest. Guy's scary smart to make something like this so soon."

Wanting to see if the size was right, Jaune flipped the web shooter to latch around his arm only to see a piece of folded paper tapped on the inside of the metal band.

"I wonder what's on this thing," Peeling the tape off to read the letter, Jaune unfolded the parchment and read what was written. "It's from Whitley."

"'I hope you like the gifts, mostly the camera due to one you owned is currently broken. How's your Aunt, by the way? I'm sure she liked that shirt I added into the box."

'Oh yeah, she was practically euphoric when she saw that one. Was that to cover up the web shooter or am I actually set on a college?'

Wanting to know more, Jaune continued to read.

"'I'm not going to lie, the camera, the web shooter, and even the shirt signifies how I'm taking this team up seriously. I know you said that you don't want me to do this, but knowing that we both have our interests regarding our family safe from harm, I feel like this is necessary. Hope you like them, and I hope you like Atlas when you come over after you finished high school.'"

'Huh, guess I really did get a scholarship. That's neat.'

"'P.S. I promise you that there is nothing else in this box.'"

Dropping the new web shooter on the bed, Jaune checked to see if Whitley might have added something despite the note. Just as he expected, he could see a slip of paper caught in the folds of the bottom cardboard box. Pulling the paper to see what it was, Jaune's sees that it isn't just some paper, but a paycheck with a lot of zeros.

Face scrunched in annoyance, Jaune looked at the letter to see if he missed anything and when he flipped it over he saw a small message at the bottom of the paper.

"'Dear, Jaune. I lied about that last part.'"

Snorting out a puff of air, Jaune put back the new camera, the shirt, but left the check and the new web shooter out of the mail.

'Might as well check this in tomorrow. Since it's here I might as well be thankful that Lien really isn't an issue anymore.' Grabbing his costume under his bed, Jaune opened his case to retrieve his other web device. 'Feels good to have a pair now, though I wonder what other toys Whitley is making.'

"Jaune, dinner's ready!" Aunt May shouted to alert her tenant that it's time to eat.

"Questions for later," Jaune dropped his spider gear back in the case, placed it under his bed, and left his room. "Food now! I'm on my way!"

Later that night, Jaune made his usual rounds as Spider-Man, watching over the people as their protector. Taking down two-bit thugs and gangsters who wander the streets for easy targets, all the while enjoying the nice feel of a new web shooter and a new camera.

"Dad!" Harry Osborn called out his father's name. "Mom said dinner's ready!"

"…."

Harry sighed. "Guess it's one of those meetings he has on his computer again." Leaving the living room, Harry walked to where his father's study room is.

Reaching the solid oak door that is his father's private study, Harry pounded his fist on the door to get his father's attention.

"…"

About to try a second time, Harry stopped mid swing when his father pulled open the door and stuck his head out. His stern and cold stare causing the young Osborn to lower his arm and placed it back to his side.

"Harry?" Norman looked surprised to see his son, then just as he was caught off guard, his features schooled itself back to his usual cold stone self. "I heard you the last time, but I'm in the middle of something."

"W-well, dad, I just wanted to let you know that mom has dinner ready and I was getting you."

"I see, well, I know now and will be there shortly, thank you, son." Norman was about to close the door only for Harry to place a hand to stop it from closing. "Is there anything else you need to tell me, son?"

Now on the spot, Harry took a breath to calm his nerves and spoke another thing that he's been planning to do at school.

"Dad, I signed up to try out football at school."

Norman's uninterested gaze on his son turned to interest when he heard Harry say he's trying a full contact sport.

"Really?" Harry couldn't help but notice a small smile on his father's face. "When does try out starts?"

"Soon, before the highschool dance," Not wanting to let this opportunity go, Harry continued to tell his dad. "I plan to join the football team, Jaune is also joining."

"Jaune, you say?" That seemed to get Norman's attention. "Tell me more when we're at the table, I'll be done here in a few minutes."

"Yes, sir!" Smiling that he sees his dad approve of his decision, Harry walked back to the kitchen.

Looking at his son until Harry was no longer in view, Norman Osborn closed the door and locked it, making sure no one will disturb him from his task at hand.

"Football," Norman rolled that word in his mouth. "Haven't seen Harry that interested in sports since he was just a child, yet, now he wants to try sports this late in highschool? Then again, if Jaune is trying football, then I'm sure my son somehow roped Jaune into Harry's scheme."

Sitting back in his luxurious chair, Norman went back to combing though files in his computer ontop of his also luxurious as well as very expensive desk. He wasn't lying to his son, Norman is saving his work, though the work he was working on wasn't in the legal side of things.

"Flint Marko," The rich tycoon pressed a key on his cardboard that widened a mug shot of Sandman on the computer screen "Man won the lottery yet lost it all the next day. What a loser."

Hitting another set of buttons, Norman's computer switched to a live feed of Marko sitting in a jail cell. After the fiasco that happened in downtown, the council made a unanimous decision to pool their resources into making a cell that would contain Flint from escaping. Marko's new living arrangement now were solid shatter proof metallic glass walls that had no cracks to allow him to morph into sand to slip through his imprisonment.

"Man doesn't seem to need much oxygen," Though it annoys him that he can't get too close to Flint Marko as to not cause any suspicions, Norman did the next best thing and have one of his top researchers' study and keep track of Flint for further development. "A weak man like Marko shouldn't have such gifts. It's a waste of power that's being used by a single-minded fool. I'm honestly glad Spider-Man beaten him, it just means that I need to make something even stronger then Sandman. Speaking about strong…"

Reaching over to his office scroll next to his computer, the senior Osborn dialed a number to make a call.

"…Yes, sir?" Said the voice coming from somewhere else. "How can I assist you?"

"Doctor, I need an update on our new endeavor's regarding our next pet project." Norman said coolly as he closed all windows that were on Flint Marko's file and live feeds. "We already lost one said project to Vale's security, not to mention Ozpin seemingly pulling more invisible strings to make sure he has more tape over Flint's cell and custody."

"He seems to notice that Flint isn't the usual Huntsmen, sir." The doctor pointed out the obvious. However, long as Norman can remember working with the good doctor, he can recall that talking with the man never has any humor.

"I'm sure everyone knows that Flint isn't a Huntsmen when he turned a bank into a sand castle. No, it's far too late to have the council cover this incident up. Already I hear word that outside forces are getting interested in Vale after so many eye witness accounts involving a near unstoppable man tearing through downtown."

"Let them try and find a way to figure out Marko's physiology," The doctor scoffed, showing his prideful side though the call. "It was a billion and one chance that Flint would have survived, another septillion for him still being able to keep his human form with so many sand particles making for his composition. The inner working of him is fascinating, yet I still can't pin point to how he's stable for so long. Was it his mind pushing it's limits or his will power for survival?"

"You can keep wondering about that later, right now I want to know about our next plan."

"Yes, sir," Just as the doctor on the other end answered, the older Osborn heard his email messenger notifying him about something. "I have everything in this file I sent."

Moving the mouse to click the new file sent to him, Mr. Osborn was greeted with a new mug shot with a new prisoner.

"Alexander O'hirn," Norman read the first name of the prisoner. "Is he in the same jail as Marko?"

"Currently, sir. He'll be transferred to Atlas, along with other members of the Fang that were captured due to two students that are visiting Beacon. Vale is trying to keep them here to further questioning if they're hiding more weapons, but since the White Fang stole military grade weapons from Atlas, the council deemed it fair to have them have a trial there rather than here."

Looking at each file and photo, Mr. Osborn clicked on a video clip that had a recording of Alex fighting multiple law enforcement as they tried to shove him back in his cell.

Alex, using his size and strength easily towered over the guards and swung all his weight into each devastating punch that left some officers unconscious. Batons, riot shields, even rubber bullets were used on this literal beast, yet all it did was cause more bodies to drop to the floor.

"Such savagery," Osborn can only give his respects at such brutal techniques Alex was giving these sorry dogs as he continued to break bones of everyone that's in front of him. "And you say that he will be taken to Atlas custody?"

Not even close to finishing his rampage, Alex made a foolish attempt at escaping by sprinting straight into a solid wall. If his memory recalls, those walls are solid cement and rebar that even a speeding car would have a hard time breaking though. Yet again, Norman Osborn was impressed as Alex seemed to not be bothered by the shock of hitting the reinforced wall and continuously slammed himself until the wall started to have an imprint of the impact.

"Strength at its purist, sir." Norman's employee spoke. "Though he has the traits of one of the largest land mammals, he is still restricted by his other half and isn't able to unlock his true potential."

To prove his point in the form of more guards coming in to subdue the convict, several cannisters were thrown that left a trail of smoke as they sailed in the air. Suddenly, the large brute started to lose speed and became sluggish to the point that he couldn't stand up anymore. The final stretch of the video showed Alex falling on the floor with able bodied guards rushing to quickly put restrained and in a far sturdier cell.

"Well, I can say for certain that this was entertaining to watch." Astonishment over, Norman closed the video and continued to read any info on Alex, the White Fang terrorist.

"Indeed, Alexander has shown great attributes of physicality. Even cross referencing other known Faunus that house the same qualities at him, none can hold a candle to Mr. O'hirn." Sending another file to his employer, the unknown doctor continued to talk about his theory about his future project. "His natural endurance, strength, and tolerance to pain is already above average to even the most seasoned heavy weights, which is why he would be the best candidate for testing our experimental serum, sir."

"I want to make sure this one will not be a fluke like Flint Marko was becoming Sandman, doctor." Norman Osborn gave his worker a condescending tone. "Are you sure he's a prime candidate?"

"No doubt, sir," Said the scientist. "We just need to extract Alex before Vale security hands him over to Atlas."

"Something that will cover our plan that even Spider-Man or even the media will take more focus on." Mind already picking key players in to his scheme, Norman couldn't help but think of one person that already has Vale's attention. "Doctor, when does the staff frequently check up on Marko?"

"They start in the afternoon, the same time as they give him food. Even though Mr. Flint doesn't really need to consume so often."

"I see," Looking though the jail's roster of workers that have that shift, Norman pulled out his bank account. "I'll be arranging with a set of freelancers that worked for me as hired muscle. Thank you for your service today, good doctor, but we'll have to stop for now. I've already kept my family waiting enough as it is. You should do the same too."

"Of course, sir," The caller on the other side laughed, as if also sharing the same idea as Norman. "Have a nice day."

"You as well, Doctor." Doing one last thing on his computer, Norman typed up one email, sent it, and turned off his PC.

Leaving his study room, the father of this expensive penthouse went to the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of his wife and only son. Walking around the dinner table to sit at the head chair, Norman made his adjustments of getting his portion of the food on his table.

"Now, then," Norman placed a napkin on his lap, picked up his steak knife and fork and began to chop up his food. "What were you saying about football, Son?"

[A/N]

Welp, I feel like I wasn't on my game on this one. This was a filler for what's about to happen next, I'm sure you all know that the development on Jaune's side will continue and the Beacon Arc will continue after.

Most of you probably have some complaints and I understand. This chapter was supposed to be published last month, but unfortunately my life to a 180 and I had to be absent for a bit. Coming back to this helped me keep my hands busy, yet I still felt I could do more in this chapter.

The next chapter or two will have Jaune do social stuff, drama ensures, and Spider-Man fighting again. Nothing I have to say with this, just that this chapter is just filler and the next one will be coming this month. Apologies if you guys want developing plot points, but I don't want to drag this one along, so please enjoy this chapter.

Shout out to my Beta, check out his stories, as well as my friend, Nacoma23, for his take on Iron Whitley. Don't forget to like, comment, and fav if you want to get updated on the latest chapter. Thank you!

[Omake: What happens next]

'Everyone's here'

You said to yourself as you looked from you left and right to see relatives you and some you never even met before.

'So, this is what the rest of the family is like.'

Here you are, dressed in black, standing in the partial center of the family funeral in a city you don't even live in. You hear crying from the relatives of your mother's side, including your siblings who tried their best to stop their tears from shedding.

You never visited Vale before, maybe once or twice you caught sight of this giant kingdom from a flight going to from your village and to another destnation. Now though, you can honestly say that you can understand why your grandparents wanted to stay here.

Secure walls, comfortable living, and away from Grimm. You remember your parents telling you that your grandparents thought of living somewhere else to spend their time away from this city yet decided to stay and not explain why.

They were very old, pushing past 90 and yet they still lived in a place full of dangerous thugs and other notorious gangs that you heard about on the news. It should have been good reasons to move away, but they insisted that they wanted to stay.

Thinking about the past was soon interrupted when you hear the final goodbyes for the dearly departed were said, leaving you to follow them out the cemetery.

Still eyeing everything around you, your eyes stopped when you see that someone else was here in the cemetery besides your large family gathering.

You see a lone young man, no older then when you were in highschool, staring at a tombstone with a far away look to his face.

'A boy that young shouldn't have an expression like that.' You said to yourself. 'I really shouldn't pry, I don't have the right to get into other people's personal business.'

Just when you brushed off the teen as a usual bystander, you saw that almost every relative has left through the main gate.

Running to close the distance, you made it out of the graveyard and kept your speed rather then slowing down as you crossed a road that had your family on the other side.

(HOOOONK!)

Out of no where you were greeted by the sound of a large blow horn coming from your right side. Instinctively, your head moved to look at what was making that noise, only for your mind to catch up to how that was a mistake.

Because it was a large semi heading straight at you!

The driver of the large truck pushed the breaks as hard as he could, yet from how short the distance was between you and his truck it seemed the chances of slowing down in the nick of time are none existent.

'I need to move, but I don't think I'll make it in time!' Already, you can feel the rush of wind as it's close enough that you start to feel the heat from its engine.

Be it fear or just plain slow reaction, you felt helpless as you saw the metal death machine come closer and closer to you.

(TWIP! TWIP!)

Only it wasn't just the speeding semi that was in front of you now.

What started as just the truck colliding with you had now someone else between you and your end as the stranger that saved you stopped the truck all by himself with his bare hands.

"You ok, sir?" The man who saved you didn't ask you, he asked the man driving the truck who gave him a shaky thumbs up. "Good to see that."

With the driver checked, the stranger in red and blue turned to you, making you flinch when your face was reflected off his large compound lenses.

"Word of advice, friend. Try not to compare a city like this to your village, so you can't really run across roads when you have metal death traps like these babies coming from every street." The hero said like he was saying it from experience. "Just make sure you look real careful next time, there's a lot of people who think they can outrun traffic lights. Take care!"

Shooting out some weird rope like substances out of his wrists, the hero that saved you pulled at the strings so hard they catapulted him into the sky and giving him enough momentum to start swing out of your sight.

After he left, your family started to swarm around you, tears of relief and joy knowing that they didn't have to experience another death in the family.

As they talked among themselves of how thankful your alive, in started to recount what happened to you and your grandparents passing.

They passed away by natural causes, no accidents like this happening to them, no muggings, no murder from some psycho, they were able to live the remainder of their days in peace.

'Now I know why they wanted to stay.'

Somehow, seeing a live hero made you think that living here in Vale won't be such a bad idea.

[Elsewhere]

"Sorry, I had to change over and take care of something." Jaune Arc said to a tombstone. "Some family had their funeral a couple of rows next to you, then I felt trouble was happening close by and I just had to act on it."

Silence was Jaune's only answer.

"I just wanted to come back here and say that the person I saved was part of the funeral and that both the driver and the one that almost got hit are saved."

Without warning, wind picked up and ruffled Jaune's hair before fading away just as it arrived.

"Yeah, it's good to just do simple stuff like that, stuff that can easily be avoidable if someone could just be there to help." Seeing where this was leading him, the young spider shook the feeling of depression and started to close this conversation for today.

"Welp, it's getting late and Aunt May is making roasted chicken." Picking up his backpack from the ground, Jaune looked back at the grave of someone important to him one last time.

"It's good talking to you again, Uncle Ben."