Peter silently laid in his bed shaking with adrenaline. The burnette had spent the entire night swinging around Queens, stopping mugging after mugging and several would be car accidents.
The only problem was that the people the brown eyed boy was trying to help were most often afraid of him.
One woman tried to pepper spray him and another picked up a stray knife, trying to stab him! One man actually tried to shoot him as he was webbing up his would-be murderer, which is actually how he learned he had another power, some sort of sixth sense, which he was now calling, Peter-Sense.
Sure one dodge could be luck, another could be coincidence but four split second dodges that saved his life as the back of his skull was tingling, was definitely a sixth sense of some kind.
Peter-Sense only seemed to work when Peter himself was in personal danger, which was cool he guessed.
Despite all the bad circumstances from today, the fair skinned boy did feel better than the day before and that was from helping people. So Peter was going to keep doing what he was doing and show them that they had nothing to fear from him.
"Pete time to get up!" Teresa exclaimed through the door causing the burnette to sigh and sit up.
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"Peter!" His blonde friend called out to him as he walked to class. She quickly pushed her thick glasses up as she caught up to him.
"Hey Gwen! How are you?" Peter asked with genuine enthusiasm causing the girl to pause slightly but her face quickly split into a smile.
"Good!" she replied. "My dad and I went bowling last night and it was super fun!" Her smile faltered slightly and she bit her lip in a way that Peter was 'not' paying attention to at all. "We were actually thinking of doing it again today with Harry, M.J and you with all our parents of course... what do you think?" Peter looked up from her pink lips and stared at her sapphire blue eyes and the spider powered boy suddenly felt an odd feeling in his chest but quickly shook it off.
"Sure Gwen, sounds like fun! Let me text May real quick and see if she's in." The brunette quickly got out his Uncle's old flip phone and texted his aunt and after a minute she texted back.
"She said yes." Gwen pumped up her fist in excitement.
"Awesome! Can't wait!" Peter nodded and the two went off to class with matching grins.
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Peter crawled head first down a dark alleyway wall towards a mugger who was holding a switchblade towards a raven haired man's stomach.
"Please..." The innocent man whimpered but before either of them could do anything, the masked vigilante raised both his wrists and shot two lines of webbing, one at the criminal's back and another at their elbow, pulling the assailant away, surprising both of them.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Peter dropped down, causing the victim of the webbed up robber to whimper. "I'll fucking kill you, freak!" The brown eyed boy tapped the raging man on the forehead, knocking him out.
Peter turned around towards the shaking man, holding his knees, "You okay?" The boy lightly asked with concern.
The ravenette nodded his head and Peter sighed in relief, "Can you call the police?" he nodded once again.
Peter squatted down and prepared to jump on top of the building. "H..h..how old are you?" Peter paused in shock. "Y..you sound incredibly young?" The spider powered boy silently cursed and tried to deepen his voice.
"DoN'T KnoW WHat You'Re TALKinG ABoUT!" Peter jumped on top of the nearby building and immediately started to hit himself.
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Peter sat down in the basement at his workstation, looking over an old brown belt, glinting in the overhead light with technology.
The brunette, after the last few nights, needed to find a way to deepen his voice because right now the boy just sounded like, well, like a kid who was pretending to be a grownup.
The fair skinned boy spent several hours going over the internet to see how to properly lower his voice, Peter realized the best way to lower it was to make a vibrator of sorts and wrap it around his neck, forcing his vocal cords to vibrate at a different pitch.
The brown haired vigilante, after spending the night testing out the new invention, wrapped it around his neck and turned it on. "Hello." The ten year old's eyes widened in surprise. "I, I kinda sound like Ben." Peter smiled at the observation and before turning it off.
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"So~, want to play some video games after school Pete?" Harry asked his best friend as they walked to their class but the burnette shook his head in denial.
"Sorry Har, May needs me to do a lot more chores around the house now and frankly I've been procrastinating way too long." Peter looked at the ginger haired boy with an apologetic face. "Don't want her to be disappointed in me, you know?"
Harry nodded with a small frown but quickly shook it off and smiled. "It's fine Pete, another time?" The spider powered genius nodded with a grin of his own.
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Peter held onto a crying little girl as her mother called the cops in another room, a disgusted frown hidden underneath his mask.
The brunette vigilante had to web up the 'father' who had tried molesting his six year old daughter.
From the way he understood things, this wasn't the first time. Peter looked at the crying girl, Megan Brock and tried to come up with anything to try and alleviate some of the girl's sadness and thought about how Ben would do it, "You want to hear a joke?" The slightly younger girl didn't respond to his question.
"What did the strawberry say to the peach?" The sandy blonde once again didn't respond. "I'm 'berry' sorry but can you 'peach' say that again." Megan breathed in a little too fast which Peter knew was a laugh she was trying to hold in.
"Okay how about another one?" She didn't nod but her crying did seem to lessen slightly, "What did the red stoplight say to the green light?" Peter asked the brown eyed girl who remained silent. "Stop interrupting me!" The six year old groaned slightly at the punchline.
"That's so bad!" The blonde told the vigilante with a slight giggle.
Peter gasped, "Hey that hurt!" He held onto his heart with false pain and Megan giggled some more before growing silent and the spider powered vigilante bit his lip.
"I should have told mommy..." She told the spider powered vigilante who squeezed her shoulders in comfort but the lightly tanned girl flinched slightly, Peter immediately released her, worried he overstepped. "No!" The vigilante blinked and the girl wiped her tears from her eyes. "Can, can you hug me more? I didn't mean to flinch it's, it's just daddy used to do the same thing but, but! You're different... I know you're different!" Peter nodded and hugged the girl more.
At a few moments of silence Megan began crying again, "I wish I told mommy the first time it happened! But, but it was daddy, and I love daddy!" She cried with half tears. "I didn't want to get him in trouble! and, and at first I thought it was just a game he wanted to play! But then… my, my school did a presentation and I knew it wasn't really a game!" she held onto Peter who tried to keep his strength in check.
"I'm sorry this happened but this isn't your fault." Peter told Megan who shook her head, streams of tears falling from her eyes, "It isn't! Your dad is a grownup, he knew what he was doing was wrong and he knew that you trusted and loved him not to do anything. He took advantage of your love for him and I'm, I'm so very sorry." Megan sobbing grew louder and hugged the vigilante.
"Can, can, can I hear more jokes?" The blonde whimpered and Peter nodded.
"Only if I can know your name?" The spider themed boy asked the six year old sandy blonde haired girl.
"It's Megan. What's yours?" Peter blinked and tilted his head in thought.
"I have no idea." The teary brown eyed girl looked at her hero in confusion.
"You know what? I'll come back to you when I name myself." Megan seemed even more confused but nodded anyway. "Now let me tell you a few more jokes."
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Peter tried to make a web blanket but ultimately made a mess, quickly shaking the sticky substance off himself, he took off his jacket and handed it towards the woman who had her blouse torn off along with her bra. "Tha...thank you." Peter nodded and walked towards the knocked out man, taking out the criminal's phone and quickly made a call to nine-one-one.
After the spider themed boy was done, he sat across from the woman who couldn't look the vigilante in the eye, shame clear in her form. "Um, do you want to hear a joke?" Peter asked the olive skinned woman who looked at the bare chested hero, like he was crazy, the darkness hiding his size but the size of his jacket made her think he was a dwarf, his voice too deep to be a child. "I find a joke can help sometimes, it's fine if you just want some silence." The woman looked down and found she didn't want to be left alone with her thoughts.
"Yeah, yeah I would like to hear a joke I guess." Peter nodded who smiled underneath his half skull mask.
"Okay, what did the jelly say to the jam?" the woman shrugged. "Jam, when did you get so jelly of me!" The woman looked at the vigilante like he was an idiot.
"That was the worst joke I've ever heard in my life." The brunette smiled and shrugged.
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Peter looked at his web shooters and after researching more about spiders, realized the reason that arachnids could shape their webs was because they had spinnerets.
So the fair skinned brunette made a quick adjustment, adding two more nozzles on each Web-Shooter and found that if he made certain wrist movements he could now make web-like constructs, like that blanket he tried to make for the victim he saved last night.
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Peter was fighting several armed robbers who were trying to steal from a local bank in Queens during the middle of the night.
It was taking him longer than expected as the bot was forced to dodge the bullets they were shooting at him. Peter was getting into a rhyme when, suddenly, one of them threw a flash grenade towards the brunette which he automatically caught as it went off, blinding him.
"AGHHH!" Peter fell to his knees, holding his eyes that could only see a canvas of white.
The spider powered vigilante could hear the five robbers getting away but Peter's sight still hadn't returned to him, he tried to focus on his hearing but the pain was unbearable, "Fuck!" The burnette cursed loudly.
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Peter was once again wearing his glasses as the world was still blurry to him since the bank robbery, his old prescription glasses correcting his vision, so he could actually see somewhat.
Peter took a pair of circular welding goggles which the brown eyed boy knew would be ten times better than just sunglasses.
The boy genius added several overlapping black pieces of plastic around the rims connected to motion sensors within the goggles, so when he narrowed his eyes, the plastic would mimic the action and help him with focusing at objects that were further away.
It also looked cool.
That garbage dump really did have everything.
After a few hours, Peter had a pair of goggles that would make sure what happened at that bank would never happen again or at least, hurt a lot less.
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Peter was stationed at a shipping yard, his narrowed eyes focused on ten armed gunmen.
The spider powered vigilante could hear a couple dozen women whimpering in a shipping container while a fat man stood in front of the pseudo jail as nine other men walked around the yard.
Brown eyes narrowed further at the one closest to him and silently landed behind him. Peter quickly grabbed his wrist and kicked behind his knee making him fall to the ground and covered his mouth and nose.
After a minute, the person stopped struggling and Peter released him, letting the first gunman hit the ground, unconscious.
Peter quickly jumped onto a different shipping container and scanned the area and before focusing on another gunman two containers away that he quickly subdued.
The process repeated itself, after taking down half of the gunmen, the other half seemed to catch on to his antics, finding the bodies. "Fuck! That vigilante is here!"
The supposed leader cursed, "Everybody get over here and protect the cargo! We can't let that freak bust us!" The four other men quickly traveled to their boss and surrounded the shipping container.
Peter kept a firm eye as he was stationed in the shadow of the shipping container towards their left. He raised both his wrist and shot two webs, connecting them towards two of the gunmen and pulled, dragging them into the metal wall of the shipping container, knocking them out and probably giving them a concussion if he was lucky.
"Shoot the bastard!" Peter ran towards the rest of the human traffickers, dodging all their gunfire. Once he was close, the brunette performed a double split kick knocking out two more of the assholes and flipped over the final dirtbag, dodging his desperate shot and knocking his head against the container the prisoners were being kept in, hopefully giving him a painful headache when he woke up.
Peter shook his head and winced at the right shoulder where a bullet grazed him and webbed it up, stopping the bleeding.
The boy took the lock keeping the women away from their freedom and crushed it in his hands, as he opened the doors letting the moonlight in and exposing the barely dressed girls that wore mostly dirty panties and tank tops.
The women were all held up in the very back of the container and Peter walked in slowly, his hands raised. "Hello, I'm here to help." he stated, "I took down your captors and in a moment I will call the police, you can leave the container."
The women looked confused and terrified at him and Peter mind connected the dots, "None of you can speak English, can you." The spider powered boy silently muttered to himself as he walked out.
The brunette quickly began searching for a phone on one the criminals and once he found it he called nine-one-one, "Hello, I need help. I found a shipping container full of women." Peter told the operator who immediately hung up, surprising the vigilante.
"What?" he muttered, looking at the phone in surprise. 'That's never happened before.' He quickly recalled the emergency number.
"Yes, hello I need help. I found a shipping container full of women who may-" Peter cursed as the nine-one-one operator hung up again.
"One more time..." The boy muttered as he recalled the number. "I need immediate help, a bunch of people are all beat up and I think they need medical attention. We're at a shipping yard..." Peter continued uninterrupted this time.
After about a half an hour passed, an ambulance and a couple cop cars appread, Peter stayed out of sight as they discovered the beat up criminals and the women sitting at the far back of a shipping container.
The two cops looked at each other and pulled out their guns, aiming them towards the horror filled paramedics that were immediately rescued by Peter.
The vigilante pulled the guns away from the cops and webbed them up to a nearby shipping container, who looked shocked and scared beyond belief. "Please stop! You don't know-"
" "Mumph!" " Peter webbed up their mouths, shaking his head in disgust at their actions.
Peter looked at the paramedics who seemed shakin at what just happened. "Sorry but can you help the women, they may need medical attention." The two seemed to nod after a moment, shaking off their fear and Peter took out the criminal's phone again and called a number he knew he could trust.
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George Stacy didn't know what to think when a strange number called his phone that turned out to be the vigilante who was running all over Queens.
He certainly didn't know what to say after he was sent a picture of a human trafficking case and told that two of his fellow cops were dirty and tried to kill the paramedics that arrived on scene.
The white haired detective shook his head in disbelief and immediately called for backup, heading towards the pinned location he was sent.
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Peter sat across from Gwen with a small smile which she happily returned, as she ate her Peanut butter and Jelly sandwich, "So Gwen, do you want to hang out after school?" the blonde girl's eyes widened and she immediately nodded.
"Yeah! We haven't hung out in a while, just you and me." Peter nodded along. "So your house or mine?" The brown eyed boy pretended to think about it for a moment.
"Your house." Gwen nodded and went back to eating as Peter chuckled at her jam covered cheeks. He quickly pointed out to the girl who blushed and wiped it off.
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Peter nodded along with Gwen as they watched one of their favorite shows together. "Dean is such a Dick!"
"A little bit but he's doing his best Gwen and Sam is no angel... unlike Castiel." Peter laughed while Gwen looked at the boy with a raised eyebrow, "It was funny!" The glasses wearing blonde shook her head.
Peter waved her off and continued to watch Supernatural, "Hey I need to go to the bathroom! Don't watch a second without me!" Peter exclaimed, jumping over the couch and ran up the stairs.
The spider powered boy quickly went over to a cabinet at the end of the hallway and stuck his hand in the back of one of the shelves, grabbing a key.
He then walked over to 's office and opened he walked in, he took a quick scan of the room and saw one of Mr. Stacy's police radios charging on his desk and took it.
Peter turned the object around and unclipped the back, he quickly saw and recognized a chip that was connected to the police personal radio waves and used a bit of his strength to remove it.
"Sorry ." The brunette clipped the back on and put the radio back onto the charging station before walking out of the room and quietly locked the door behind him.
Peter put the key back where he found it and took a moment to flush the toilet and pretended to wash his hands.
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Peter stood over an old android touchscreen with a slightly cracked screen. He was able to replace a few damaged parts and charged it up and successfully connected the chip from 's walkie-talkie.
Of course to successfully get it to work Peter had to make a program to connect it to but nothing a little brain juice couldn't do in under ten hours.
He really did love his powers, it not only made him strong and faster but things that took him weeks to figure out, like how to make an app or what part of one his inventions wasn't working, now shortened to only a couple dozen hours.
When night fell again Peter connected the phone to some headphones and began his patrol.
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Peter listened to the police radio and shook his head in stupidity. He knew this was a good idea but he should have read up on cop codes or something, he had no idea what anyone on this thing was talking about.
And of course when the spider powered brunette tried to report something on the damn thing, he was immediately found out because as protocol apparently dictated, everything must be spoken in numbers!
Peter managed to play it off as him being a dumb rookie but he knew he probably was going to need to change the chip every few months or we'll, he didn't know what they would do?
Probably try and arrest him?
Peter spent the next day memorizing New York police codes on the internet and making sure he understood the terminology for each one so he could successfully use the device he fixed up.
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Peter swung through the city letting the air whip at his face but unknown to him he had run out of web fluid, causing him to plummet to the ground. "Fuck!" The boy cursed and searched his pockets for the sticky chemical but the extra web fluid was gone.
"Shit!" Peter let his legs fall beneath him and bended them, covering his face with his forearms and after a moment, crashed in the street, scaring several people and breaking apart the concrete.
"Oww!~" Peter muttered as he felt several people taking pictures of him, the brunette quickly shook off the pain and leaped away.
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Peter decided that storing his web cartilages in his pockets when he was swinging at such high speeds probably wasn't the best idea, so he was going back into his basement to create a utility belt.
Peter started by cutting twenty pieces of thin metal apart and reconnecting them with latches, the boy then connected slight hooks at the end of the pieces of metal that he was able to snap his web cartilages into along with his vigilante phone.
After he was done he took another piece of metal and cut it into a belt buckle, finishing his new gadget.
"A little clunky but at least I won't lose my web fluid again." Peter muttered as he stretched his torso to test out how well it moved with him.
"Pete! Dinner is ready!" Teresa yelled from behind the basement door.
"Coming!" Peter took off the belt and laid it against his work table and walked up the stairs.
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Peter crouched down and tried to calm down a crying eight year old boy who was almost killed by his uncle. "Stay away from me, monster!" Peter sighed, sitting down a little away from the boy, ignoring the muffled scream of the boy's uncle. "Daddy said I should stay away from people who dress like you!"
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Peter decided he needed a new look for crime fighting, as several citizens he tried to help thought he was another criminal, he needed to be more colorful, something out of a comic book.
The brunette borrowed a pair of his sister's blue sweatpants and spray painted a pair of old sneakers bright red, so it would match his red hoodie.
He also took an old red scarf that his aunt hadn't touched in forever and shortened it, stitching the new ends together, making a lower face mask.
Looking at himself in his bedroom mirror, Peter knew he wasn't going to scare anyone like this.
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"Have you heard of this vigilante?" Mary Jane asked her friends. Peter froze but immediately shook it off and stayed silent trying not to incriminate himself.
Gwen's face lit up in recognition, "Yeah. My dad can't seem to make up his mind about him." she said with a thinking face, tapping her chin in thought. "He seems to focus on petty crime only and mostly operates at night." she told the group. "They're calling him Spider-Man because of his webbing." Peter froze at the name.
"Spider-Man?" The pair of girls and the boy looked at the brown eyed brunette whose face seemed to turn into a grin. "I like it." The three of them looked at the boy in confusion.
"So, I'm guessing you've heard of this spider dude?" Harry asked and Peter took a moment and nodded.
"Yeah, I've heard of... Spider-Man." Peter's eyes seem to twinkle.
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Peter took out his red hoodie and drew a huge spider on the front and smiled widely. "Look out New York. Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man is on the scene; new and approved." Peter stated to himself.
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Spider-Man dodged a bullet using his newly named Spider-Sense, webbing the gun out of the would-be murderer's hand.
He sped towards the criminal and quickly knocked him out before turning towards the victim who was a twenty something year old man.
"Tha..thank you... um..?" Peter smiled underneath the mask and took a deep breath.
"Spider-Man." the man nodded.
"Thank you Spider-Man." The man told the crouching vigilante, collapsing on his ass in exhaustion, feeling the adrenaline leave him.
The goggle wearing hero nodded and immediately radioed-in the police and tried to comfort the man as they waited.
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Peter sat across from Teresa and May as he shoved scrambled eggs into his mouth, "Have you guys heard of that Vigilante?! He's all over the internet and all my classmates are talking about him!" Peter smiled at the excited girl. "Like a day ago he saved a school bus from crashing!"
"I heard he's called Spider-Man." Teresa's eyes widened.
"I like it! It describes his powers perfectly... I think?" Peter chuckled slightly, nodding along.
May shook her head, "Anyone who takes the law into their own hands is a criminal Teresa." She spoke with a firm voice. "You shouldn't look up to a person like that." Peter bit his lip and looked down but Teresa just shook her head.
"Come on Aunt May~!" Teresa whined to the woman. "You should look him up." The auburn haired girl suggested it to the older woman. "He seems to be doing a lot of good."
"I will." May assured her and shook her head in disbelief. "Ben must be rolling around his grave! An actual vigilante taking the law into his own hands!" Peter looked at the gray haired women but quickly went back to eating.
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Spider-Man was swinging towards a familiar window, "Spidey!" the vigilante clinged onto a nearby wall.
"Hey Megan! How's your day?" The girl fiddled with hair and grinned.
"It's good! Mommy has been doing better and therapy has.. made things easier I think." she seemed to become slightly uncomfortable. "Anyway I made you something!" the sandy blonde raced towards her bed and under her pillow.
She quickly raced back to Spider-Man and handed him a folded piece of paper which he quickly unfolded to reveal a drawing of... him? In a superhero costume.
It was mostly blue and red like what he had now but it was like a one piece costume, Peter was wearing red boots that ended at his upper calf with the rest of his legs were navy blue. His torso, head, shoulders were also red while his sides, back, and biceps were the same navy blue as his legs.
The red parts of the drawing had a web design with a simple spider symbol in the middle of his chest. His eyes were designed as white tilted teardrops with a black outline.
Megan even made a little side note of a red spider design for the middle of his back.
"It looks nice." Spider-Man told the girl who grinned brightly in reply. "Do... you think I can keep it." Megan nodded with great enthusiasm.
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Peter spent several hours on the computer looking through ways to make a costume, he even watched several tutorials on how to make a Captain America Halloween suit with limited resources, it turned out to be very helpful actually.
When night came the fair skinned brunette traveled towards his elementary school and sneaked into the art room, finding red and blue fabric in similar colors to the drawing, he cut long pieces from it and grabbed a bottle of black puff paint.
The next day Peter traveled towards a store and grabbed two pairs of white colored snowboarding goggles, he could cut into the shape he needed along with two pairs of welding goggles layering them on top of each other.
As the brown eyed boy got home, he went to the attic and grabbed an old sewing machine his aunt used and went to the basement. It took Peter a few hours but managed to complete the costume and glued some old soles at the inside of his feet.
He then spent a few hours creating a metal frame work for his eyes and redoing the motion sensing, so he could properly narrow them.
After a full night of work, Peter could say everything was perfect.
He even found a pair of old wireless earphones that he cleaned and fixed which the spider powered boy connected towards his newly named Spider-Phone, so no wires could be seen.
When he looked at himself in the mirror he saw, well he saw a superhero straight from the comics.
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A large six foot and seven inch bald man with dark, almost navy blue eyes, wide as he was tall. The fair skinned man wore a white suit jacket, a black dress shirt underneath, and purple pants with blue dress shoes, he silently watched several video recordings of a masked wearing boy...? Man..? taking down one of his drug operations, human trafficking rings and much more.
"How long has this… Spider-Man has been operating?" His deep menacing voice asked, a much smaller man with raven hair and an incredibly large, protruding forehead who wore a black pinstripe suit stepped forward.
"About four months." The bald man hummed in acknowledgement.
"Take care of him, Hammerhead." The shorter man nodded with a smirk across his thin lips.
"Of course Kingpin. This bug won't see the light of day again." Hammerhead promised the man.