All Peter could think of was that he needed to run. Nobody could know who he was. That was kind of the thing about being Spider man.

He closed his eyes and waited for his vision to become normal and resisted the need of passing out.

He felt a cold hand on his neck reaching to his mask and pulling it out. And Peter opened his eyes. He kept his head down and made sure nobody saw his face. Suddenly he broke the handcuffs and webbed the two mens' eyes who were holding him.

All agents started shooting at him but he was moving too quickly. He made flips and he jumped next to Nick Fury who was also shooting at him. He took his mask back with a quick move and put it on.

He made another flip to get away from the agents as far as possible but his vision still being blurry and his ribs hurting as hell weren't helping him. He had to use his brain to get out of this situation.

Suddenly a bright idea came to peter's mind and he aimed his web to the big screen with one hand and the transformer with the other. He sighed.

This was going to hurt.

He pushed the buttons in the middle of both of his hands and electric came out from his webs. Electric from both his webs and the big screen passed through his body using him as a conductive and went directly to the transformer.

Peter's whole body was shaking and it was like a lot of sharp knifes were cutting through his skin.

However his dangerous and painful action worked and the hole city went dark for more then 15 seconds.

The moment SHIELD agents understood what happened and electricity came back Spider man was long gone.

Steve was trying to process what he just saw. He was angry that SHIELD couldn't catch him but on the other hand he was also impressed.

Maybe he has underestimated Spider man's power and skills. He was clever steve had no doubts for that. What Steve couldn't be sure of was him being one of the good guys. If he was, why was he running then. It was making no sense because all Steve could see was that he was helping people. What was he hiding?

Peter hid behind a roof and winced in pain. His wrists were still burning.

Yep... This was the end of his web shooters. He thought while looking at his fried web shooters.

He kept listening the agents thanks to his advanced hearing. Some search helicopters passed above him but Peter knew how to hide.

He looked at his web shooters and a sad feeling accured in his stomach.

How the hell was he supposed to fix them.

There was no resources. There was nothing but his suit. He needed a lab or at least some equipments to fix his web shooters.

He thought of his 4 lame jobs. As peter was just 15 and he had to drop off school nobody was willing to give him a job so he was usually gaining money by working in constructions and carrying heavy stuff there which was no deal for him.

Even with 4 jobs however Peter wasn't making much money for himself. He was having 100$ in total per month which was a great number for Peter but the problem was he couldn't spend any of it. He needed all of that money to help his friend which was a different story for a different time. Right now he needed to find a way fixing his web shooters without any money. Yeah, that seemed impossible. He really needed to consider finding a fifth job. He wasn't sleeping more than 3 hours already and with a fifth job... Well he wouldn't be sleeping at all.

However his money problems weren't ending there. He needed to find 750$ more in 2 months to again help his friend. For that he had no idea at all.

A chore of police sirens brought him back to reality and reminded him of his situation. He saw his fight scene with SHIELD agents on the big screen. Then again he heard the lovely voice of J. Jonah Jerkface.

"New York open your eyes. Spider man is nothing more than a menace who should be put behind bars as soon as possible!"

Suddenly Peter felt the anger rising inside him. No matter what he does, no matter what he sacrifices, he would always be a menace in the eyes of the people and now, in the eyes of SHIELD as well.

Then suddenly Peter felt a strong feeling he never felt before:

hopelessness...