Peter always feared sitting in this room one day.

He sat in a cold metal chair with a white light hanging above him. He always hated normal lights like that, the ones that are a purely white color. It always gave him a sense of coldness, tension and sour calculation. He preferred those tinted with a warm yellow color, it gave him a sense of comfort and safety. The walls around him were concrete, a few cracks showing between the seams. In the corner of the room was a camera, blinking a bright red light next to the lens. To his left was a one-way mirror, where he was sure a pack of detectives and officers were watching him. Some may have believed him innocent; others likely made their decision already and declared him a guilty criminal. That, unfortunately, wasn't for him to decide.

Detective Naomasa came in with a folder of papers in his hands. Considering the folder had Peter's name on it, he figured it was the evidence they had collected against him. The detective wasn't even smiling, which didn't give him any comfort for the situation he was in.

Perhaps he should at least be thankful that he wasn't handcuffed.

Naomasa sat down and gently placed the folder down. He glanced at the camera, making sure that it was going before he locked his fingers together and rested them on top the table.

"Peter Benjamin Parker," Naomasa began, "You began attending U.A High School for upcoming heroes only a month ago, correct?"

"Before we start this," Peter dodged the question, "At least tell me where Kendo is. Do that, and I'll cooperate better."

"…She's standing on the other side of the glass. She hasn't left you; I promise."

Peter sighed in relief; thankful his good friend wasn't too far away from him. At the same time, he was also worried because he had no idea what he would be brought to say while she watched.

"I'll ask you again," The detective continued, "Is it true you started attending U.A a month ago?"

"Yes," He answered.

"Why did you want to go there?"

"It was the only way to be safe," Peter covered his mouth instantly after speaking. Why did he say that so easily? He had gone to speak, and the truth just came out without him saying so. He hadn't an impulse to speak, but rather the wrong words came out.

"Safe from what?" Naomasa asked.

He was hesitant to speak now, lowering his hand slowly from his mouth. Their eyes locked and fixated on one another, trying to figure out what the other was thinking. The detective was doing this somehow, he made him tell the truth. He doesn't have a quirk as far as he knows, so what was going on?

"Safe from what, Mr. Parker?" He stressed again.

Peter went to speak again, testing his theory as to what was going on, "From my enemies."

Again, he spoke the truth when he meant to say something else.

"Is that the only reason?"

At this point, he understood that if he spoke, he would be telling the truth even if he didn't understand how. There had to be a way around it somehow, a loophole in whatever they were pulling. Trying to think carefully, Peter remained silent.

"You've likely caught wind, haven't you?" Naomasa asked, "We don't often use the resources of other police stations, but this case seemed special. We asked a high-class detective from another city to come in and help us. In fact, he's standing on the other side of that glass right now."

Peter looked to the glass, knowing full well there was no point since all he saw was himself looking back.

"He's high class because he uses his quirk for his job," He continued, "Rather than become a Pro hero, he put it to work as a detective and interrogator. He has the ability to make anyone that's near him only tell the truth when they speak. I'm only telling you this because I can tell you've already figured it out. And," He leaned forward, "I want you to know you can trust me. You're a good kid, Peter. You've helped a lot of people since coming here, both as Peter Parker, and as Spider-Man."

He opened the folder and spread out some photos. One was of Peter at U.A, the other was him in New York, wearing glasses and a vest.

"The picture on the left is you, walking to U.A with your friends," He pointed to the second photo, "The picture on the right is you in New York, having a day out with your Aunt and Uncle. These two photos took place at the exact same time, according to their time stamps."

Sliding the photo toward him, Peter took a closer look at the picture of the other 'him' in New York. In all honesty, he expected that there was another Peter Parker in this universe. He was dealing with the multiverse after all, so it only made sense for him to have a doppelganger.

"I'm going to ask you the simplest question today," Naomasa leaned back in his chair, "Are you Peter Parker?"

He set the photo down and rested his hands on his lap, "Yes."

"Let me rephrase to be sure. Are you the real Peter Parker?"

"Yes."

"Define real for me."

"'Existing as a thing or occurring in fact; not imagined or supposed. Not an imitation or artificial; genuine.'"

After a moment of silence, Naomasa sighed in relief. It made him feel better knowing that this was in fact the real deal, and not some copy cat trying to steal the real thing's image. The only other reason he should worry is if he only thought he was Peter Parker. Either way, he was telling the truth from his perspective, and that was enough.

"Ok," He continued, "Do you know who the other Peter Parker is?"

Peter was silent; how was he supposed to answer that question without confusing him? The answer was yes, the other guy is also Peter Parker. If he continued speaking, it would all lead right back to the idea of the multiverse. At that point, they'll just assume Peter was crazy and throw him into a cell. There has to be a way he can twist this so he's still telling the truth, without revealing too much.

On the other side of the glass, Kendo was standing in the back and tapping her foot anxiously. She bit her lip as her finger tapped against her other arm. As confused as she was by Peter's answers, she wouldn't believe for a second that he was some kind of criminal, especially not after everything they've been through.

Her eyes drifted to the Detective standing next to her, the one they called 'Toshiyuki', or Toshi for short. He was the one with the truth quirk, the one making Peter cooperate. It was definitely more effective than torture, but it still made her uneasy.

"You think he's guilty?" One officer asked.

"I don't know," Another answered, "He seems nice, but they all do at first."

"I think he's guilty of something, why else would he keep being silent? I mean come on, it's so obvious."

"So, what do you think they should do?"

"What they do with every criminal, throw him behind bars and call it a day."

Kendo's voice suddenly rang out "Peter isn't a criminal," The officers looked at her, "He may seem shady, but all he's ever done is help people despite the consequences to his safety. Please stop seeing him as a criminal before you judge him."

The officers shrugged her off, not taking her seriously since she was still a teenager. It didn't matter what they thought; Peter Parker was a hero to her.

"I'll ask again," Naomasa persisted, "Do you know who the other Peter is? And if so, tell me."

"…It's a complicated answer," Peter finally spoke up, "If I tell you, you'll only get confused. That confusion will turn to suspicion, suspicion will turn to handcuffs."

"You're saying your guilty?"

"Of what, exactly?"

"…Ok, we'll get back to that one. Let's talk about the court case of Norman Osborn," He pulled out another file; it was his paperwork he signed to get into U.A, the day he met with Principle Nezu, along with other papers to go with it, "Osborns lawyer claimed you forged these papers. True or false?"

"False."

While not entirely the truth, there was a loophole that allowed him to answer that way. While it was under his influence, it was the reality stone that forged the papers out of thin air, and it was not directly his wish. Making them was sheer accident.

"Did someone else make these papers?"

"No."

"So, they're legitimate. These papers are not a forgery?"

'Dammit,' thought Peter, 'How am I suppose to loophole my way around that?'

"Peter. Are they a forgery? If you don't answer me, I'll just assume that they are."

He knew there was no way around it, not with the truth quirk still in effect, "…Yes."

Kendo was likely the most surprised out of everyone there. If they really were fake, that meant Peter never belonged at U.A in the first place. What other secrets had he been keeping from her, she wondered. Considering this was Peter, she wanted to believe that he had a good reason.

"Why did you forge your way into U.A? You said to keep you safe from villains? Are you in hiding?"

"Not …not exactly but …"

"What other reasons did you have?"

"…I thought that I could use the school's resources to help me combat any villains that came my way."

He crossed his arms, thinking about such a motivation, "I suppose that makes sense. The school does have the support lab, a lot of tech you could work with. So …you're what? Undercover?"

Silent again, and that made Toshiyuki mad.

"He's still resisting," Toshi said, "Permission to increase my quirks intensity?"

"Granted," An officer said, as Toshi proceeded to focus his power to a higher level.

Suddenly, Peter felt a grip in his chest, as if something was pushing and pulling on his insides simultaneously. If he didn't say something, there was a good chance he was going to vomit, "Agh…y-yes, technically speaking yes."

"Did someone hire you?"

Peter struggled again, his face turning red from the resistance, "...n-no!" He gasped for air, realizing the quirk being used on him had clearly been turned up a few notches.

"Careful!" Kendo begged Toshi, "You're hurting him!"

"All he has to do is tell the truth and it'll be painless," He scolded.

"Why did you lie to everyone?" Naomasa asked.

"I didn't want to!" He exclaimed, "I was …"

"You were what, Peter?"

Seeing his resistance again, Toshi turned up the volume once more. Peter knew if he broke again, he would speak and be unable to stop. There was no way they would understand what he was talking about, not unless they were extremely empathetic. Gripping his chair, the handles crushed under his hands due to his super strength.

"Stop it!" Kendo demanded, "I said stop it!"

Reaching the peak of pain, Peter leaned over the table and vomited on the ground.

Naomasa stood up and told Toshi on the other side to stop. His influence ceased entirely as Naomasa went to Peters side, a hand on his back as he continued vomiting. When he finally stopped, a crew came in to clean up the mess, and Naomasa sat him back in the chair to catch his breath. His face was red, and he was crying from the stress his body had just undergone.

"I'm sorry, but that wouldn't have happened if you just told the truth," Naomasa looked to the glass, "We'll try again later, for now, get him to a cell. We can't let him leave until we get some answers."

Much to Kendo's protest, the officers entered the room and handcuffed Peters hands behind his back, dragging him out into the hallway. She tried to get to him, but the officers held her back.

"Let me through! I'm his friend!" She begged.

"Unless you also want to go in a cell, I suggest you calm down, miss."

She would have continued to argue if Peter hadn't given her a glance. His expression told her to let it go, and that everything would be ok. As much as she hated it, she had no choice but to trust him.

"I am sorry it came to that," Naomasa approached Kendo with a sympathetic look, "This is why we don't rely on quirks like Toshi's often. If pushed too far, it may start counting as torture. That isn't something we want to do, or we'd be just as bad as the criminals."

"Please, let me talk to Peter," She asked, "Let me see him before you put him back in that room."

"I can't, not yet," He said reluctantly, "We're going to wait until tomorrow morning to interrogate him again. You should get home for now and get some rest. If you want to come back tomorrow, I'll make sure to tell them to let you in. Please, go home and get some sleep."

The law was just that, as much as Kendo was hating it right now. She hadn't given him a verbal response, but her body language told him she agreed. Naomasa lead her out of the police station and watched as she began walking home with her arms crossed and her eyes pointed to the ground.

What else was Peter hiding, she wondered.

…

What started as a warehouse for business, slowly started to become a home.

Ever since retrieving the Infinity Gauntlet, Lumina and her allies had chosen to lay low while things cooled down. In that time, things around the warehouse where they were stationed had perked up thanks to her efforts. There were now carpets on the floor, curtains for the windows, and new lamps added for a comforting light. It had started to feel less like a base of operations and more like a home they had all shared.

The Infinity Gauntlet was kept in her office, locked away in a small safe for good measure. She had been at her desk, looking through records and evidence to try and figure out where the other stones may have been, without much progress. She tended to this task for at least a few hours a day, the rest was spent indulging in her independence or bonding with her co-workers, who she managed to find good friends in.

"Lumina! Quinten!" Shouted Otto from outside her office, "I got something to show you both!"

Putting her papers aside, Lumina stood up from her desk and left the office with the door locked behind her. Otto had been at his work desk, mashing away at the small laptop he had kept with him. Beck as he approached looked as though he just woke up from a nap, stretching his arm behind his head.

"Come, come, gather around children!" Otto proclaimed enthusiastically, "I have some good news to share with you!"

"Did he just call us children?" Beck asked.

"I think he just called us children," Lumina confirmed, "You're not that much older, you know. Like, three or four years tops."

"It was a joke, Lumina. I'm trying out jokes," Otto argued, "Just settle down you two."

"You're the only one jumping around with stars in your eyes."

"Alright, alright! Just listen," Otto turned his laptop around, showing an article for an auction taking place the following night, "To Lumina's request, I've been doing research on finding the stones, and I think I may have discovered where one is. According to this, the Mind Stone is being auctioned in a few days."

"The Mind Stone? Do they even know what it is they're selling?"

"I doubt it, which may work to our advantage. The issue is we don't have enough money between the three of us to legitimately bid. So, we can either decide to put ourselves out there and rob a bank, or …"

"Or we steal the damn thing," Lumina concluded, "That may be tough. I'm sure that auction is going to be heavily crowded, what are we supposed to do about that?"

"We're going to have to do this with stealth. Beck, your illusion gear might be exactly what we need to pull this off, but we have to plan it carefully. We can't just pop in there with the space stone, smack dab in the middle of a crowd, or we'll be caught too easily."

"I'll start getting my stuff together," beck said, taking off with another yawn and leaving the other two alone.

As Otto started working at his laptop, Lumina's eyes traveled to the retracted metal arms on his back. The only memory that came to mind was when he fought Spider-Man during their heist for the gauntlet. He could have killed him, even threatened to do so before they had taken off. She ignored having this conversation for some time as she didn't want to make things awkward. However, it couldn't be avoided anymore, especially if they were getting back to work.

"Would you have done it?" Lumina asked, "When we last fought Peter, and you threatened to kill him, would you have done it?"

Otto stopped his work and turned around, leaning against the table with all his supplies and tools, "Why are you only asking now?"

"I was afraid to, I didn't know what your answer would be."

Nodding his head, Otto crossed his arms tightly, "Once upon a time, yes, I would have. I used to have my own company, Octavius Industries. I was on the verge of creating the latest technology, my most recent feat being high-tech prosthetic limbs. But just when I was getting to the top of my game, Oscorp Industries overshadowed me. They stole all my ideas and forced me to shut everything down," A poison entered his voice, more for Norman than his company, "He was jealous of my work, and that drove me to fight back. I decided I needed to do better than him, I needed to go beyond the human needs. So, I created the arms you see on my back, to show the world I was better than him."

"But they changed you, didn't they?"

"A neural interface is what I use. The early prototype caused my personality to shift and change. It's what made me, by your personal definition, a villain. After spending time away from my technology in prison, I eventually got out and improved upon the prototype. I can assure you, that killing instinct is gone."

"Is it?" She questioned, "I saw the way you looked at Peter when you made that threat. You looked like you were going to do it."

"Looks can be deceiving, Lumina. You of all people should know that," he stepped forward, "Beck may not have looked into you, but I have. I was smart enough to learn your real name."

"…My fault for showing you my face, huh?"

"And, with that information, I can guess why you're really doing all this."

"Get to the point, Otto."

"We've all done things we regret, and now we're trying to make amends."

Beck returned with a box of his own technology, abruptly placing it on the table next to Otto. Inside was a large amount of special effects gear and varies tech he had built since becoming Mysterio, "Everything you should need. So, what's our plan gonna be?"

"Lumina?" Otto asked, "It's your call."

She kept her gaze on him for another moment, examining the words he had given here in great detail. While he reassured her that he was not the 'villain' he used to be, there was yet to be proof of such claims. The only way to be sure was to see how he acts in the field.

"I wanna check up on Peter first. He's been a helpful source of finding the stones. We should see what he's up to."

Lumina began pulling up a security program, showing camera footage of many different places. Some were at the school, others the streets. One caught her eye all of a sudden, footage of Peter being brought into the interrogation room, where the camera was strangely off.

"Oh my god …Peter's at the police station," Said Lumina, "I …I think he got arrested."

"So? That means no trouble for us," Otto reminded her.

"You don't understand. They could get him to tell them about the stones. We know Peter has two of them, and they could belong to the police if they investigate it."

"…Damn, what do we do then?"

She paced back and forth in front of the lap top, completely forgetting about the auction heist. If the police dug deep enough, the stones would surely belong to them in no time. That wasn't a risk she could take, considering the trouble they went through just to get the stones back.

It took time, but she finally came to a solution.

…

The sun had just risen over the police station, and working hours had finally begun. Peter had spent the entire night in a cell, thankfully in a bed with actual blankets and a pillow; Naomasa made sure of that. After what happened in the interrogation room the night before, he knew it was only a matter of time before the truth came out. Should he just be honest with them? The issue with it is that the part they may not believe is the multiverse. The idea of going undercover for the Avengers to find the stones before villains do, that may be believable. The concept of being from another universe? That will get him into a straitjacket.

He could have asked the night-guard to let him have a phone call, but he was too afraid to speak to his aunt and foster family after everything that went down. Izuku was scared of this stuff happening, he said so himself at the infirmary. Peter could only imagine what he would say now that he's essentially been arrested. The worst part; he was most definitely guilty.

And tired, he was so very tired.

Peter had been fighting so very hard these past weeks to find the stones, keep his friends and family safe, and stay out of any trouble. At this point, he was so worn out and tired that a prison bed was actually extremely comfortable. Not just physically, but emotionally he was drained of most of his energy. The only thing keeping him going now was his will.

The door to his cell opened with a creek, an officer was there to greet him, "Let's go, kid," He said, "Toshi wants to get this thing started."

"Already?" Peter asked, "It's only 7am."

"Early bird, and all that. Come on."

It wasn't as though he could protest, so he stood from the bed and followed the officer into the halls, eventually letting him into the interrogation room to wait for someone else to show up.

He must have been waiting at least 15 minutes in that chair before the door finally opened up. He had expected to see Naomasa come in like he had yesterday, but instead it was a different man. He was tall and his hair was bleach white. The tux he wore was tan and his tie was colored red, though despite the nice colors, his face gave a different message. The expression he showed was stern and serious; this guy wasn't planning on messing around.

"Good morning, Mr. Parker. My name is Toshiyuki, and I'll be handling your interrogation today."

Without any movements, Toshi's eye color suddenly changed white for both sockets. It was somewhat startling to Peter, but he knew there was some sort of reason. A theory entered his mind, and he decided he would test it.
Just before Toshi could speak, Peter lifted his finger and gave him the 'wait' gesture. A small pause took place between them before Peter finally said "I used to be afraid of spiders until I got my powers. Now I sometimes think about getting a pet spider and naming it 'Spidey Junior'."

Suspicions confirmed.

Toshi was rather confused, but knew he was playing at something. Peter sat back in his chair and said "So you're the guy. The one with the Truth Quirk."

Toshi grinned, relaxing his hands over the files he had brought in with him, "You're good, kid. I'll give you that. But I'm good too."

"Why are you interrogating me and not Naomasa?"

Toshi was silent, a curious move.

"Not gonna say?" Peter asked, "Are you afraid of me?"

"I'm not," He said sternly, "I'm interrogating you because I don't trust Naomasa to get the job done. He treats you with mercy, but we both know your guilty, brat."

The last word he spoke made him flinch. Another suspicion of Peter's was confirmed after edging him on. His quirk, the one that made people tell the truth, worked both ways when in effect.

"Let's get this started, Mr. Parker," Toshi began, "Naomasa's last question last night, he asked why you lied to everyone. Would you care to elaborate on what you lied about and why?"

Part of that was something they had already gotten out of him. Now that he was dealing directly with the man himself, he had to be extra careful, "I lied about my records that let me into U.A. They were forged."

"You said before you didn't want to lie. You said you were … 'blank'. How were you planning to finish that sentence?"

No answer, only a glance toward the table in defiance.

"Why did you lie to everyone? What are you planning?"

Now his head perked up in confusion, "Planning? What do you mean by 'planning'?"

"Answer the question."

"Elaborate so I can."

The kid was good, Toshi understood that. He was figuring out tricks to get around his quirk, making him have to think harder about getting through his deception, "I believe you forged your way into the school because you were planning something villainous. True or false?"

"False," he said sternly, "And you know I'm telling the truth."

"Maybe you just don't see it as villainous. Were you planning to break the law? Remember, no answer is worse than the truth."

"…I wasn't sure. I didn't know if I had to break any laws."

"What were you planning?"

"I'm not a villain!"

In his anger, Toshi intensified his quirk and forced his influence on Peter. The boys stomach churned and groaned from the pain of resisting his power, showing by the red on his face.

"What were you planning?"

"… To …find the stones!" He grunted.

"The stones used in the Gauntlet; the one Norman Osborn was using. Were you working with him?"

"No!"

"Then you had your own vendetta."

"Yes -no! Not in that way! I wasn't planning to do anything villainous!"

His quirk intensified once again, "Why did you lie to everyone?!"

Peter did his best to resist the influence. Instead of just irritation and stomach pains, now he found that a drop of blood had dripped out of his nose and onto the table. His power had begun to take a toll on his body that he couldn't handle forever. Gripping the edge of the table, the metal crushed in his hands and left a dent in the shape of his grasp.

"Doesn't this count as torture?!" Peter exclaimed in pain.

"With criminals like you, we need to do whatever necessary!"

It wasn't until he had said that that Peter noticed one detail that was different about the room in comparison to yesterday. The blinking red light of the camera that was once so obvious had stopped blinking entirely. The only answer was that they weren't recording this session.

The back and forth continued for a few minutes, the pain taking a more physical toll on Peter as time went on. In the back room behind the mirror, officers were watching, only a few wonderings whether or not he should be stopped. The door to that room opened, and another officer led Itsuka Kendo inside to watch. Upon seeing what was being done to Peter, she ran up to the glass in utter horror.

"The hell is he doing?!" Kendo demanded of the officers, "He's gonna kill him!"

"We have it under control, miss," An officer said.

"Bullshit!" She shouted back at them, "Where's Naomasa?! He would tell you this is wrong! This is torture!"

"Miss, you need to settle down or we'll be forced to detain you."

The officers weren't going to lie about how they saw the situation, not with Toshi's quirk still in effect, "…You're gonna treat me like a criminal for protesting your methods?" Kendo was disgusted.

"Yes, we are. I suggest settling down and just watching. He'll show you that Parker is a criminal."

"He's not a-!"

A loud groan of pain came from the other room, where Peter was now standing up to try and keep his mouth shut. Toshi's quirk had intensified even further, and his nose was bleeding even more now, his eyes red with tears. She wanted to leave and rush into that room, but feared being brought down by the officers. Toshi stood now, trying to force his power onto Peter even further.

"Why did you lie to them?! To your friends?! What were you planning to do?!"

"I'm not a- agh!" Peter gasped for air, falling to his knees.

"To hell with this," Kendo stated as she ran past the officers and out of the room. Instead of going to the room Peter was in, she instead ran down the halls despite the officers calling out to her. The only thing on her mind was finding Detective Naomasa.

The power being thrown over Peter was now forcing thoughts into his mind, ones making his tears of sadness instead of pain.

"Why did you lie?!" Toshi asked again.

Peters mind was flooded with painful memories, anything that may have related to the question. His conscious started to relive those memories in painful detail; The night Uncle Ben died in his arms, bleeding from the chest and dripping onto Peter's arms. Every life he had failed to save since becoming Spider-Man. How he failed to keep Norman and Otto from becoming the criminals they were, and how Norman's wife was now dead because of him. His aunt was brought to this world and nearly killed because of his secrets, his friends in mortal danger due to his lies since arriving here. Lie after lie, wound after wound, the pain built up inside of him, making him want to vomit again as he screamed in torture.

Naomasa and Kendo broke down the door of the interrogation room, seeing just what was being done to the young hero, "Stop it!" Naomasa shouted as he tried to pull Toshi away, but he simply pushed him aside. When Kendo tried to move toward him, officers came up from behind, grabbing her and pinning her to the ground.

"Why did you lie to everyone?!" Toshi asked again.

"Stop it!" Kendo cried, "You're killing him!"

"Why did you lie?! Answer me!"

With a final scream of torment, Peter got to his feet and slammed his hands against the table, bending it in half and causing it to fall over, "Because I was afraid!" he cried and gasped for air as everyone froze to watch him, "I was scared and lonely because I was brought here against my will! I was torn from the people I looked to for protection and inspiration and thrown into a world where nothing makes any freaking sense!"

Peter tried to reclaim his breath but to no avail as he kept spouting words desperatly, " The Infinity Stones were stolen by Osborn and I have been working my god dam ass off to find them and make everything right! I lied my way into the school to keep myself safe and protected from my enemies because was so freaking scared!"

"…Peter-" Kendo tried to speak, but Peter only continued to vent.

"I wanted to protect everyone here, everyone at home, everyone I did and didn't know! I tried to protect my uncle and failed! I tried to protect my friends, my new family! They rely on me and I keep failing them because I'm trying to do this all on my own, and I can't tell the whole truth because no one would believe me!"

He cried harder now, two stained streaks of tears down his cheeks as his heart forced him to keep going, "No one would believe any of the crap I would say because I would only sound crazy! I lied and I lied and I tried to make everything right before anyone realized something was wrong! If I don't find those stones, people will die and it will be all my fault and I can't live with any more death! If I have to lose one more god damn person, I may just break both physically and mentally because for god sakes I am so freaking terrified!"

Peter was gasping desperately for air as everyone watched him shaking in pain. Upon realizing everything he had said, he fell to his knees and completely started bawling his eyes out, not holding anything back as he assumed, he had just lost everything he had worked for this last month. The trust of his friends and family, everything seemed to be gone now. All he could do now was cry as his heart rate only got faster. His verbal sadness was even enough to make the officers let Kendo go.

There wasn't an ounce of hesitation in her, she just got to her feet and leapt for Peter, wrapping her arms around him and holding his shivering body as tightly as she could, tears going down her own face and onto his back. It was only now Toshi finally turned his quirk off, backing into the corner. After a performance like that, under his quirks influence at the highest level, he knew for sure everything he said was the truth. Peter wasn't a villain after all, just a desperate kid trying to make amends.

Now, he actually felt sorry for him.

"I'm-I'm so sorry!" Peter gasped, unable to lift his arms and hug Kendo back, "I'm so sorry I lied to you! To everyone! I love all of you so much and you've given me everything in r-return! I couldn't lose that," His voice became lost in his tears, choking on his syllables too often to speak

"Peter …!" Kendo rubbed the back of his head, stroking her fingers through his hair, "I understand, Peter, I do! It's ok! I… I forgive you!" She cried harder now, unable to keep her tears from falling to the ground.

Naomasa turned to face Toshi in utter disappointment, "What the hell were you thinking pulling a stunt like this?! This may be how your precinct words, but not ours! Not ever!" he looked to the other officers, "And you! You did nothing to stop this! I'll be reporting to the chief about this, you better be sure of that!"

"I'm sorry," Toshi apologized, "I had assumed he was guilty and went all out. But it worked, didn't it?"

Naomasa, without any trace of fear, got into the taller mans face, "Get out, before I tell the chief of what you did here. Now!"

Without a word further, Toshi and the other officers stepped out of the room, leaving just him and the young crying heroes.

"Peter …" Naomasa leaned down to them, "You can't hold back anymore. You have to tell us everything."

It took him a minute to calm his crying down enough to actually form any words, "You'll think I'm crazy …," he sniffled, "hell, it sounds crazy no m-matter how you spin it."

"Clearly not, since you were shouting while under Toshiyuki's influence."

"Just because I know it's the t-truth, doesn't mean you w-won't think that I'm crazy. It's why I lied in the f-first place …"

"Peter, you have to give us a good reason for why you've done all this. Otherwise, you'll go on trial for forgery and other crimes. I know you don't want that."

"I know …if I'm going to do this, I want some Pro Heroes around to talk with. They should know what I've been up against."

"Alright. I'll call Nezu and get some together over here. Some like a deal?"

"…Yeah."

Peter's spider-sense started going off, though there was nothing around to suggest any danger, not until a portal opened out of nowhere, just behind Naomasa. Peter shouted for him to take cover, but it was too late when a metal arm came out of the portal and grabbed Naomasa, slamming him against the wall and knocking him out completely. Out of the portal came Otto Octavius with all four arms extended.
"Shit!" Kendo exclaimed, getting to her feet just as one of the metal arms grabbed her and slammed her against the ceiling. Repeating the action, Kendo was knocked out and dropped to the floor. Peter tried to stand up, but was grabbed by Otto before he made it all the way. The metal arms clenched around Peter's body tightly, making no room for an escape attempt.

"Hello, Parker," Otto greeted, "Lumina has business with you."

One of the other metal arms opened and released a purple gas into Peters face. Though he tried fighting it, he eventually passed out in his grip. When Otto heard officers coming their way, he slammed the door shut and used one of his arms built in lasers to melt it closed. With no more interference, he took Peter and walked straight through the portal, which closed once he was gone.

The officers finally broke the door down and checked on the victims of the attack. One managed to lift Kendo's to her knee's just as she regained consciousness.

"What …happened?" She asked, looking around in horror, "Oh god …where's Peter?!"

…

Peter was dropped to the ground in the warehouse, just finally regaining consciousness. His vision was blurry, but he was able to make out the details. He was in a strange warehouse, detailed to look like a large living room. To his left was Quinten Beck, also known as Mysterio, standing there with his arms crossed. Behind him was Otto, metal arms now retracted.

The woman right in front of him was none other than Lumina herself, standing tall in her usual bright white and yellow armor.

"Hi, Peter," She greeted, "Good to see you again."