Seeing where he was and who was in his company, Peter played things slowly as he stood on his feet. He was still weak from the interrogation, so fighting his way out wasn't the best option right now. Examining their body language, only Otto's was really threatening. Lumina like always held a body posture that was welcoming and approachable. Quinten Becks was more casual, you didn't need to approach him but you could if you wanted.

"Lumina …" Peter spoke weakly, "Where the hell am I?'

"Safe," She spoke with care and concern in seeing the state he was in, "What did they do to you in there?"

She tried to approach him and examine his body for any wounds, but he stepped back from her, only to bump right into Otto, "Why did you take me here?!" Peter demanded an answer.

Stepping back, Lumina straightened her back and spoke, "You were ready to tell them everything, and we can't let you do that. If you tell them about the multiverse, whether they believe you or not, it'll lead right back to us and compromise our search for the stones. That aside …" She paused, crossing her arms, "I was worried they would arrest you or something."

"Worried?" he questioned, "Worried?!"

"Please don't go where I think you're about to."

"You mean about how you're a criminal and the last time we met-" He points to Otto, "-This guy nearly killed me!"

"I saved your life!" She argued, "When Norman had you on the ropes, I protected you! I saw to your safety regardless of the consequences! Why won't you realize I'm not the bad guy?!"

"Because you run around with a mask, stealing stones underneath peoples noses for your own gain!"

"Literally what you're doing!"

"I'm not doing it for selfish gain!"

"I'm not doing it for selfish-" Lumina stopped herself, taking a deep breath and letting her heartrate slow. Arguing with him wasn't getting them anywhere, he was far too stubborn with that Parker Pride, "Forget it. We have other things to focus on. We know two of the stones are in your possession."

"I'm not telling you where they are."

"That's a bridge we'll cross later," She looked up at Otto, "We need to keep him restrained so he doesn't cause any trouble. Take him somewhere he can cool down, we'll talk to him again later."

Otto nodded and wrapped one of his metal arms around Peter's body. He was too weak to fight back as he carried him into another room, glaring at Lumina until she was out of sight.

Otto lazily tosses Peter into a spare room and watched him roll onto his knees. The room had no windows, only a strong metal door between him and freedom. It was filled with boxes, chairs and other storage items that left him very little room to move around.

When Otto tried to leave, Peter got to his feet and shouted "We used to be friends!"

This made Otto stop, but not bother to turn around.

"You were a brilliant inventor," Peter reminded him, "I wanted to be just like you. You were everything I ever wanted to be! Smart, successful-!"

"Successful?!" Otto turned around aggressively, "The moment I started being successful was the same moment Oscorp ran me into the ground! All I want is to get back what I lost," Sighing, he retracted his metal arms, "Peter, don't you understand by now? We don't want to be bad guys anymore."

He left him with nothing else and shut the door behind him, locking it tightly. It was strange; for so long, Peter has seen Otto and Beck, even Lumina as the criminals he is here to stop. With Osborn behind bars, they were the remains of his schemes. Yet, everything he heard and saw portrayed them as something else he didn't understand. It was as though they were stepping into the grew area.

He hated fighting grey areas.

…

Kendo sat herself on the steps leading into the police station, holding her knees close to her chest. She was still in shock after what had just occurred. Peter had been taken right out of her grasp and she was powerless to stop them. They were right in the heart of the police station, and no one could do anything to stop it.

She could have, if she had just been stronger.

Her phone started vibrating in sequences, one alert after another attacking the phone. For the first few minutes she had just ignored the messages with a fixed glance at her own feet. They continued to persist through her stubbornness, and eventually she gave in and looked at them.

They were messages from several of her friends, specifically those connected to Peter. She didn't talk with most of them that much, but Peter had given her number to them in case they needed to stay connected for whatever reason. The first text was Mina saying 'Is he out of the cell yet?! Text back ASAP!' And several other messages from her of the same subject. Momo also texted 'Make sure Peter is ok in there, I'm worried about him.'

It hurt just how she failed to meet her request.

The last was from Izuku, asking when she thinks Peter will be coming home. What was she supposed to tell him? How could she tell him that he was gone? Izuku was his roommate, he of all people will want to know what happened, and word is going to get out eventually.

Her thumb slid into the call options, and she looked into her contacts. Three possible options to call, but who was she supposed to tell first?

"Itsuka Kendo," Naomasa called to her as he left the police station entrance, holding an ice pack on the side of his head, "How are you holding up?"

"I'm ok, thank you, how about you?" She asked.

"Small concussion but I'll be alright. What are you doing out here?"

She lifted her phone up and down for emphasis, "Trying to figure out who to call first. My friends are going to want to know what happened."

His expression wasn't a very supportive one. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he leaned on the walls of the building and looked up at the sky, "I came out here to talk to you about that, actually. What happened to Peter is horrible, but with everything that's been going on since the attack at the USJ, the chief thinks that it's best to keep this quiet for now."

Immediately she jumped to her feet, disapproving of his words, "Excuse me?!"

"Kendo, I know that upsets you, but hear me out. We don't want to cause panic at the school, not with the internships coming up soon. Your friends should be allowed to focus on that big step in their lives."

"What about me?! I have to live with this alone?! Knowing that I couldn't save my friend?!"

"I know, Kendo, I know this isn't fair. The police will do everything they can to find Peter. We'll get a few Pro's on it as well, cover as much ground as possible."

"You know Peter isn't a criminal, right? You're going to bring him right home, aren't you?"

Naomasa lost his words, trying to find the right thing to say. While he knows that Peter meant well no matter what he did, whether or not he was to be criminalized was still up in the air, "Itsuka … Peter not only forged documents to get into U.A, but continued to topple lies on one another. He'll have to face charges in court for those things regardless of a good moral compass or not."

She could barely even look at him after hearing what he had just said. Peter may have lied, but he said it was because he felt he had no choice. Whatever else he is hiding, he clearly wanted to talk about it but felt he would sound insane.

Kendo got to her feet and started walking away, not even responding to what Naomasa had told her. The real criminals were out there somewhere, and they were still treating him like he needed to be locked up. It wasn't fair in any way, not to her or Peter.

As she continued walking, she passed by a shop window full of TV's. They were playing news reports from different channels on each one. She just stood there and watched them for a while, wanting to see if they would mention anything about the assassination attempt yesterday, about Takeshi or Nightmare, or even about Peter's kidnapping. There was nothing, not a word about any of the recent events. They really were trying to keep things quiet rather than tell the truth.

On one of the TV's, they talked about an auction coming up, held at the local 'Azure Auction House'. They displayed many of the items being sold there, all lined up and kept in protective glass casings. One of the items actually caught her eye, looking rather familiar to something she had seen before.

The fourth item to be showcased was a blue stone, glowing within its casing. The outer layer held a very special appearance that made it look as though a whole universe was inside. Besides the color, it looked exactly like the red stone she had picked up weeks before, and the purple one she saw Norman Osborn use. Could that have been one of the stones Peter had been looking for? It had to be; the similarities were too obvious.

Peter was gone, taken by villains to a place unknown. Sitting around and pouting was only going to drive her crazy. If she were him, she would take this newscast as a sign. Even if she wasn't sure, someone had to act in his absence.

She's already damned the rules to hell, she might as well commit.

…

May's phone went to voicemail once again, the calling ID of Peter shorting out for a fifth time in the last few hours. This was something she was used to with Peter, he would always be out as Spider-Man and never answer his phone. In this case, she assumed the police simply wouldn't let him take any calls, but that didn't make her feel any better. Him being Spider-Man never made her feel better, no matter how proud of him she was.

She sat on the couch of the Midoryia household, staring at her phone's battery percentage reaching a low state. The only thing she had been doing all morning was try and call him. All she ever does is worry.

"May," Inko approached and sat down next to her, putting a hand on hers, "Peter will be ok. He's a strong boy."

"I know," May said, "He always has been strong. The problem is that I'm not."

"But you are! You raised a boy like him and made him into an incredible man. It takes strength to do something like that."

"Then why don't I have faith in him? If I raised him right, why am I not sure if he will be ok? I may have fed him, kept a roof over his head, but making him who he is? That was all Ben."

"Ben …your husband, right?"

"Yes. He's been dead for some time now, but he still impacts us. He taught Peter right from wrong, he helped him with bullies, with his homework, with girl problems. All I ever did was provide the physical, Ben was better at making him into a man," She sighed, "He made him into Spider-Man."

"So, did you," She reminded her, "You cared for him, you gave him love and confidence. We both know Bens passing ignited the flame inside of Peter, but you are what kept it going. You are what he fights for every day, you're his reason for coming home. You may just be his Aunt, but you're still his family. You've done the best you could have to be a mother for him."

May smiled, "I suppose so, but it doesn't stop me from worrying."

"Believe me, I understand that. I worry about my little Izuku every day. Part of me doesn't even want him going to that school, but to rather just stay home with me. Despite that, I am so proud of him and everything he's become, just as I know you're proud of Peter despite what he faces."

Ever since he became Spider-Man, May had honestly hated the name. She hated how he could end up not coming home one day, and called his antics 'stupid' and 'immature' at first. As time went on, however, she began to see how much people relied on him, how many lives he had saved since donning the mask. Whether she was ok with it or not, she knew that people needed him, maybe more than she did.

"Peter will be home soon," Inko smiled, "Just have faith."

May nodded, resting her phone on her lap, "Alright."

…

Peter paced around the dark storage room, shaking his hands as if trying to dry them. However, it wasn't water that was coming off, rather blood. His knuckles were bruised, and the only matching evidence to them were the dents in the metal door that prevented him from reaching freedom. It was clear he had been at this for a while. Even if he had his web shooters, which were confiscated by the police, there wouldn't be much else he could do.

Taking a deep breath, he got into a fighting position again and held his hands up. With a flurry of power, he struck at the door straight into its center, adding to the dents he had been creating. Once the rush ended, he backed off and shook his hands again from the pain. He bent his back forward and held them close to his stomach, using his shirt to wipe off the blood and pressure the wounds.

"You gotta quite doing that," Quinten Beck's muffled voice said from the doors parallel side.

"Ah, Beck. Master of illusions himself. Wrecker of sanity. Destroyer of perfectly good FX careers," Peter mocked.

"Can't you go two seconds without cracking a joke?"

"With you and the other comic book washouts? No," Peter looked around the boxes, seeing if there was anything he could use, "Are you guarding me? Can you even see out of that fishbowl you call a helmet?"

"It creates mystery! And stop calling it a fishbowl!"

"You totally use a fish bowl, don't you?"

He opened one of the boxes and looked inside. All he could find were scraps of metal and bolts; building materials likely used for this place. Rummaging through them made quite a bit of noise that didn't go unnoticed.

"Are- are you looking in the boxes?" Beck asked.

"Why? Does it bother you?"

"You aren't gonna find anything useful."

"Is that what you told yourself when you chose a fishbowl?"

Becks hands slammed against the wall on his side, "Dammit, Parker! You don't understand what's going on here. Otto and I; we want a fresh start. The stones can give us what we need. Otto and I don't even need all of them, just reality and power to give us a fresh start in this world, that's all. We aren't the villains, anymore."

Peter stopped pushing around objects in the box and listened, leaning his body against the wooden crates, "And what about Lumina? What does she want?"

Beck was silent, but not because he didn't want to say, rather because he had nothing he could say. Lumina's motives have always been shrouded in mystery, but he always assumed she was driven by pain. Whether she too only needed a few stones, or all of them was still unknown. After everything they've been through, however, he was willing to trust her.

"Nothing, huh?" Peter sighed, walking over and leaning against the door, "Figures. Always full of secrets."

"So are you," Beck reminded him, "You run around in spandex and a mask so you don't have to answer to anyone. How is that different from me?"

"I don't wear a fishbowl."

Beck scoffed, "…'Course."

It was quiet between them. Both knew they had nothing but time on their hands until Lumina said otherwise. So far, they've only spent it bickering and taunting one another. That isn't what Beck wanted, not anymore.

"…You know how I became Mysterio?"

"You got really mad at a fish."

"No! No, I …I felt undermined at my job. Being a special effects guy for movies and stage plays, no one see's you. They only see whoever's acting in it, directing, and maybe writing it. No one gave a damn about me. All I wanted was to get people to see me."

"And you fought illusions in public to look like a hero, I remember."

"Then you stopped me and made me look like a criminal. People saw that and decided that's who I was. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't change anyone's minds. I just decided to go with it, because even if they saw me as a criminal …at least they could see me."

Peter didn't have any more quips to throw at him, only listening with his brows raising and lowering as he went on, "You'd rather have people see you as a criminal than not at all?"

"Yes, honestly. I was so tired of being invisible. Do you know what that feels like?"

He didn't want to answer him. Not because he disagreed, but rather because he knew exactly what that felt like. Agreeing with him erases the idea of there being no grey area, and it's a lot easier to fight the bad guys if it's black and white. It made him think of something Mei had once told him while they worked in the lab.

"Meh, not a lot of people usually hang out with me, and I don't really care. People are too complicated. Not like you though! You're pretty simple!"

He raised his other brow now, trying to understand if that was an insult or not, "Simple?" He questioned.

"Yeah! For you, good is good, bad is bad, simple! Easy to understand."

He always told himself he saw the world that way because it was easier to take out bad guys that way. However, many of his villains have good reasons for doing what they do, just like he does. That's why fighting villains like Otto or Norman hurt so much, like taking down a fallen hero. His pride just wouldn't let him see the other side of things.

The other side, where Beck was.

"Quinten," Lumina approached the door where he stood guard, "Let me see him."

Peter jumped to his feet and sat himself on one of the boxes. He thought about fighting her once she came in, but she could easily blind him with her Light Quirk. A frontal assault wouldn't do him any good.

Lumina came in, wearing her protective armor over her body. It was still impossible to tell who she was under that mask, or even what she really sounded like with how she disguised her voice. Much like him, she hid herself so she didn't have to answer for her actions.

"Are you calm, now?" She asked, looking at his bruised knuckles, "You wear yourself down yet?"

"Yes, mom, I did. Can I go play outside with the other kids now?" He mocked.

"I know you aren't happy about this. Who would be, right? But we did this because we didn't want you telling them about the multiverse."

"I doubt they would even believe me."

"Maybe, maybe not. In any case, I did you a favor. And now, you owe me."

"I owe you?! Is that why you did this?" He laughed, "Wait a second, I get it now. I'm the only one who knows where the Power and Reality stone are. Those are the ones that Otto and Quinten need for their 'fresh start'," He made air quote signs with his fingers, "And what about you? What the hell do you want with the stones?"

"That's doesn't matter, Peter."

"Yeah, and I'm the freaking symbol of peace. If it didn't matter, why are you doing it?"

After a pause between them, Lumina leaned against the wall and held her fingers together, pressing her palms against each other, "I may not need all the stones. Like Otto and Beck, I may only need two or three."

"The stones will destroy you!" Peter shouted, dropping his joking attitude, "Even if you get what you want, that power will corrupt you! Whatever you gain, you'll lose yourself in the process!"

"I don't care!" Lumina shouted back, "I'm doing what I feel is right, Peter! You of all people should understand that!"

"I do! I'd understand more if you told me what you wanted!"

He was right, and she knew it, and she wanted so badly for him to understand. If he did, maybe he would side with her, maybe he wouldn't. Either way, she cared enough about him that seeing him like this only broke her heart.

"I lost people, Peter, just like everyone else. I lost them and it was unfair. If I had the Power, Soul and Reality stones, I could bring them back with a snap of my fingers," She snapped for emphasis, "As I learned what the other stones could do, I realized what my purpose was. With the time stone, I could see the future and prevent any catastrophic events. With the space stone, I could be anywhere in a flash, anywhere I needed to be. Using the Mind stone, I could connect people in ways no one ever could. I could read peoples minds and identify a criminal before they knew I was coming. I can be a better protector than the so called 'Pro Heroes' people see as celebrities."

She was passionate about this, he could tell. While what she said sounded promising, even perfect, there were still flaws she wasn't seeing, "Lumina, that all sounds nice, but that power will get to you. Controlling all of life and death, seeing the future? The reason anything matters is because it eventually goes away. People die, but their deaths make us who we are. What would we have to look forward to if we could control time? How could we appreciate our world if we are always bending reality to change it? The stones go against everything that makes being human so wonderful."

"What about the people who are murdered?" Lumina asked, "It's ok to let them stay dead before they could live their lives in full? It's ok to let catastrophic events come our way before we can prevent them? Wouldn't you want to save your uncle?!"

That was what broke him.

He would want to save his Uncle. It's something he thinks about every day since arriving here, 'what if he used the stones to fix everything'? It was always so temping to think about, even making him excited about the possibility. Each time he thought of it, though, something else always came to mind.

"…With great power, comes great responsibility," Peter said quietly, only loud enough for her to hear, "If you have all that power, then you should realize where you can and can't meddle. Bending the laws of physics, even if you think it's right, it's not. Those stones …they will change you into something you are not, I've seen it. Everyone who uses their power ends up with the power using them. No matter how good your intentions are, no matter how much power you have, you are only human. You have limits; limits you don't see with power like that."

"You don't get it!" She shouted at him "I can fix this entire world! I can bring back people's loved ones! I could finally control life and death and make it fair again!"

"Life means nothing if it's fair!"

"I'll make it mean something! I'll have the power to do so! Unlike those 'Pro Heroes', I actually care about saving people! I could put away every criminal in the world with a thought!"

He paused staring her down in anger, "See? You don't even have them all yet, and already that power is getting to you."

It took her a moment to understand what he meant. The idea of the stones did drive her to heights she wasn't seeing yet. She says she wants to fix the world, but she's driven by her own pain. Her own needs are coming first whether she realizes it or not.

"You can't control the world just because you don't find it fair," Peter said, "And you shouldn't have to force it to change. You shouldn't put people away just because you don't like how their minds think, not without due process. Most of all, you can't control life and death. Death is what gives life meaning. You get those stones, they will destroy this version of yourself, and you'll be just like the last guy who used the Gauntlet; driven by power and anger, and a hunger for something you shouldn't have. I promise you it will never be enough."

He couldn't see it, but she was crying inside of her helmet. All she really wanted was to stop people from dying before their time, and bring back those who left without a choice, but was he right? Could controlling life and death really cause that many problems? Are there things she hasn't allowed herself to consider? She had spoken about controlling the worlds attributes, something beyond her original intent. Maybe he was making a point; maybe it really was getting to her.

The muffled hiccups finally broke through to Peter, as he realized she was crying inside that metal helmet. What he did next, he wasn't sure why, but he stood from the box and walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. She was shocked by this, but did nothing to stop him, not even hugging him back.

He was seeing the grey area.

"I know you mean well," He said, "You want to fix a world you think is broken. But the world will always be broken. With that power surging through you, nothing will ever really be perfect. Nothing was perfect for Norman, that's what destroyed him. If you keep doing this, it will destroy you too," he shed a tear, "There is so much of you that's good. I'd hate to lose that."

She wanted so badly to hug him back, to rip off her mask and vent everything she felt to him. However, she had set herself on this path, and she needed to see it through. Though, if he was right about anything, it's that she needed to be kept in check.

Stepping away from the hug, she immediately left the room and shut the door tightly, locking it afterword's. Instead of going back to her office or the main living room, she just leaned on the door and cried quietly, her hands shaking against the surface she leaned on.

"Lumina," Otto approached her, touching her shoulder gently. She hadn't hesitated to immediately rush into his arms and hug him tightly, crying through her voice modulator. Though rather surprised, he hugged her regardless and caressed her back.

"Oh dear, let's get this off before you ruin it," He slowly removed her mask to see what he thought was a beautiful face, stained with tears of torment, "What's wrong?"

"Peter …he …" She choked, "Otto, I need you to promise me something …promise me that once I give you and Otto what you want …once I get what I want …make sure I don't lose my way."

"What did Peter tell you?"

"What I needed to hear …I don't want those stones making me do things I shouldn't. I don't want to take things too far …you know?"

"I understand," he wiped her tears away, "How far can you go with …other things?"

She sniffled, raising a brow at him, "Like what?"

He held her closer by the hips, kissing her forehead with a smile on his face. She blushed immensely, looking down at the ground with wide eyes. She had these thoughts herself, but never really allowed her heart to fully feel them, nor did she think it would come up so soon. With everything going on, as much as she wanted to, she couldn't.

Slowly, she backed out of the hug and wiped her tears, "Otto …uh …I just …maybe now isn't the best time …for this."

"Right …of course," He said, a hint of sadness in his voice, "I understand. We should focus on our goal. The auction for the mind stone is tonight. We'll need all three of us there, which means no one can watch Peter."

"That's a risk we have to take."

…

The abandoned building had seen better work days. Tombstones men were being worked to the bone getting their drugs ready for what their boss was calling 'payday'. He had been planning this for quite a while, ever since he first arrived in this world. Tonight, was the night it would all come together, so most would assume he was rather happy right now. Unfortunately, there were still obstacles in his way.

Tombstone sat at his desk, tapping his finger against the wooden surface. His hired help, Nightmare, stood in the corner with his arms crossed. Both seemed to have been impatiently waiting for the other to speak. Most men recoiled when he made a threat, but Nightmare was different. He barely ever budged when he threatened to hurt him, or feed his remains to a dog pound. That was his favorite phrase out pf the bunch.

"So, Parker is missing?" Tombstone finally spoke first.

"I was going to kill him at the police station," Answered Nightmare, "But apparently Otto Octavius grabbed him before I could."

Tombs locked his fingers together and rested them on his chin, "Perhaps this is good. With Parker out of the way, we won't have to worry about his interference."

"Except Otto works with Lumina, and you said she's looking for the stones as well."

"This is true, except I'm not worried about Lumina. She may be able to threaten others with her …light, but not me. I'm indestructible, light doesn't blind my eyes. If there is any chance, she'll be at the auction tonight, I'll go myself so she'll be unable to succeed."

"Lumina is tougher than you think she is."

"And how do you know this?"

Nightmare stood from his position in the corner, and leaned his hands on the table, "She doesn't realize it yet, but her and I have …history. I know what she's capable of, so don't go underestimating her."

"Hm, I see …very well," He leaned back in his chair, "You and I will be going to the auction. Forget about curtesy, I'm tired of hiding in the shadows."

"You make too much noise, and Pro Heroes will come after us."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head," Tombstone laughed, "I have a plan laid out for that."

He didn't feel like arguing further with him, and backed off the desk, "Ok, fine. We break in and take it, sure. What exactly do you plan to do with the Mind Stone once you have it?"

A grin was plastered on his face when the stone was brought into the conversation, "The Mind stone enhances mental abilities. With it, I could access the thoughts and memories of anyone I choose. A single thought, and I could tell them to do and think whatever I please. I could manipulate the minds of this city to take my drugs. No one would be safe."

Nightmare had never questioned his methods before, but this was the first time he had, "You want to make people be addicted to your drugs?"

"By changing their brain chemistry, yes. The money coming in will be bigger than ever. Beyond that, no one would be safe from my influence."

"Why not just hypnotize people into giving you money?"

He laughed, "Where's the fun in that? No, I want to see them crawling back to my doorstep every day."

"…Right," Nightmare made for the door, "Whatever you say."

As he left, he pondered whether or not continuing this job was right. He killed people for a living, sure, but Tombstone was talking about forcing addictions on people, making them reliant on his drugs. Nightmare only killed people who deserved it, and those who take drugs willingly deserve it to him. Forcing that influence on innocents, that may be taking it too far.

It meant something if he thought it was too far.

…

The time gone by hadn't stopped Peter from searching through the seemingly endless boxes in the storage closet. Noises outside the door had since gone quiet, telling him he was all alone in the building. Lumina, Otto and Beck must have already gone to the auction, getting ready to take the stone for themselves. He also knew Tombstone was going to be there too. Both parties had very different motives.

Lumina believed the hero system was flawed. Heroes spent more time as celebrities than they did saving lives, and she thinks she can solve that by controlling life and death itself. Tombstone wants the stone for reasons he doesn't yet know, but considering it's Adrian, it can't be good. At least Lumina seemed to have good intentions, even if she was getting in over her head. There was no way she could control the stones power rather than being corrupted just like everyone else who's wielded them.

All Peter had found were electric powered tools that did no good to the door, and other pieces of scrap used to build the warehouse. There was a vent, but it was too small to crawl through. Running out of options, he pulled out his phone. Still no service, he wasn't stupid enough to try calling anyway.

Instead, he scrolled through the many new photo's he has taken since his arrival. Many were of him and his classmates. Specifically, they were of the day he and his class went to the arcade with Overcast. That was the most fun he had in quite a while. They were good memories to hold onto, one of his favorites being of him, Mina, Momo, and Izuku together, celebrating just after the laser tag game. Another was of him, Inko, Izuku and May just after moving her into the house. May, Inko and his friends, they were the reason for smiling every day.

They were his reason to fight.

Peter looked to the electric powered drill sitting next to him, a strange and crazy idea coming to mind all of a sudden. It was as if his super hero brain had been shut off, and his scientist mind had jumpstarted. Grabbing the drill, he tested it to see if it still worked. It spun at the pull of the trigger; the battery still had juice. He undid the bottom of it with a screwdriver he found in the boxes. Inside, he dumped a battery into his hand. It was large, fitting his entire palm. The back of the battery read 'Lithium-Ion Battery'.

"Lithium Ion…" He said aloud, looking between the battery and the door. Clenching it in his hand, he stood up and grabbed the screwdriver, rushing over to a box in the back of the room. Inside it he pulled out two items. One was a metal pole, and the other was duct tape. He sped walk back to the door and started taping the battery near the handle, biting off bits of tape with his teeth since he didn't have scissors. Once the batter was attached, he took the screwdriver and used his super strength to pierce it into the battery, leaving it there and moving it around to expose the inside.

He grabbed the metal pole at the end and pushed it against the ground. In his other hand was a piece of wood he took from the boxes, resting scraps of paper on top. Using his super strength, he scrapped the ground and created sparks that landed on the wood. Nothing happened, so he tried again and again. When nothing continued to happen, he got aggravated and scraped harder.

"Come on!" He shouted.

He scraped again and again, creating more sparks that landed on the wood. He continued this in a faster motion, leaving no time for the first set of sparks to land.

Finally, the battery caught fire.

"Yes!" he shouted, keeping his hand over the fire as not to put it out. It slowly grew as he ran around and added more paper to keep the fire going. Taking a handful of more paper, he slowly made his way over to the battery still taped to the wall, holding the fire underneath the battery. He honestly had no idea if this would even work. All he knew was that some Lithium Ion Batteries explode when exposed to too much heat.

He held the fire as closely as possible, squatting there for some time as he waited for something to happen. He couldn't let boredom get to him, he had to stay patient until the heat took effect.

His spider sense suddenly rang loud. With widened eyes, he leapt behind a box just as sparks flew from the battery. Suddenly it exploded against the door handle, launching off and falling just a yard away from it.

Peter stood from his hiding place and started at the battery, still on fire after the fact. He then approached the door slowly, pushing on the door as to check for results. He was happy to find it opened with ease; the handle of the door was completely blown off.

"I'm coming for you, Lumina," He said to himself, rushing out into the warehouse, and finding his way out of the building.