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Sunday morning

Yawn

Peter was yawning as he was walking on the streets of Hell's Kitchen, heading to the address that Shang-Chi gave him last night. Since he lived in Queens for most of his life, he had the address, write on a small piece of paper, on one hand and his phone on the other to see if his is heading in the right direction. He was also carrying a duffel bag that had all his Scarlet Spider gear. For some reason, Shang-Chi asked him to bring them with him today.

Last night, after the poison was fully flushed out of his system, Peter went home. Luck was in his side as he survived the poison and was not catch by his Aunt, since she was working a late shift. He can survive a million difference poison attacks and it will not compare to the wrath his aunt would unleash on him. That thought actual send chills down his spine.

"Your destination is to the left" Peter's phone said making him check the phone and paper again. The place was an old looking, yet simple two story red brick building. The building had a sign that read Nelson's Gym. Not something Peter expected for a secret ninja training facility, but you know what they say about judging a book by its cover. With a sigh, Peter crossed the street to head in.

Inside of Nelson's Gym

Peter just entered and his disbelief grew more.

Free weight machines covered the gym from wall to wall. There were an entrance to another room on other side of room. The smell of sweet was strong in the air, as well as the loud grunts of a man, clearly lifting more weights than he can handle. Tearing away from the noise, Peter was able to see two more men using a bench press. One was telling the other not to give up, while the other struggled under the weight he was benching. On the far wall was a man failing to hold a conversation with a woman that was running on the treadmill. All in all it was just a normal gym. Peter didn't know if he could ask someone there, because they didn't look to be a part of the Hand. Just your everyday gym patrons. As if answering to Peter's unspoken prayer, he heard someone calling to him.

"Hey, kid. Do you need help or something?" it was a voice of a man that was to the right of him. The man was behind a counter. He, by the looks, was in his late twenties, with both hair and eyes the same color, black. He also had a sweaty, forum fitting grey t-shirt on. On the counter, there was a half eaten salad, which Peter assumed he was eating. And if to prove of the gym scene, he was ripped, like a pro-footballer.

"Yeah, I'm supposed to meet someone here" answered Peter, still unsure if he was in the right location.

"Wait, you're Peter, right?" asked the man which peter responded with a nodded. "Matt, asked me to point you to the right direction, if I saw you. Ok, just head to the other room on the back. There you will see a staircase. Head upstairs and the first door on the left, that is where Matt is at." replied the man with him pointing to the back room.

"Thank you..ammm."

"Oh sorry, the name is Foggy Nelson." the now named man said, extending his right hand to Peter, which he shake it. As Peter ended the handshake, he noticed a flyer on the counter. It was a flyer to promote the gyms self defense classes. After reading the contents of the flyer, he had a idea.

Since Shang-Chi asked Peter to be trained, Peter has been unable to think of an excuse for his aunt. At first he thought of telling his aunt the true, but he quickly changed his mind as he knew that would be a bad idea. He then tried to think of some lies to cover him, but couldn't make one up that will be convincing enough to cover him when he arrive home with bruise. But by using this flyer, he can say he is taking self defense classes. Technically he wasn't lying to his aunt, so it was a win-win for him.

Taking a flyer and storing it in his packets, Peter turned and headed to where Matt.

Upstairs of the gym

Peter got to the door and knocked on it twice. Which he heard a "Enter," as a reply. He entered the room through the creaking door and was greeted with the sound of an old ceiling fan running on its last legs. The room was small, but it worked well as an office. There was a three person leather sofa face you were you enter the room with a portrait of some far away landscape hanging above it. To the right of the room was a desk with a computer on it. Above the desk, on the back wall, were some diplomas that were framed and hanged proudly. To the left of the desk was a bookcase filled with books and files. All in all the room looked like any other small office, almost like a P.I. office seen in Television.

"So you're Peter?" asked a man sitting behind the desk, as he got up to get a better look at Peter. The man was a twenty something white male, with brown hair. He had a full three piece suit on, all black with a white dress shirt, and a red tie. The only thing that was off was the red sun glasses the man was wearing, indoors.

"And you're the Matt, the Devil?" asked Peter suspiciously. The man just nodded and moved around his desk to be in front of Peter. He use said desk to support him as he leaned on it and crossed his arms in front of him.

As Matt got comfortable he asked Peter, "Did you bring all of your equipment?" Peter just grabbed the duffel bag strip that was over his shoulder and said yes.

"Good, Now hand it over." commended Matt as he extended his hand in front of Peter.

"Wait, What?" was all Peter was able to say before Matt said, " From this day forward your night time excursions are over, Peter Parker."

Holly molly, What is happening? Why is Matt, still, trying to stop Peter from becoming a bad-ass superhero? Find out next time, on Way of Spider!

Now for the note. Guys and Gals, I have been rewriting this chapter since the last update. The flow of the story, felt wrong when I read/ write it, for some reason. Don't get me wrong, I have BIG(HUUUGE) plans for this story. I'm talking about 5-7 story arcs for Peter alone. (HINT, HINT) Back to the dilemma, so I decided to break the chapter into two parts. And it works! The story flows better, and I now blame black magic for it working. So with this new revelation and been promoted to a level 7 black wizard, which I still don't know how that happen, I will now make my chapters shorter. I'm sorry of some of you guys and gals that don't like it, but with this I'll be able to upload a chapter more frequently. (Twice a month, I think)

So thanks for the support you guys.(817 views) Stay golden guys.