Peter walked through the streets of Gotham, still wearing the clothes. He felt pretty bad about stealing them, and he'd remembered where he'd taken them from so that once he got the money, he could put them back. He had thought about taking a picture or two for the local newspaper, but then thought better of it. He didn't want to steal a camera too.

He walked down the streets with hopelessness. A second later, his spidey senses went crazy. He looked around, trying to see where the danger was coming from. A second later, the building across the street went up in flames. Without thinking about it, Peter ran to the nearest alley, taking off the clothing and placing the gloves and mask on. He put the clothes behind the dumpster, and let out a rope and flung into the building. When he got there, he was definitely not expecting to see Otto Octavius, better known as Doctor Octopus.

"Whoa, what are you doing here?" Peter landed down on the ground in front of him.

"Hello, little spider..." Otto gave him a smirk. Out of nowhere, one of his arms sprang at Spiderman. He dodged, thanks to his spider sense, swinging the arm to hit Octavius. He staggered backward a little, but other than that, was unfazed. "Oh please, you're off your game."

His spider sense went off again, but before he could turn around, he felt talons grab his arms. He was lifted up before he even had the chance to do anything, and flown out of the building. He didn't need to turn around to know that it was the Vulture who had grabbed him. That much was obvious. Where he was taking him, now that was the true question.

Once he got to the harbor, he realized pretty quick. He was planning to drop him off into the ocean. Good thing Tony had reinstalled his parachute for him...

That was it! Why had he not thought of it before! He could contact Tony! Maybe Tony could figure this thing out. But at the moment, he needed a plan. Vulture let go, and he started plummeting. "KArrEn! DepLoy tHe ParAcHutE!" He shouted as he came closer and closer to the water.

"Right away sir." Karren responded. Not a second later, the parachute formed out of the webbing, slowing the fall as he slowly descended towards the harbor.

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Same Time as when this chapter began-

Dick Grayson, AKA Nightwing, was on patrol duty with Jason. Jason had tried to insist that he could do it alone, but Bruce had said he wanted Dick there to make sure he didn't kill anyone, which to be fair, was a pretty good argument. Now he was stuck watching Jason as he was cleaning his guns.

"You realize-"

"I'm not gonna shoot them in any vital organs." Jason frowned, cutting Dick off before he could finish his sentence. Before much else could be said, they saw a building explode. Without a word, both of them raced towards the building. Just as they got there, some sort of flying dude had lifted a kid in a red suit out, but there was still some other guy with a bunch of arms.

"I'll go after metal arms, you go make sure the kids safe." Dick whispered to Jason, who nodded. As Jason ran behind flying dude, Dick shot out towards the guy with the arms.

"Ah, a new contestant! What? Shield decided the Avengers weren't dangerous enough?" The man gave a cruel smirk.

"What's shield?" Dick asked, genuinely curious.

"Oh, so you aren't affiliated with the spies. Oh well, guess I'll have to kill you anyways." The man shrugged, one of his arms flying straight for him. Dick easily dodged, mocking a yawn.

"Honestly, that's the fourth 'I'm going to kill you' speech I've heard all week." Dick shook his head, throwing a bird-a-rang at the joint of the metallic thing, causing it to shut down. The guy looked pretty surprised, yet he surprised him with an arm from behind. "And it's only Tuesday!"

Nightwing was pretty well stuck between the arms. He wriggled around, but he couldn't get out. "No super-strength? All well..." The man flung him towards the wall, where he went straight through it.

"Don't need it." Dick coughed out, standing up again. He pulled out his escrima sticks. He charged at the man, who had been a bit surprised at the miraculous stamina he still had after being thrown out the wall. He jumped through the whole he'd made and ran straight for him. Then, just before one of his arms could grab him, he leaped onto his back, smashing the joints to the arms, thus making them utterly useless. He handcuffed the weird man before leaving him for the cops.

He made it to the top of a building before he put a finger to his ear. "Jason, where are you?" He asked.

"Little busy, Dick." Jason heaved, splashing noises coming through the intercom.

"Are you...swimming?" Nightwing asked, raising an eyebrow even though Jason couldn't see it.

"The jerk dropped him off in the harbor." Jason curtly explained, pushing through.

"Is he okay?" Dick asked, slightly concerned.

"Got to hand it to the kid, he's smart. Had a parachute that slowed his fall. He's still unconscious though, it didn't slow him much, but he's breathing." Jason explained.

"Good. Which side of the harbor are you on?" Dick asked.

"East side, by the cliffs." Jason explained.

"I'll go get batwing and pick you up, it's too rocky for an ambulance and medical staff won't get there in time." Dick frowned, hopping onto his motorcycle and heading for the nearest of the entrances to the cave.

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Jason finally pulled the kid in the red and blue web-designed suit up to the edge. "Dumb kid..." He muttered. This wasn't the first kid to leap unprepared into battle, most trying to impress Batman. However, he had to admit that the suit was cutting edge.

"You appear to have become unconscious. Pulse is low. Breathing regulations, normal." A mechanical voice sounded, startling Jason. He swiftly pulled out one of his pistols, sighing in relief as he realized it was just the kids suit, which Jason noticed was much better than he'd originally thought.

He looked up as he heard the familiar sound of the batwing soaring through the sky. It slowed to a stop, opening the hatch and throwing down a rope ladder. The kid began to move a little, which was a good sign. He threw the kid over his shoulder, climbing the ladder as quickly as he could.

When up at the top, Tim was flying, while Dick had laid out a cot. They placed him on it, and only seconds later, he bolted up, gasping. He felt his face, and with an obvious sigh of relief, noticed his mask was still on. Well, mostly. Jason had lifted it up to his nose to help his breathing, but he hadn't removed the whole thing so he wouldn't cause any added damage.

The kid pulled the mask down all the way, adjusting the fix over his eyes. "Who are you people?" He looked around. "Do you work for shield?"

"What the heck is shield and why are you the second person to ask that today?" Dick frowned, leaning against the wall.

"Wait, second person?" Jason asked, his helmet making his voice sound a little weird.

"Yeah, Mr. Metal Arms back there asked about him too." Dick glared.

"Doctor Octopus?" The kid widened his eyes.

"Who?" Dick blinked.

"Weird guy, four metal arms attached to his back...Usually walks on them to make himself taller, sound familiar?" The kid starred at them, probably frowning under his mask.

"Almost at the hospital." Tim's voice sounded from the cockpit.

"Hospital?" The kid's eyes widened in panic. "No, I can't go there! They'll take off the mask! The only people who even know are Mr. Stark and Ned! Well, that and probably shield, but that's not the point...They'll put me on the news for sure!" He jumped up.

"We're taking you to the hospital. Look, kid, you aren't the first person who's tried to go hero, and I'm sure you won't be the last, but you are going to that hospital and then I'm going to have a long talk with your parents." Dick glarred

"Good luck with that." The kid scoffed. "Anyways, I don't know who you people are, but I am not going to the hospital. I'm sure Mr. Stark's already out searching, and once he gets word that the Sinister Six are here, he'll come too. Oh man, am I never going to hear the end of this..."

"Sinister Six? Mr. Stark? Yeah, you're going to the hospital, and I might just recommend a psych evaluation too." Nightwing shook his head from side to side.

"Then you leave me no choice." The kid glanced at the window, seeming to smirk when he caught sight of buildings. With a smirk, he surprised the three former Robins by opening the hatch and leaping out. They thought he would die for sure this time, but he threw out some sort of white grappling hook that gripped onto a building, and went swinging across the lines.

"What in the world..." The swooped in, grabbing some of the leftover stuff that was hanging on the building.

"Is that...spider webbing?" Tim frowned, turning around from the controls.

"Sure looks like it." Jason shrugged.

"Tim, head back to the cave. We have some research to do." Dick rubbed his head slightly.