"Aunt May?" called out Peter as he entered the apartment. Nope, not home yet,, thought Peter when he heard no response. He headed to his room and started to toss out the contents of his backpack. Time to do homework. Normally, Peter wouldn't even be home, instead he would have been out patrolling as Spider-Man. But what he and Ned last talked about stayed on Peter's mind. Spider-Man had to lay low and let the media outlets be as they were; let bygones be bygones basically. Eventually they'd figure out that he had nothing to do with the murders or arson going on in Hell's Kitchen. Question was when and if afterwards, things would go back the way they were.

Upsetting as everything was, Peter had to learn to accept that being a superhero wasn't always glamorous. It was like two sides of a coin, one side would love heroes like the Avengers and Spider-Man, and the other would scorn them for even existing. The best example was Mr. Stark. After all he had done for the world, and all they could do was tear him down on the mistakes he had done, all of which were just his attempts to protect the world. What Quinn Sharpe had vocalized, about his loss, Peter understood about that. But things happened to people, real bad things, but no matter what, you don't take vengeance by trying to hurt innocent people. There was a difference, though – the hateful scientist was willing to kill innocent people to prove a point while Mr. Stark was forced to sacrifice losing people because of a mistake done in trying hard to keep the world safe. Intention made a huge difference.

Did any of these people even think about the difficulties superheroes faced on a day to day basis was something Peter wondered sometimes. They were human like them afterall – well, the exception being Thor and Vision. Mr. Stark almost died in saving everyone in the battle of New York during the invasion. All the while some highter authority had been willing to nuke New York City to prevent a global event.

People have come to just expect far too much from people with powers, that was Peter's conclusion. The irony was Mr. Stark, didn't even have super powers, he was just a brilliant inventor who was willing to step up to the plate. This was made Tony Stark of a hero than anyone else, a man vulnerable to the elements but willing to put his life on the line to save others. Sometimes, Peter didn't think Mr. Stark knew that about himself at all. Under all that bravado, Peter could see that Mr. Stark felt deeply about the lives lost, and it was likely the very reason why he had signed the Sokovia Accords.

Peter had learned about it at school, and he was divided on it. In some ways he was glad he hadn't signed up to be an Avenger because he wasn't ready for that kind of commitment. He trusted Mr. Stark, but beyond that, he didn't like the feeling of being controlled by someone he didn't know. This General Ross, that he had overheard Mr. Stark talk about with Happy once when Peter had arrived early for a Guardians Initiative meeting sounded like a bit of an asshat. So, while he admired Mr. Stark for his willingness to be held accountable, but the Accords, to Peter it just sounded like a tether to stop freedom of choice. So in some ways he understood why Captain America and the other Avengers decided not to sign it. It meant being ruled under the iron thumb of the government and following their orders, be it correct or not.

In honesty, Peter had thought Cap would have signed, but he it was likely after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. a few years ago that really changed the hero's view on authority. Hydra had infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D. for years, like a disease that slowly festered and eventually corrupted what should have been the first defense for threats. Then there was the In-humans situation that suddenly started spreading wide spread panic.

Today though, Peter was going to do the mature thing, lay low, and let the authorities handle it. It was tough doing that, but he promised his aunt May after what happened at Pharmax, he was going to be extra careful. In fact, Peter was lucky that she still even let him do his patrols. In some ways maybe not having him in the news today for saving those people on the bus was a good thing. Peter didn't want to stress his aunt out since he was already had a painted target on him.

The two weeks he was out of commission about the incident at Pharmax had given May more than a dozen white hairs, or so she claimed. But Peter didn't doubt there was truth to that. He'd almost died, and it was by a miracle of his self-healing that he had survived. Peter didn't really want to test his luck again. It was hard not to just head out there, it had become so routine, so the only way to keep him from doing so was to focus on homework. Usually he would have been busying himself with some challenges from the Guardians Initiative group chat, but things had been pretty quiet since Mr. Stark went dark due to some important talks with General Ross. Peter had to wondered if it did have something to do with theGuardians Initiative,, maybe the Ross guy wasn't too happy with his mentor's plans.

It was about six thirty when Peter received a call from his Aunt May.

"Peter, sorry, I won't be able to come home until later tonight, I need to work late. Will you be alright microwaving the food I left in the fridge for you?"

"Uh, yeah, that's great Aunt May. Don't worry about me, and don't work too hard."

"Thanks Peter. I larb you."

"Larb you too, May," said Peter with a smile as he hung up on his cell.

The reminder from his Aunt May about dinner made Peter realize he hadn't eaten since lunch. I guess too much distraction isn't a good thing, he thought ruefully when his stomach suddenly rumbled in hunger. He headed towards the kitchen and opened the fridge. Mmmm, leftover Thai! Larb you, May! It was one of his favorites, pad thai. Aunt May must have ordered extra for takeout, oh and shrimp chips on the side. No doubt a little extra the owner added on.

The incident at Pharmax had put May in a bad position, where she had to work late some days to make up the time she had taken off extra for staying by Peter's side when he was hurt. Peter let out an inward sighed. He seriously was such a troublemaker. There were times when he thought maybe if he wasn't around, his aunt May could live a better life. She wouldn't need to work so hard all the time.

The microwave beeped interrupting his gloomy thoughts. The sweet and spicy aroma of the rice noodles filled the apartment and Peter's not so awesome day felt just that little better. It was amazing how good food could change a person's mood. The shrimp crackers were also done as well in the toaster oven. Placing the food carefully on the coffee table in the living room, Peter sank into the sofa and switched on the television.

The main thing on TV, unsurprising to Peter, was about the bus with the bomb strapped on to it. While in most cases, there would interviews with the witnesses/passengers involved in the incident, the media outlets glossed over it and kept pushing how the New York Bomb Squad was pivotal in saving the passengers of the bus. Well, that part was true. If it hadn't been for them, Peter wouldn't have been able to diffuse the bomb.

Tired of seeing the same thing being pretty much reported on every channel, Peter flipped through the channels until he finally found an old movie that was playing; Back to the Future . A classic and quite mindless fun movie that if you put too much thought into it, it wouldn't make sense. Afterall, paradoxes in time travel had an astronomical effect.

Peter was barely into first half of the movie when suddenly a breaking news story interrupted it. Footage of a hospital building completely ablazed made him stop in mid bite on the shrimp cracker in his hand.

"We're here live in Hell's Kitchen at the Metro-General Hospital where a sudden fire has broken out in the facility. Fireman are having difficulty entering the building which seems to have multiple entries, including entire windows, being sealed off by sort of webbing," spoke a news woman. "Emergency dispatch has called in for helicopters to the rooftops to help with the evacuation process. Authorities have also arrived on scene and in search of the perpetrator Spider-Man."

Oh no, the guy who had started that fire at the old age home, he was back, thought Peter feeling disheartened. People were trapped in that hospital by that monster that people thought was Peter. But it wasn't just that, it was the struggle that Peter could see in the firemen as they tried to hack through this webbing. It wasn't normal and the most worrisome bit was that the fire was spreading fast. Peter, he had to do something . He had the ability, he could get in there. Swing in and out.

"There are people who can handle this. Let them." The words from Mr. Stark came at him again. This was different though. People would die if Peter didn't do something, the firemen, they newswoman said they couldn't get in. Karen would be able to help him scan for people and he would get them out. Peter, promise me you won't do anything to put your life at risk like that again. Aunt May was referring to the Pharmax incident. It had been bad… he had to admit he still had some nightmares about it, but in the end, Peter wouldn't have changed a thing he did. But he did promise his aunt that he wouldn't put himself in harms way again. But this… this was something he couldn't ignore. Peter wasn't a normal person, he had powers, and with it, he had a responsibility to use it to help people.

Sorry Aunt May,, he thought silently as he went and changed into his Spider-Man suit. Don't worry, though, I'll be careful, promise.


The scene at Metro-General Hospital was nothing short of horrific. Peter could feel the heat even from the opposite side of the building. The most disconcerting thing wasn't just the heat though, it was the so-called webbing that was described by the reporter earlier on TV. It didn't show the true extent of how much of the building was covered in it. It was a thin layer, characteristic of a spider's web, but it had a metallic sheen to it. How the heck did whoever caused this fire manage to cover the building with it?

"Karen, what is that stuff?"

"If you are referring to the webbing that is around the building, its components follow the similar composites of a spider's web, however, it also contains a metallic alloy in it."

"Is this the reason why people can't get out? The webbing, it solidifies?"

"That is correct, Peter."

"How solid is solid, Karen?"

"You would be able to break through it, but it will require much effort."

"Okay, that's good news, I guess. Um. What's the best way to get in there? Do you how bad the situation is now?"

"The source of the fire appears to be on the 11th floor, but secondary and tertiary ones have also been set. The fire has spread exponentially throughout the hospital's top floors."

God, this was really bad, thought Peter.

"Firemen have finally gained access to the lobby of the hospital, and emergency helicopters are on their way.

"Karen, which floor won't the firemen get to in time?"

"The people on the 11th floor is the most unlikely to be rescued in time."

"Are there any survivors on that floor?" asked Peter feeling sick to his stomach as he waited for the A.I.'s answer.

"There is a large number and they are in imminent danger. The fire is spreading rapidly and the structural integrity for the floor in general is not faring well. Peter, if you intend on entering the building, I would advise you against it. Not only are there cops in the area who are searching for a person of your description, but there is a 30 percent chance -"

"No no, thanks Karen, I think I'm good with statistics today. Just tell me the best way to get in there to help the people on the 11th," said Peter hurriedly. He didn't need the A.I. to tell him that going in a blazing building was a bad idea. Or that he could get shot again,, but this time by legit authorities, not a psychopath fixed on vengeance.

"The best entry would be the northside, but it is a very small entry point," said Karen.

"Thanks, Karen, appreciate it."

"No problem, Peter."

Now to get to the northside window, this is going to be hard,, thought Peter. There was a massive amount of coverage, every newscast was focused on the hospital. Peter just needed a small window of distraction so he could make it to the hospital side undetected.

And like that it came, though it wasn't something that Peter had hoped for. An explosion erupted on the east side hospital, causing debris to fall.

"Okay, here goes nothing," said Peter as he thwipped over to the building and crawled towards the northside window entrance Karen guided him to. To Peter's luck, this little tiny window hadn't been sealed off by metallic webs. But wow, Karen had not kidding about how small entry window was. Thankfully, Peter was small enough just to fit through it. Since all the coverage was focused at the otherside of the building, Peter was allowed to really swing in with full momentum. Once inside, Peter instantly felt the blazing heat and smoke.

"Karen, where are the survivors located?"

"There are several clusters, however, the largest one is ahead of you, approximately 400 meters, make a left," the A.I. said softly.

"Stupid question, Karen, but are the elevators by any chance working?"

"They are not. Those exists including the staircases have are blocked by the fire I would advise not to use those routes."

"I guess the window is the only way out?"

"Yes, that would be the best course of action, Peter."

Great, fire starter Spider-Man wannabe really did think this through. Now to find those survivors…

As he moved forward suddenly a crash occurred behind him. That couldn't be good. Karen confirmed it a moment later, "I'm afraid the entry in which you came in from is no longer a possible exit."

Super.

Peter moved quickly, using his spidey senses to guide him from anything blocking in his way. Finally he reached the room, and he opened it and nearly got hit with a metal tray. Thankfully, he sensed it in time and dodged it.

"Hey, hey, I'm here to help," he started, but was met again with another defensive attack. Normally Peter would have spent more time reasoning, but time wasn't a luxury they had.

Peter fired his web-shooter and stuck the metal tray to the wall, startling the woman. "Get away from us! Haven't you done enough?"

"No no no," said Peter quickly, holding up his hands. "I'm just here to help you guys get out."

"Yeah, I don't think so, Spider-Man. I saw you start that fire," said the woman, her eyes narrowing as she stood on defense.

The lady definitely knew self-defense and was ready to try again. But then again, Peter wouldn't blame her, especially when she claimed to have seen the perpetrator up close.

Peter seriously wanted to ask more questions, but the sound of heavy coughing in the background drew him back to his priorities. Questions would have to come later.

"Look.. um.. Nurse Temple?" He said, looking at the ID that was clipped to her scrubs, "I'd actually really want to know more about what you saw, but we really need to get out of here."

Peter didn't want to be pushy, but it didn't help that Karen was also giving him a play by play of structural damage and how dangerous it was for them to remain in the building.

"Hey guys," said Peter, moving past her and scanning the room. There were at least over 60 people easily. Some were bedridden, but many of them were able bodied. Only one was seriously ill, connected to all sorts of devices.

How to get them out, was what Peter had to figure out. Even from his standpoint, he could see the web almost like a crystallized formation and it looked… like it melded into the window itself. Any other time, he'd have been more intrigued to find out the science behind it. It looked like some people had attempted to make a dent into the window but only managed to make small cracks.

"Can you guys give me a little room, going to see if I can get this window opened for you for some fresh air," said Peter trying to give a little quip to ease the tension. It didn't work as he was met with stony silence and no movement. It wasn't until the nurse that had nearly hit Peter with the tray told them to make room did they listen. How she decided that Peter wasn't a threat, he didn't know, but he would have to ask about that later.

Peter picked up the sofa which drew a gasp by the people around him, and as hard as he could, he struck it against the glass. A big crack crack appeared. Peter struck again, and again, and finally the fourth time, it gave way. Though it had shattered, not all of it came down, just pieces that hadn't melded into the metallic web. But it was enough for fresh air to come in and for the smoke to escape.

This was only a piece of the grand problem. They were still trapped in there.

"Peter, structural damage is imminent, you should hurry," said Karen sounding very urgent.

"Karen, are there anymore people on this floor?"

"There is four other clusters, they are in different Wings. You must hurry if you want to get to them in time."

"Got it, hurrying."

Peter lifted the sofa again and tried to hit the metal web structure, but no results came from it, not even a dent. And yet it looks so flimsy, but it's not. He needed more momentum, just as how he managed to get in the building in the first place. Peter was going to try and slingshot himself, though there wasn't exactly that much room for him to build that same velocity. But then the thought came to him - the shorter the web, and the further he stretched it, he should be able create something similar.

He shot his web-shooters, his left to one beam that supported the window he had just shattered, and the right to another one – him in the middle of it, just like a slingshot. Holding on to web tightly, Peter walked backwards, away from the window as far as he could, and even past the doorway. The heat was overbearing, and Karen thankfully helped him by giving him approximately how many steps he had left before he'd be backed against a fiery wall.

Finally, Peter reached his maximum distance. Here goes it! And he let himself fly forward. There was a shock gasp as he flew past the occupants in the rec room, as he approached the metal web barrier, he made sure to have his feet planted firmly against it. Please work, please work!

It didn't work exactly as Peter expected, but he felt it a slight crack. Okay. That was good. Peter didn't waste a second before he launched the same slingshot action again, hitting the exact same spot. This time, Peter felt a noticeable change. Yes. One more time,, he thought.

The last one did the trick, the barrier broke, giving way to a small opening. A blast of cool air entered the room and also at the same time allowed smoke to finally find a way out.

Peter quickly inspected the web barrier that he had just broken through, and he saw that once there was a central crack to the web, the rest of it came off easier. Using this newly gained knowledge, he bent the remaining metallic webbing to make a larger opening.

Now to get everyone out, Peter saw the best way was to get them to the opposite building rooftop. Peter knew he could carry maybe 2 or three people max on him each time, and he had to do it fast. Karen too agreed with his assessment; lowering them down, would take too long. Catching the authorities attention at the moment was a terrible idea since they were hunting for fire starter Spider-Man guy.

"Okay guys, I'm going to get you guys across to the next building."

The words how were clearly on everyone's faces. Peter smiled sheepishly, though he doubt they could see him do that under his mask, "Hang on to me, and I'll get you across."

"Hurry everyone, let's get going," said Nurse Temple, her face was no nonsense. "You can trust him. Hurry ."

First three kids hung on to Peter. Now he knew how it felt like to be at a kid's party, lots of this sort of thing. I should consider doing this for a summer job,, thought Peter.

"Alright kiddies, hang on tight," though he said that, in truth, he had a tight grip on them.

And then he swung out of the hospital window. God it was amazing how fresh air smelled. In a few seconds he was at the opposite roof top. The kids cheered for a moment, but then grew somber as they realized their parents were still in the burning building.

"Don't worry, I'm going to get them, promise."

In a minute, he returned with one set of parents. Peter did this swinging back and forth as fast as he could, carrying equipment as well at the same time. Everything was going well until the helicopters showed up. Why is it always authorities on helicopters that threatened to shoot me? Thought Peter with a bit irony. Seriously not his luck at all.

"Spider-Man, stop what you're doing, or we will be forced to shoot!"

"Ah come on guys," said Peter aloud in mid-swing, "Can't you see I'm trying to rescue people?"

Nope, didn't seem like they cared as another shout came out.

"One last warning, Spider-Man. Stop what you're doing, or we'll shoot!"

There was only the nurse Temple and one very ill girl she was staying behind with. Peter was not leaving them there.

Just don't get shot,, Peter reminded himself.

Peter swung back in and just missing a shot fired at him. These guys, come on!

As he entered through the window, Peter could see things had really heated up inside, no pun intended. The ceiling was literally lit and on fire. This wouldn't have happened if Peter hadn't been preoccupied with dodging that helicopter. Every second counted now.

The Nurse, she was on the ground, coughing, along with the girl who was barely conscious. She had been hooked up on the ventilators earlier, and the Nurse had wanted to keep the girl on it as long as possible.

Peter needed to get them out of there now.

"Hang on, we're getting out of here," he said, and then he shouted outside the building, "I'm bringing people out, please don't shoot!"

Peter could almost feel them discussing this on the helicopter, and then there was clamoring below, and he knew that right now, he had the full attention of everyone in Hell's Kitchen – cops, firemen and news media included. So much for stealth mode, there was no way he was staying out of the news now. Sorry May, he thought ruefully. She was going to be so mad.

Having conveyed his message to the trigger happy people on the helicopter, Peter only hoped they listened as he took hold of the child first, on a fireman's carry and then the nurse on the other arm and leapt out the window in full swing.

Here goes it,, thought Peter in mid-air.

The swing out was okay, and Peter felt a moments relief, but sadly, it was short lived. Apparently another helicopter had arrived and had just missed the don't shoot memo.

A shot was fired. There was cry on both sides, the one who fired it after realizing Spider-Man wasn't solo, and Peter himself who had to do a last minute maneuver to shift the nurse so she wasn't shot. The bullet whizzed by, thankfully, but not before it grazed Peter's arm. Well. At least he wasn't shot shot. Flesh wound .

Mr. Stark would be so proud of me, thought Peter with a semi grin. " Dodge the bullets, Peter",, was what Mr. Stark had said the last time he had been at the Avengers Compound for a Guardians Orientation . His mentor even said that when Natasha was back in town he was going to make sure Peter and she had a little training session. It was too bad his mentor had been called away before that could have come to fruitation, because Peter was pretty excited to train with Natasha, the Black Widow,, a legendary assassin!

The shift to take save the nurse also ended up forcing Peter to lose his grip on her. She slipped from his hold and suddenly was falling – but only for a second. Peter's enhanced reflexes caught her with his hand.

"Hang on, Ms. Temple," said Peter in a strained voice and then he swung her upwards and caught her by the waist. Wasting no time, Peter used his web-shooters to anchor himself to another building to help him swing to the rooftop where the other patients from the hospital were on.

Peter landed in a less than stellar pose, but he didn't tumble, which was a good thing.

"Ms. Temple, are you okay?" asked Peter worriedly as he checked to see if there any wounds on the nurse.

"I'm fine, Spider-Man," she replied as she took the girl from Peter's hold. Then she added, "Are you okay?" her eyes falling on Peter's right arm which he realized was bleeding freely.

"I'm okay, just a flesh wound," which was true. I did not get shot, yay. Grazed is not shot, at least by Peter's definition.

The nurse nodded then added, "Let me take a look at it anyway, after I take care of Leo," and she went to connect some machines up for the girl.

Peter took this time of distraction by the nurse to use his webbing to make a makeshift bandage and then asked, "Karen, the survivors in the building, what's their status?"

"There are three groups, they appeared to have moved. The fire has spread, however, Peter. One group, however, the statistics of them surviving is very low."

"Then we'll have to chage those stats and get to them first," said Peter with determination. "What's the best way to get there?"

"You will need to access it from a floor above; there is apparently a caved ceiling, which will allow to drop down to the 11th level to reach them."

By now, one of the two helicopters had started to approach the rooftop Peter and the rest of the rec room survivors were. Good. They would be taken care of, thought Peter with relief. As for himself, he had to brace himself to get back into that heat.

"Okay, here we go, Karen," and then with one last glance at those on the rooftop, Peter twipped back to the hospital, this time, using the helicopter to help him swing over.


It hadn't been an easy task getting to the other three groups of people, but it was well worth the effort. Peter never felt so much relief in his life to find that he wasn't too late to save any of them. The last group that he got out, it had gotten really bad, where literally things were collapsing on them. Peter at one point had to hold up a pillar so that the group could escape. He was pretty sure his back shoulder was a bit singed from it though Karen had classified it as second-degree burns. Semantics Peter would deal with later.

Worth it, thought Peter as he started his way back home. The night hadn't turn out that bad. It sucked that he didn't catch killer Spider-Man, Peter's new code name for the guy, but hey, at least he had saved those people on the 11th floor. Karen had said the others from the other levels, they had all been rescued. Wins were good.

He had gone through a few swings and his back ached noticeably. Yeah, it would because it's burned . Peter only hoped that it healed quickly enough so that his aunt May wouldn't notice it. The ache in his shoulders, however, only grew as he kept on swinging, so Peter finally decided to rest a moment on a random rooftop.

"Ouch, Karen, this burn really hurts."

"I would recommend getting treatment, Peter. Should I contact Tony? He can have people in the med bay at the compound ready to treat your injuries."

"No, no Karen, it's fine. It doesn't hurt that bad," said Peter hurriedly. The last thing he needed to do was to interrupt Mr. Stark on something important because Peter himself couldn't handle things.

"I'll just use some of aunt May's ointments, or you know, find that nurse I met earlier." At this point, Peter would have said anything to make sure Karen didn't make the call.

"Very well, Peter."

Feeling relieved, Peter found himself a seat on the ledge of the rooftop. This was a fairly quiet area, and far enough from the hospital that Peter felt safe enough from any authorities possibly looking for him. I'll just rest here a bit, thought Peter. He lifted his mask up slightly to get a bit of fresh air. "Man, it's nice to be able to breathe!" he said aloud.

"Hey, Karen, anything on the news outlets on catching the fire starter Spider-Man guy?"

"I'm afraid not, Peter."

"Geez, what is up with this guy. He's hurting all these helpless people and I… I can't do anything about it!" said Peter feeling upset at himself.

"You rescued a lot of people today, Peter. You're a hero in their eyes, and they will understand you and the killer are not the same."

"It's not that Karen, it's that he's still out there . I don't get it, how could no one notice this guy crawling around and webbing an entire hospital up like that?"

"That, I do not have the answer to."

"Maybe surveillance tapes or some –" and that instant, Peter's spidey senses went haywire. It literally screamed move now . Peter by instinct listened to it, just a simple shift and that was when the bullet whizzed by him.

"Oh shit, what was that, Karen?" said Peter startled that he'd literally just missed a bullet.

"There is a sniper on the opposite side of the building. I suggest you make haste to get off the rooftop as soon as possible."

Don't have to tell me twice! Thought Peter as he slipped back his mask to fully cover his face.

And so that was what Peter had been trying to do until Iron Fist showed up.

"I can smell smoke from the fire you set tonight, Spider-Man," continued Iron Fist guy who was growing more and more intimidating as his fist became more lit.

"I was at the hospital, but it was after the fire started. I was just there to help the people get out," said Peter defensively. He was innocent and he was tired of the accusations and the people that just keep trying to shoot him!

"I don't trust the words of a killer," was the man's response.

Peter had more to say, but felt his senses call out to him to get out. The gunman had reloaded and he was ready to start his firing again.

"Sorry man, I really want to defend myself against well, pretty much everyone since they all think I'm some kind of killer. But now I've got some trigger happy guy is kinda shooting for me right now, so I can't really talk," said Peter apologetically as he shot his web-shooter and webbed up Iron Fist's hands to make his escape.

But even as he swung away, the shooter was still on his tail. What the hell? Peter could feel that he was there, and proof came whenever he had to dodge the guy's endless supply of bullets. The person was predicting his moves, Peter realized. He must be thinking I'm heading back to Queens. And there are only so many buildings I could use to swing from my origin point. So… how the heck do I lose him? And.. the other guy too. Peter saw that not far behind was none other than Iron Fist, making the chase so much worse.

Should I double back? "Karen, I need to lose those guys, I'll be glad for any suggestions," he said in mid-swing.

Peter, however, didn't get a chance to hear Karen's answer as he suddenly felt a shock that overloaded his senses. The next thing he knew, he was falling, and falling fast. He tried to shoot his web-shooters but it seemed jammed. Peter realized that his suit was damaged somehow, especially when Karen didn't seem to be responding to his fast descent.

Finally at the last minute his web-shooters worked again and Peter as able to anchor to something to slow his fall for a moment and then he released the webbing, unable to hold on to it.

Peter landed roughly in the alleyway and in an open dumpster. Ugh, gross,, thought Peter, but he made no move to get up. Everything stung and his head was swimming.

It wasn't until his spider senses literally screamed for him to get going, that Peter pushed himself to get out of the dumpster. Though, that didn't mean he got very far - just to the end of the alleyway – which was a dead-end. What the heck was that? Wondered Peter. Since when did Trigger happy guy have such sophisticated tech?

"Check the alleyways, the Spider-Man might be hiding there," said a man.

"Yes, Sir. Guys, follow me!"

Aw crap,, thought Peter, it's the police! But hadn't he proved it already that he was the good guy? This night was so not going according to plan.

It must have been the cops on patrol for him that had shot him down with the electric tech, Peter deduced as he saw a cop ran past his hiding space with what looked like a taser gun of sorts. The blaster definitely packed a punch since Peter's head and body was still reacting to it; he seriously wanted to throw up. The pad thai he had for dinner was suddenly not agreeing with him too much.

"Hey, I think I see him! He's here guys!"

Peter pushed himself upright again, realizing he had slumped forward. He seriously couldn't dawdle around here. He tried for Karen, to see if somehow the A.I. may have rebooted, but there was only silence. Mr. Stark wasn't going to be happy that he damaged the suit again. That of course shouldn't be Peter's greatest worry, afterall, he was about to be discovered by the cops.

The authorities that he had been prepared to face, however, didn't show up. Instead, they completely went past him. Curious, Peter slowly left his hiding spot and peered out of the alleyway. Clustered together in front of him on the streets were several cops with one pointing to the sides of the opposite building at what looked like... no freaking way. It couldn't be. But even Peter could not ignore what he saw, or really, it should have been who he saw.

Himself - as Spider-Man.