As soon as the Yakuza ninja started to come to, Peter turned around and raced back to the door where Matt and Wade were waiting by the main entrance. He nodded quickly at Wade, and he immediately started his performance.
"Well, we might as well go," he said loudly. Peter almost wanted to facepalm at how forced it sounded. "It was a good effort, but it seems we've been left empty-handed."
"And leave the prisoners?" Matt's voice was completely monotone. He did facepalm this time. "But Deadpool, however could we do that?"
"You said it yourself, Double D," Peter interjected. "These guys won't talk. We have nothing."
"I can see I'm outnumbered." Then he made his voice louder, bordering on yelling. "I guess we'll be leaving then."
The three of them stomped out, making a show of slamming the door behind them. Then, when they were outside, Peter herded them to the next door building. They hid in a spot where they could see the exits of the warehouse, but the "escapee" wouldn't see them.
Less than a minute later, the lone street runner staggered out from the warehouse. He paused for just a second to get his bearings, then took off down the sidewalk at a steady pace, careful not to look too suspicious.
Peter made sure to wait until he rounded the corner before coming out of the nook they were hidden in and gave a signal when he went out of sight. He followed Matt out towards the mostly empty street, with Wade trailing on the end, taking his time. But being completely honest, Peter wasn't too concerned the initial lead he got. Matt was practically their own personal bloodhound.
He smiled at that mental image but quickly shook it away, trying to refocus himself on the task at hand. Glancing over his shoulder, his heart jumped when he realized Wade wasn't behind him anymore. "Uhh."
"Wade already caught his own ride," he responded vaguely, like this was a thing that happened regularly. For all he knew, it was. "We'll have to get our own."
"All you had to do was ask."
Matt stiffened and turned to face him, scowling. "We are not having a redo of the first time we met."
"Hey!" Peter cried, indignant. "It was your fault I dropped you. You were literally the only reason that happened."
"Doesn't matter. I'm never doing that again," he muttered.
Peter threw his arms up. With a resentful glare at Double D, he marched up to a woman on the sidewalk and kindly asked her for the keys to her car. She handed them over without a second thought, probably used to the sight of vigilantes running around on the streets together, and pointed to where she was parked. Peter gave a loose salute and jogged back to where Matt was waiting.
"Here," he said and tossed the keys through the air. Matt caught them with a solid thunk, sliding the key ring over his pointer finger and twirling it around. "The nice lady parked over on the curb. Can we please try not to destroy her car?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Lead the way, Bug Brain."
"A spider is not a bug," he muttered, affronted, but brought him to the vehicle anyways.
When they both got to the front of the car, Double D clicked the unlock button on the fob and tossed it back over to Peter, who just managed to catch it just before it flew over his head. He had no doubt he did it on purpose.
Matt opened the driver's door, but instead of getting in, he just tilted his head towards it. "Get in," he says, like it never occured that Peter lived in New York, was broke as shit, and didn't even have his permit.
"Excuse me?"
"You're driving, Webhead. We don't have all day—get in."
"I… can't drive, though," Peter said slowly.
"You're gonna. Chop chop, we're on a time crunch. Get in," he repeated, gesturing exasperatedly at the steering wheel.
"I don't think you understand, man," Peter flipping his hands up, placating. "I never really learned how to drive. I don't need to! I live in New York, and I'm Spider-Man!"
"Well this is your chance to learn," Matt said slowly, anger rising in his voice.
"I don't think that's such a great idea, Doubl-"
"Dammit, Peter, just drive the fucking car!" he screamed, gesturing wildly at the vehicle.
"I can't!" Peter screamed back, throwing his arms up. "I don't know how to drive!"
Matt groaned frustratedly, kicking the tire so hard the whole car shook.
"Why can't you just do it?" Peter was still yelling. "You fuckin' blind or something?"
"YES!" he roared.
"What?" Peter shrieked. "What do you mean ' yes?'"
"I'M FUCKING BLIND!
"Oh," Peter says dumbly. Then, "Oh."
A beat passed in strained silence.
"You know," Peter said, more to himself than anything, "that actually explains a lot."
"Get. In," Matt said for the third time. His tone was so dangerous that Peter had to be stupid to ignore it.
Jesus. "Okay, calm down." He put his hands up in surrender and ducked into the driver's seat. And instantly felt his heart start trying to rip its way out of his ribcage.
Peter put the key in the ignition and turned, the engine sputtering to life in the car. His hands hovered over the steering wheel, not quite sure what to do next. He heard a click from beside him, and when he looked over, he saw Matt fastening his seatbelt. "Right," he murmured to himself. "Safety first."
He strapped himself in, then put his hand on the shift. May had taken him driving before, but his mind went completely blank. He might as well have never been in a car before.
"You know how far he's getting right now?" Matt asked.
Peter tapped on the wheel nervously before hesitantly pushing on the gas pedal. But he totally overestimated how hard he needed to press and immediately slammed on the brakes, causing them both to jerk against their seatbelts. Matt's arms flew up before slamming back down, bracing himself against the dashboard.
Oh shit.
He couldn't help it. Gas. Break. Gas. Break.
"Peter!" Matt yelled.
"What?!" he snapped back.
"Just step on the gas and go!"
Peter slammed on the pedal, practically flooring it as Matt yelled at him. He sped out of the parking spot and into the road, and he had to bite down his shout of surprise as he was pushed against the seat.
"Left, turn left," Matt ground out from beside him.
Peter spun the wheel to the side, feeling the two inner tires lift off the ground as he skidded onto the right street. His stomach rose to his throat when he saw how much more busy this road was than the last. He forced himself to slow down instead of stopping completely, like he wanted to.
"Couldn't we have just taken the subway?" Matt groaned, clutching the console with one hand and his seatbelt with the other.
Peter's voice was shaking as he hit a rough patch on the road. "Have you been on the subway?"
"Yes!" he yelled, pitching at the end. "That's exactly the point!"
"Okay, just shut up and let me concentrate," Peter hollered as he skimmed the side of a lamp post. He jerked the wheel to the left to correct himself, but overdid it so much he went veering into the oncoming traffic.
A sound like a screaming banshee filled the vehicle, and he only realized it was him as he swerved back into the right lane and closed his mouth.
Peter locked his arms in place, determined to stay in his lane on the straight road. He slowly increased the pressure on the gas, actively trying to stop touching the brakes. He managed to keep a speed for more than thirty seconds this time.
"See? This isn't so bad?" he said, his voice almost a whole octave higher than normal. His eyes drifted over to Matt in the passenger seat.
"Eyes on the road!" Matt shouted shrilly.
"How did you even know I was looking at you?" Peter said a tad bit hysterically. His words were running together, losing his focus on his words in favor of the road.
Matt unclamped one of his hands and smacked Peter on the chest, hard. "I might be blind, but that doesn't mean I'm a fucking idiot."
"Oh yeah? Then who told me to drive the car?" he snapped back. Matt was silent.
"Take this right," he finally muttered out. Peter barely made the turn, and shot a dirty look at his navigator when the inside tires bumped up over the curb.
Matt didn't bother telling him off this time, just instructing him to take the next right he came up on. He glided smoothly onto the new street, finally getting the hang of it.
"Stop here," he said. It didn't register right away, and he completely passed the place he was supposed to park. "Peter, this is the place, stop!"
Peter slammed on the brakes, reflexively closing his eyes and bracing himself for the worst as the car screeched down the street. The car jerked to a stop, and when he staggered out of the vehicle, he saw dark black skid marks leading up to the tires.
Wade was casually leaning against the chain link fence surrounding the property, arms folded against his chest and one foot crossed over the other. He pushed himself off to meet them as Peter stumbled up to him, tripping over a stray rock and letting out a string of curses. Matt wasn't doing much better, wobbling to the sides like he just got off a roller coaster.
"Really, guys? I assumed you'd be faster, with the whole psh psh thing," Wade did a poor imitation of Peter using his web shooters as he came to a stop in front of them.
Peter rolled his eyes and hoped the expression translated through his mask. "Well, we would've been if it wasn't for Mr. 'I'm Going to Suddenly Reject This Form of Transportation Because of One Bad Experience That Was Entirely My Fault' over here. How did you get here before us?"
Wade tilted his head somewhat quizzically. "No one suspects a heavily armed mercenary would be traveling in a taxi, now, would they? It was pretty easy to tail our guy like that, but I have to admit, I never expected to see Spider-Man trying to drive in person."
He switched his attention to something behind Peter. "I'm going to assume you finally gave him some insight-" Peter could hear the satisfaction dripping from his voice, "-on your situation?"
Peter looked incredulously over his shoulder at Matt, who was bent over with both hands braced against the fence. "You told him?!" He whipped back to Wade. "You knew?"
Wade shrugged helplessly. "Don't ask, don't tell."
"I don't think that's what that phrase means," Matt pointed out from behind him.
"Oh my God," Peter muttered under his breath, fighting the urge to put his face in his hands. "You know what? Whatever. I don't care. I don't care. Let's move on." He pointed to the warehouse they were in front of. "Preferably to there. Let's go there."
Matt pushed off the chain, shaking his limbs out. "Just give me a second to get my bearings. And my stomach back under control. There are a lot of people in there, so we need to be careful."
Peter nodded, content to let him do his thing as he took a long look at the building he was standing in front of. "What is it with bad guys and warehouses? So stereotypical," he said offhandedly.
Wade snorted. "Don't blame them. It's not like it's their choice. I, personally, would go for something more flamboyant. Like a penthouse. Maybe a casino."
Peter shot him a confused look. "I-... what?"
"Nothing."
"You learn to ignore him," Matt said pointedly. "After a while, everything he says just becomes white noise."
Peter could sense feel the frown beneath through Deadpool's his mask. "That's offensive, Matthew. Honestly, I'm offended."
"Cry about it," he snapped back.
Peter coughed to cover up his laugh, but he still managed to get on the receiving end of one of Matt's death-glare.
"So can we get to it? You know, the mission? Task at hand?" Wade asked, snapping his fingers. "You know, the super dangerous covert organization currently breaking tons of laws and helping a notorious gang family do the same?"
Peter stared at him. "You know," he said, surprised. "I think that's the most logical thing I've ever heard you say."
Wade shrugged. "It happens every once in a while."
He looked over to see if Matt was as shocked as he was, but he was already fifteen feet ahead of them. "You guys coming or what?" he asked.
Peter started into action, jogging up beside him with Wade on his tail.
He tried his best to assess the building himself, but there wasn't much to look at. It just seemed like a regular old dingy New York warehouse. Wade seemed to come to the same conclusion.
"This definitely takes an acquired taste. It's a rather bleak place, don't you think?" he asked.
Peter nodded his head slowly, distracted by the way Double D suddenly ducked into the shadow cast by the fence. He mirrored his movements, allowing his gaze to drift over Matt, whose head was tilted to the side with his mouth set in a frown. For all Peter knew, he could be listening to a radio down the street or trying to remember what he had for breakfast last week. More likely, he was attempting to create a plan of attack. Or determine how many ninjas were in the building.
"What," Matt whispered harshly.
"Nothing."
He scowled as Peter's voice cracked in the middle of the word but let the lie side.
After a few more seconds of glowering and listening, he finally said, "There's two of them posted at all three entrances, and a good chunk of them in the back. It sounds like a meeting of some sort, but my Japanese is a little limited." He paused. "They know we're coming, but they don't know we're here."
Great.
Matt said, "So I was thinking-"
"Nuh-uh-uh, Matthew," Wade protested. "We did it your way last time. My way this time."
Matt turned to Peter, expecting an answer. He already knew he would end up the tiebreaker, but he still dreaded it.
Peter grimaced in semi-sincere regret. "Sorry, man, I'm with Wade on this one. Rolling with the punches and all that. After all, it is the job, isn't it?"
Matt pressed his lips together into a thin line and shook his head before conceding. "Fine. I'm clearly outnumbered. Whatever."
Peter followed Wade around the building to the big docking doors on the side. Matt hesitated for just a second before tagging along, about six feet behind them.
Wade pressed an ear against one of the giant docking doors, leaving Peter confused for only a second before he cracked one of them open and silently popped the first guard on his jaw, knocking him out instantly. The second one barely had time to reach for his sword before the same thing happened to him.
He briefly shook his fist out. "Stealthy. Just for you, Red," he drawled.
Matt sniffed indignantly.
He slipped through the open doorway, grabbing Peter's wrist and yanking him inside. Peter tripped over his own feet when he caught a glimpse of the inside, causing Wade to stumble too.
Despite the exterior, the inside was clean. Neat. The boxed supplies were stacked against the walls, with a large armored truck parked by the other set of wide doors. Rows of shelving units were set up towards one side of the room, and he made a mental note of them for later. They could come in handy if he needed a diversion. He couldn't see much of the second floor from where he stood, but he could guess that it looked practically the same. Peter could see the four other guards looking bored at their posts and a doorway leading to another section of the warehouse. All in all, it was considerably nicer than the last one. Bigger too.
"Well, this certainly is an upgrade," he breathed, impressed. "Do you think they'd let me talk to the landlord? My aunt and I could use the floor space."
"I have an extra room if you want it. It's perfect for sleepovers. We could have pillow fights." Peter knew automatically he was winking.
"Dude. Sixteen."
"Right. Right right right right. Right."
"Can both of you shut up?" Matt hissed, starting silently up the stairs. "The Yakuza might be in the back right now, but they aren't deaf."
"Where are you going?" Wade asked, crossing his arms. "I thought you said this was my plan."
He flipped him off and kept going.
Peter shot Wade a slightly sympathetic look. He just shook his head and shooed Peter after him, whispering, "Go follow. I don't trust him."
"Right," he said flatly, but obeyed nonetheless.
By the time he bounded up, Matt was already climbing over the railing onto the exposed beams crisscrossing the roof.
Peter's heart leapt into his throat when Matt's toes brushed a loose case of bullets, sending it teetering into the air. He darted forward and shot a web after it, barely able to see through his panic.
Somehow, the strand connected, and Peter hoisted the bullets back up to him.
"Come on, man. Again? Seriously?" Peter hissed as he followed Matt over the rails, tiptoeing over beams to the middle of the room. "How many times are you gonna try to blow your goddamn cover when it comes to these guys?"
"Shut the fuck up, kid."
"I'll shut up when you stop knocking shit over."
He was so caught up in the argument that he didn't even realize Wade snuck up on the other guards until he heard the loud thunk of a body falling to the ground. Peter ducked down low as he whipped his head around to see Wade crouched over an unconscious ninja on the ground, holding a second one in the air by his arm.
Almost like he could feel Peter's glare, Wade whisper-yelled, "My bad!"
Peter dropped his head into his hands. "I'm going to get killed here, and it's all your fault. Both of you. I'm going to die, and it'll be on your souls forever."
"You're being so dramatic right now," Matt said.
"I hate you."
"Guys." Wade snapped his fingers from below, drawing their attention to the shadows flickering in the doorway. "Heads up. Literally."
When Matt said "rogue group of ninjas" earlier, Peter imagined fifteen guys. Maybe twenty. Somewhere around the size of the dudes he fought two weeks ago. But twenty people don't really require two vigilantes plus one morally questionable mercenary, and he probably would've figured that out if he spent more time thinking about it. What he didn't imagine was forty to fifty Yakuza members coming out, armed to the teeth.
"You never mentioned how big this 'group' of rogue ninjas was," Peter said dryly. "I can see why."
"I didn't want to scare you off."
"Wow. Your faith in me is astounding. Amazing. Truly, I'm stunned." But then he dropped the sarcasm and whistled lowly. "I'd hate to see what they look like all together. The regular Yakuza. The non-rogue-ified."
"Yeah," Matt muttered. "It's certainly a sight."
Peter almost nodded before the words sunk in. He whipped around and glared accusingly at him.
Matt just grinned sharply. "You just make it too easy."
"Is Wade alright?" he whispered as the ninjas slowly trickled into the room like ink.
He nodded his head minutely and pointed towards the shelving units. Squinting, Peter could pick out a large, Deadpool-shaped lump crouching in the shadows cast by the tall shelves. Matt leaned in so "He's going to pop out on the count of five. I'll tell you when."
His heart skipped in his chest, and he flexed his hands around the beam. Matt held up a hand, one finger sticking up.
"How're you gonna get down, man?" Peter whispered nervously.
He didn't answer, just flipping up a second finger. Two.
"I could lower you on one of my webs."
Three.
"Like Juni." Four. "From Spy Kids?"
Five.
Instead of dignifying anything Peter said, Matt just jumped off, landing like a demonic tree frog on one if the guys below. The sound of guns firing and swords being drawn instantly followed.
"Somehow, that's even more dramatic than what I suggested," he muttered.
He leaped off after him, using a web like a rope swing and kicking down every ninja in his path. The momentum carried him back to where he started.
Peter landed lightly on the top railing, easily swerving out of the way of a fast spray of bullets. He snapped his wrists forward and a web attached to the offending assault rifle and pulled it towards him. The weapon flew into his hands, and it took little effort to bend it till it was useless. He chucked the ball of metal back down, webbing the ninja to the floor as he collapsed. "That's cheating, man!"
Peter's stress level rose when he saw Matt and Wade separated down below. Making a split decision, he dropped down next to Matt, landing just in time to knock over a ninja with a kick.
"This wasn't part of the plan, kid," Matt said and blocked a slashing sword with his baton.
"There is no plan, remember?" he shot back, yanking said sword out of the ninja's hand with his webs.
"You were supposed to stay up high. We're starting out slow, remember?"
"Oh. Dumb mistake. My bad," he said, completely unapologetic.
Matt grabbed onto his shoulder, grip like iron, and swung him around like he was nothing. He shoved him hard, sending Peter stumbling to the outskirts of the ninja mob.
"You know, I've handled things like this before. And I distinctly remember saving your ass, like, two weeks ago," he grumbled, failing to keep the irritation out of his voice.
A ninja from the outer ring turned to Peter, who kicked his shins out before slapping webs over him when he fell to the ground. From behind him, he could hear Wade yelling over the clatter of metal. Risking a quick glance, it seemed like he was doing pretty good on his own.
Suddenly, Matt hollered, "Duck!"
Peter did. "Goose," he breathed as he watched a limp body sail over his head.
The tingling at the base of his neck went from a moderate pinch to a painful twinge. Peter side-rolled on instinct, letting his body take over as he came up to three ninjas coming too close for comfort.
"Oh, come on guys. Don't be bullies." Peter dodged one of the swords, countering with a spatter of webs covering the guy's face and trapping his hands against his body. "I don't like bullies."
Peter dropped and swept the ninja's legs out from underneath him, keeping him on the ground with another web.
He swayed to the side when his spider sense flared again, narrowly avoiding a jab from the ninja now behind him. As he leaped out of the way, trying to keep eyes on the to guys who singled him out, he noticed Matt drifting more and more towards Wade. It was probably intentional, he decided. They seemed to work well together—when they weren't threatening to kill each other.
Ninja Two darted forwards suddenly, catching Peter off guard. He ducked under the swipe of the katana, but didn't react in time to miss the butt of the weapon slamming into the left side of his collar. The bone beneath it cracked, and Peter's vision went white.
Gritting his teeth, Peter kicked the ninja hard in the stomach, sending him hurtling through the air. He watched as the guy ran back at him, waiting until the very last second to web his feet to the ground. The ninja's momentum sent him sprawling on the ground, and he didn't hesitate to cover him in his webs.
He did not lose his temper. He didn't.
But tossing that guy around definitely helped.
"Say hello to my little friend." Peter's accent was atrocious, but he figured he got the point across when he knocked the last ninja clean out.
"Spider-Man, stop messing around!" Matt yelled.
"Sorry!"
He was not, in fact, sorry. Nor was he "messing around." He was taking this seriously.
"Bruce Lee doesn't have shit on me," he said to the limp body.
Very seriously.
Cradling his bad arm against his stomach, Peter swung over to the staircase, landing halfway up and running the rest of the way. With the full view of the warehouse, he could see exactly where everyone was. Especially the rogues they were making surprisingly quick work of. But a clump of six or seven had broken out and were heading towards the parked truck.
"They're trying to take the truck!" he hollered, already launching himself towards the vehicle.
"Got it," Wade grunted. A second layer, two of his knives hissed through the air, thwacking into the left side tires.
Peter got there just in time to knock two guys against the side of the truck, hastily webbing them to the metal before rushing to the open back.
It was honestly too easy. They were like sitting ducks, crowded against big wooden boxes pressed into the walls. Peter took the opportunity to stick the closest one to the wall by his hands, jumping into the truck to knock him out right after.
Thonk .
Ninja Two And A Half crumpled to the ground before his eyes. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Matt standing behind him, blocking the exit completely for the last one. Grinning, Peter smoothly attached a web to his legs and dragged him towards Matt, ignoring his attempts to cut himself loose.
Matt punched him hard on the nose, and, apparently not satisfied, thumped his head against the ground by the hood.
"You gonna help out or just keep watching?" he rumbled, and Peter's smile grew.
Less than two minutes later, Matt was rubbing the blood off his hands using a towel Wade found. Peter jumped out of the truck a beat after him and hauled the wooden crate out from the back with a web, catching it with his good arm as it tipped out.
"For a 'covert operation,' they're pretty careless," he said as he dropped the box at Matt's feet. "Look." Peter ran his finger over a shipping label from somewhere called Mal's Storage.
"How much you wanna bet that's where the ninja men set up shop?" Wade asked and slid his swords back in their respective sheaths.
"Ten dollars," Peter said.
Matt turned to him slowly.
"What?" Peter asked defensively. "That's practically my entire life savings. That's a lot of money."
"I would bet my perfect, dreamy face," Wade said. "The one Red here can't get enough."
Peter once accidentally stepped on a stray cat's tail. Said tail poofed to more than double its original size, its back got all scrunched up, and there was cat slobber on Peter's leg from it hissing so hard. That was what Matt reminded him of in that instant.
"I'll scope it out tonight," Peter volunteered, interjecting before a full-blown argument started.
Both Matt and Wade turned to look at him, and if their body language was anything to go by, they were not happy with the suggestion.
"I'm stealthier than either of you two," he said, shrugging his shoulders matter-of-factly. "And if I get noticed, I can just swing out, and my spider sense will help me get away. You two would be on foot."
"And if you get hurt?" Matt questioned, and he was touched at the concern in his voice.
But Peter just shrugged again, keeping his voice light as he said, "I heal fast."
"That's my line. You don't get to steal my line," Matt grumbled. Peter could tell he was cracking, and a moment later Matt nodded, defeated.
"Just don't get shot."
Peter grinned. "It's not on the itinerary."
Glancing at the time blinking in the upper corner of his HUD, Peter figured it was as good a time as any to head back home. "Well now that that's taken care of, I have to return to my humble abode. Make sure it didn't get enveloped in a house fire or anything."
He stuck himself to the side of the truck, crawling up to the top. "I'm gonna go ahead and call the cops so you two might want to skedaddle," he called.
"God. I'm working with a baby." Wade turned to Double D, shaking his head disappointedly. "Matthew, we're working with a baby. A baby that says skedaddle." Matt's jaw twitched.
Peter rolled his eyes and was up the wall in a moment, shooting a web at the ceiling and swinging over to one of the boarded windows. Kicking the wood away, he attached another web to the next building over and hollered, "Bye guys!"
He stopped just long enough to make a quick call to the police at the nearest gas station, reporting Spider-Man, Deadpool, and Daredevil busted up a couple of ninjas- Yakuza- and was home in twenty minutes.
He opened the fire escape window and shed his suit as soon as he closed it again. Peter dropped his shit on the couch, heading straight for his kitchen and shoved some macaroni into the microwave.
Peter leaned on the counter and bit his lip, his brow furrowed as he stared at the red suit hanging off the arm of the couch with the faint popping of the microwave in the background. What are the chances that Mr. Stark would look at the activity log?
Too high. With his luck, he'd look tonight and see Peter messed with the code.
He got his computer from his bedroom and grabbed his macaroni from the kitchen before sitting on the floor of the living room. He grabbed the suit using his toes and kicked it up, grabbing it out of the air and spreading it across the coffee table. Plugging it in, he quickly entered some random coordinates around the city into the mapping system to cover his tracks.
Peter blew out a big sigh he didn't realize he was holding and scarfed down the macaroni. Ned texted a while ago asking if he wanted to play Uno, so he decided it was the best way to waste time and took him up on the offer.
After two infuriating rounds (bots won both times), Peter's phone buzzed on the table with a message notification from Ned. He opened it to see a screenshot of a tweet containing a photo of Matt, Wade, and him together from earlier today. Smiling as he read the caption, Peter saved the screenshot and quickly opened a new message to Matt's number.
[to: DD - 8:47 p.m.]
hey we're trending on twitter lmao
everyone's calling us 'team red'
it's kinda catchy
[from: DD - 8:49 p.m.]
We will never hear the end of it if Wade sees this
[to: DD - 8:49 p.m.]
fair
but it's still cool
He finished up the game with Ned and told him he was logging off for the night before pulling on his suit. Slipping out of his room, he typed the address from the box into his phone and set out on the route.
It only took a couple of minutes for him to arrive, landing lightly on the roof of a large storage unit complex. With his spider sense prickling lightly at the back of his neck, he padded quietly over the roof until he reached a skylight, and saw a familiar, dark clothed guy walking down the hall. If the ninja-esque outfit wasn't enough, the man had a distinctly suspicious vibe about him.
Peter slid off the roof, hanging by his fingertips until he was sure his feet were anchored firmly against the outside wall. He followed the ninja— Yakuza —by the windows, making sure to stay above the panes unless he was checking to see if he was still on the ninja's trail.
He paused to check again, and his heart missed a beat when he realized the ninja was no longer in the hall. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. How the fuck do I lose a ninja in a hallway."
Peter scrambled back up to the roof and he channeled his inner Double D, listening through the roof for a heartbeat, talking, anything.
He was so tuned in that the clang of metal on metal almost sent him sprawling, and he hurried over to the far right side of the building. Peter dropped down to a window, as close to the sound as possible, and peered into the dark room.
"Oh shit," Peter muttered to himself as his eyes adjusted. After blinking once, twice, he fumbled for his phone and nearly dropped it as he dialed Matt's number.
"Hey, man." He talked right over Matt's confused greeting. "Get down here… now. You need to see this."