Thank you, everyone, who followed and favoured my story! Also, thank you to "littletcups" who reviewed my story giving me helpful advice. Hope you all stick around and continue to enjoy! (More Notes at bottom)

As the man Spider-Man captured was put into a police car, elsewhere in the city, a man in a white business suit was watching this happen through a body cam. He was a large man, who was looking unpleased with how that man was captured. Another man in the room turned off the monitor they were watching.

"Do not worry that was a prototype." The smaller man said.

"These projects cost me money James, I thought your man had an exceptional marksman skills?"

"He does. Honestly, I don't know what happened he's an idiot, but efficient. Perhaps this "Spider-Man" is faster than we thought, we might need more data on him." James replied, hiding his fear of his failure. He knew that his boss wanted results and if he could not deliver them then someone else would.

"James, a second suit was developed, more so fit for your skills. I would like for you to test it, in action."

The large man said grinning.

"That sounds unnecessary sir, I'm sur-"

"I insist James, you won't have to encounter the spider. This suit shall make sure you're in and out before anyone knows what's happening. If you do this, you'll AWAYS have a place inside my organization. If you don't, you will be back where you started. Could you imagine that James? After all this hard work your back to being just a disposal henchman once more. Trust me, you don't want that." The man said towering above James, looking at him dead in the eye.

"Fine sir, I'll do it. James replied beaten, as the large man turned away, walking toward his large window looking down at the city below.

Elsewhere

Peter reached his home after stopping the man he fought briefly. He thought that he should give him a name considering he did not just want to call him that one idiot he beat up. Boomerang was the first thing that came to mind mostly because all that was known about him was that he throws boomerangs. What a great gimmick, Peter thought sarcastically.

Peter took off his costume before going inside stuffing it inside his bag. He could never let aunt May discover his secret, Peter could not even imagine what would happen if she found out.

Peter walked up the steps to his front porch and unlocked it with his keys. He opened the door hearing Aunt May talking with their neighbour Anna Watson. She had lived next to them for years along with her niece, Mary Jane Watson or rather MJ. Mary Jane lived with her aunt for years now, Peter and MJ had become friends right away. Her father was not a good man, he was sent to prison for his crimes. MJ did not even know the full extent of what he did, even though she'd asked multiple times.

"Hello Aunt May, Hello Ms. Watson," Peter said walking into the living room.

"Hello Peter, sorry Anna one moment," May said.

"Oh, May it's fine!" She replied cheerfully.

"How was school, Peter? she asked.

"Good, except Gwen is still on her trip with her parents seeing her aunt that is deathly ill. I have something to ask you after supper." Peter knew that May would let him go now if he asked, but he liked spending time with her. After being Spider-Man for a few months now he realized balancing so much was challenging, who knew?

"I'm glad you had I nice day Peter." Aunt May replied.

"I'll be upstairs if you need me," Peter said, walking toward the stairs. He had planned on getting some studying in, along with making a new webbing batch. He thought it would be helpful for him to be ready for what comes next. If anything at all, it never hurts to be prepared.

That Spider bite amazingly give him the knowledge of how to make more web fluid. His love for science gave him the ability. Peter had been experimenting with some formulas for his regular webbing, unfortunately, he was quite unsuccessful. He knew that he needed a place to work so he wouldn't be seen or heard by Aunt May.

A little while later

"Peter! Diner's ready! Aunt May called out from downstairs.

"Coming!" Peter replied. He had nearly finished some of his new webbing. Unfortunately, he did not know if his experiment was successful and he had previously no way to test it. Well, not right now anyway.

Peter came down the stairs eager to eat, he loved Aunt May's lasagna.

Peter sat down digging into his food. Aunt May looked at him and said, "Peter, I believe you were going to ask me something."

Peter looked up, "Oh yeah," Peter said still with food in this mouth. He swallowed his food and continued, "Can I go see Harry after supper, and maybe stay over for the weekend if that's alright?"

Aunt May sighed, "It's fine, I trust you wouldn't be partying with Harry and if you are, you better not drink."

"I promise we're not going to party, at least I don't think we are. Harry would tell me if we were going to."

"Okay, I actually have something I need to tell you as well. Aunt May took a deep breath, "Anna introduced me to a nice man who wanted to take me out for dinner tomorrow."

"That's fine, uncle Ben just died a few months ago, so makes sense," Peter replied with sarcasm.

"Peter it's not serious." Aunt May spoke calmly.

"Yeah, I'm sure it's not. It's just Uncle Ben has not even been gone for a year and you're moving on." Peter said with agitation in his voice.

"I'm not moving on, even if I get close to this man even love him or anyone for that matter, I will never love anyone in this life more then Ben. I miss him every single day and I know he would want me to move on with life. I will continue to love that wonderful man forever, but I still have half my life ahead of me."

"I'm sorry Aunt Man I love you. It sounds like you already made a decision, I'm going to get going. Have a nice time on your date." Peter went upstairs to get his things, clothes, phone and his costume just in case. He came back downstairs heading for the door.

"Peter, please don't be mad," Aunt May said weakly.

"It's fine Aunt May, I gotta go," Peter said opening the door and closing it gently. He stopped for a moment breathing deeply rubbing his head before heading for the nearest bus stop.

I can't believe her, why would she do this. Ugh, maybe I'm overreacting or maybe not. None of this crap would be happening if not for me. Peter sighed deeply, as his face dropped. I'm sorry uncle Ben.

Later

Peter reached Harry's mansion "Perks of being rich" Harry once told Peter. Harry's Butler, Bernard came to let Peter inside. Bernard was like a second father to Harry due to his own father never really being there. According to Harry anyway, he was always busy with work and some "special project."

His home was 5x or so larger than Peter's house. It had so many valuable things it could be a museum. Harry enjoyed bragging about how much cool stuff he had, though he seemed to do that less after Uncle Ben's death.

"Master Harry, Mr. Parker is here. Bernard said looking in Harry's direction while he sat on the couch.

"Thanks, Bernard," Harry replied getting up from the couch. "Hey, Pete Glad you could come. It's been a while since you came over."

"It was just two months ago since I was last here. Peter said not realizing how long it had been as Spider-Man took up most of his time.

"You used to come over a lot more befor- you know," Harry stopped talking, not wanting to finish his sentence.

"I know Harry, funny you mention him cause Aunt May is seeing some guy tomorrow."

"Do ya know if it's serious?

"I don't know, but I'm betting it is."

"Why's that?" Harry asked puzzled.

"I just got that feeling in my gut," Peter replied.

"You might wanna ask a doctor about that. Harry joked.

"Whatever. Speaking of love lives, have you text Gwen at all lover boy?" Peter asked.

"Actually Pete, I called her. She's doing fine, she said she'll be coming home in a couple days. And when she gets back I'm going to follow your example and ask her out to dinner." Harry said proudly.

"Congrats, I was hoping you would ask her out! I talked with Gwen a few days ago, she sounded sad understandably, it's nice she's doing better and I can tell she's got feelings for ya."

Gwen, Harry and Peter were best friends since starting kindergarten. Peter had never been in love with her, she was always more sister-like for him. On the other hand, Harry had been in love with her since he first saw her. Harry Osborn seemed to have a thing about blonds.

Harry said, "Yeah I know, you told me a few times now."

"Really? Peter said surprised.

"Uh yeah, you've been so..." Harry paused.

"What?"

"I don't know what the word is. The point is It's like you're not here or something. Honestly, what's up with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've been like this for months and it's only gotten worse. I want to know what's up with you. Come on don't tell me some bull, we've been best friends for years." Harry exclaimed looking displeased with Peter.

"I'm just having to grow up faster. I'm looking for a job to help Aunt May, I'm sorry, Harry, I swear I didn't know you felt like that." Peter was half telling the truth. He was, in fact, looking for a job. Though his main focus was being Spider-Man right now, he did not want to pull Harry into his world. Or anyone else for that matter.

"Alright, let's just order the pizza. This weekend is about friendship."

"Yeah, you're right. Listen I'm sorry I'll tell ya whatever you want to know. Well, maybe not EVERYTHING. Peter said sarcastically lightening up the mood as they both laughed.

Elsewhere

The man named James was staking out a jewellery store. It was locked up only moments ago. He watched carefully as the owner left the area, driving away in their decent car.

"Are you ready Sanders?" A voice asked from an earpiece.

"Yes, after the test run I believe I've got a handle on this suit," James replied taking off his trench coat revealing his suit, it was completely black. Along with a helmet that James put on, which was designed to protect him and cover his face in case cameras could pick him up.

"I'm sure I don't have to remind you of what Mr. Fisk will do if you fail again. Especially after losing that first prototype. Your usefulness may come to an end."

"I'm aware, being cryptic is wasting my time," James snapped.

"Fine then, you remember how the suit works still? Of course you do, move your ass."

James muttered something under his breath away from his microphone. He started up his suit moving his legs into a running position, then instantly he reached the door getting ready to pick it. Picking locks was simple for him after doing it for years.

He quickly zoomed around the store breaking glass covers stealing all the jewels he could get his hands on then loading them into his van. He could hear alarms going off, but it did not really matter, not at the speed he was going.

After clearing the store completely he hopped into his van driving away.

"Hey, I think I need a code name," James said into his microphone.

"What the hell are you going on about?" The man questioned him.

"I was thinking...The Speeder." James declared.

"That's idiotic, how about The Accelerated Demon? You accelerated your self forward and Demon sounds intimidating."

"Nah, I think I got it. How about...The Speed Demon?"

"Sure, Speed Demon, you've got a few more shops to hit. Seems like an excellent way to introduce New York to you." The man said.

He turned around, muting the microphone.

"Seems like everything is going accordingly Mr. Fisk."

"For your sake it better. I'll tell Osborn I'm pleased with what I'm seeing," Fisk said grinning.

Hello again, apologies for getting this out a little slow. I was very busy this past weekend. Thankfully, I'll have some time over the holidays. Also, I'm going to be starting a second smaller project in January. More details next time I post, let's just say I'm ending something Spider-Man related that never got a true ending.