While Peter left, heading back home, Captain Stacy locked down the surrounding area to understand what happened and who the flying menace was for himself. To do this, he approached Norman Osborn, who came downstairs on the phone.

"Get my son safe and out of anywhere with windows or high up! I'll think of a more permanent solution soon. I have to go." He hung up, seeing Stacy eyeing him. "Captain Stacy, figures for my luck, you'd be the one working this assault." He remarked.

"I happened to be in the neighbourhood. Mind shedding some light on who wanted you dead, Mr. Osborn?" Captain Stacy replied.

"Simply put, angry employee. Fired too two compliments, harassment claims took them very seriously, and it would appear he's mad about it."

"I'm going to have to ask to look into that for my department. I'm sure you can understand that." Stacy replied.

"Sounds like a waste of time, but understandable," Norman responded.

"We can offer protection for your son just so you're aware," Stacy pointed out.

Norman shook his head. "I don't know about that captain. Wonder if you might get him killed for being not too kind to your daughter. I'm joking to be clear."

"Funny."

"Now, if you excuse me, I think I should go be with my son. Unless you have any more pressing questions?" Asked Norman.

"No, feel free to leave. Just understand we'll be investigating heavily and looking into your employees. I like being clear with my looking into people," Stacy stated.

Norman nodded and walked off grunting.

A few minutes later, the scientist named Otto came down and was being instant on speaking to the police privately. Captain Stacy came over to listen to this, as he just finished talking with Donald Menken. The latter was too silent about what role he had in Adrian Toomes firing from Ozcrop. It was clear something was being hidden. Naturally, the question was, what?

"What do you have to share? Mr?" Stacy began saying.

"Octavious. I've been working here for several years. I worked with Adrian for a few years now." He looked around. "I'm not comfortable speaking here. The higher-ups wouldn't like me speaking about this," He explained, scratching his face nervously.

"Are they threatening you? We can protect you," Stacy replied, looking around.

"No, they aren't, well, that isn't true. You can't protect me. Just like with Adrian, they hold our life's work in their grabs. Able to use them for whatever desires they'd want. No matter what personally costs or moral," He expressed, sighing.

"Is that what happened to the old man? They booted him out, stole his work. Now he's back for revenge?"

Otto nodded sadly. "Yes, you're correct, Captain. Wish I could offer help with where he's gone. He has no family, friends. Same with me. Men like us only have our work. Without it all, what's the point?" He explained.

"Can't say I know your prospective Mr. Octavious. I can. I'm sorry for all this company has done to you. How about you make a good, selfless choice, spill some real evidence about how's doing these criminal actions?" Stacy suggested.

Otto shook his head. "I'm sorry too, I'm a coward. My arms, my work. They're my life, and I won't put them at risk by saying any more. I've said enough to lose everything." He muttered and frowned, walking away.

Captain Stacy glared at the large building, wondering if the flying man causing destruction was the real evil around on this day.

Back with Peter, he returned home, finding MJ waiting outside. He took off his suit, expecting her to be waiting for him. So he had inside of his bag, which wasn't the first time he was forced to do this, at least he didn't mind it.

"Hey Peter, no more flying lunatics?" She asked.

"Not at the moment. Worried about Harry more than an old flying dude. His house is trashed, and I wanna call him, but he'd have to wonder why his best friend who sounds like Spider-Man just happened to call him out of the blue," He expressed.

She nodded at him and put her hands through her hair. "Gotta love having to think about like 20 different angles all the time," She joked.

"Yeah, an absolute delight, wouldn't have it any other way. Best feeling around for a teenager who's already got more than most teens. Jeez, I whine I lot, don't I?" He remarked, feeling embarrassed by his ramblings.

"It's fair enough, I mean like you said. You've got so much crap going on in your life, and I'm, for example, just normal. A nobody." She replied, trying to hide her feelings.

"Your, not a nobody, heck right about now I think you're my best friend." He replied.

She scoffed softly and muttered. "Yeah, just the best friend." She cleared her throat. "Anything else crazy happen? You never seem to catch yourself a break," She continued saying, switching topics.

He shook his head. "Some weirdo dressed like a Candian. Called himself the Looter. Pretty weird, he flew away too, on a balloon," He explained.

She laughed. "You can't be serious, do tell more?"

Peter smiled and continued sharing along.

Elsewhere Adrian Toomes returned to a hideout. He was frustrated by the turn of events. Having Spider-Man get involved ruined all of his plans. The revenge he sought was now on the line of being lost forever. It was devastating how one young person in a costume ruined his goals and how such a large company ruined him so quickly. He slashed at the wall with one of his wings.

Then, strangely a phone rang in his hideout. It was an older phone type that likely would've been hard to track, and nobody knew of the number he thought. The old man felt like he had nothing to lose.

"Hello? Who is this?" He asked curiously.

"A new friend. Someone who dislikes Osborn as much as yourself. Perhaps more." The mysterious voice said coldly.

"That doesn't answer who you are," Toomes replied suspiciously.

"Unrelvent. In the event of your capture, I wouldn't want me to name released to the public." He explained, keeping a cold tone.

"I need a name. What am I meant to call you?" The old man asked once more.

"Fine, how about The Designer. Always liked designers. Now, I should inform you of what I'm offering, a location. The location of where the Osborn safe house is. Kill them swiftly, and I can promise you freedom from the police hunting you down. Along with another prospect, I'd love to speak about after this task is completed."

Toomes shook his head. "I'm not a killer. I wasn't intending on ending their lives."

"Killers get along in this world. Men who operate in half masseuses don't. I'll send a few of my men to finish the job if you don't accomplish your goal," The man explained, speaking in his cold tone still.

"Fine, I'll attempt that proposal."

"Good. I know you have a fax, so I'll send the location."

Toomes looked even more confused. "How the devil do you know-"

Before he could ask, the line was cut short.

Peter finished speaking to MJ and headed upstairs, intending on relaxing at last. Par the young man's luck, this wasn't meant to be. Harry Osborn was calling, and Peter nearly dropped his phone in complete surprise, having his friend's name pop up on the screen.

"Harry? What's up?" He asked, pretty clear why he was calling right about now, but it would be suspicious if Peter Parker knew what danger befell him.

"Hey, yeah, I've um, kinda got myself an issue. I swear I'm not hammered. A flying winged old dude trashed our place, tried to kidnap me, was pretty crazy. Now I'm with some security guards. This is freaky stuff. Apparently, my dad got hit too at Oscorp. He's safe and coming to me. Listen, man, I'm just so freaked out. Could you possibly hang on by? I'm kinda crapping my pants here, man." He expressed.

Peter thought for a moment. "Yeah, of course, Is it safe sending me your location? Don't want it being leaked to that flying bird guy."

Harry thought for a moment before responding. "Oh, crap, that is true. Alright, whatever, I don't care. I'm sending you the address. Flying dude, be damned." He expressed, sounding genuine like he thought this wouldn't blow up in his face in the slightest bit. He then hung up and sent the address.

Guess sleeping was off the table. Peter thought to himself, taking his bag with him, preparing to suit up as Spidey, expecting trouble to follow along and wanted to be ready this time.

So Peter once more left home swinging along to the location given by his desperate friend. I really have pitiful luck. Could I please not get my butt kicked around the universe? I've had enough embarrassment of being a flawed superhero for one day. Feel like this day won't ever end. Like I'm going to wake up in a time loop when I finally can sleep, just my luck! He thought to himself, speeding off.

In a matter of minutes, Peter could see his friend's location, a safe house on the ground level. Guards were walking around outside, seemed to be a few of the same from earlier, a good sign. Until, of course, trouble came along. The flying man returned and tossed down a smoke bomb, or instead seemed to be knockout gas. Hope these guys are fired. They suck at their job! He thought, rushing over to the flying guy.

"Hey again!" Having just about enough of the guy, Peter exclaimed, smacking him across the face after repelling himself forwards.

"Why won't you leave me be! How did you even find me again!" The old man exclaimed.

"Bad luck, or good luck. Haven't figured it out yet. Personally, I feel like all your crazy people seem to gravitate to me honestly. Must be my killer charm!" Peter replied, shrugging and tried hitting the man again. However, for his troubles, he got slashed.

The old man looked furious. "I've had it! I'm playing for keeps with you know, young man! Back up! Or die!"

"I'll choose, stick around and kick your butt to Thursday? How about that? Say, could I have a name for you? I'm sick of calling you crazy old flying man guy. Bit of a mouth full, you know?" Peter replied, dogging attacks.

The man grunted. "Osborn, you. I'm nothing but a Vulture now! There is my name, Vulture!" He exclaimed, trying to aggressively tear Peter in two with his sharp wings.

"Think I liked it better when you were nameless, Vulture!" Peter exclaimed back, counting these attacks by trying to smash the wings into each other. Or tie them up. He wasn't exactly sure what to do, desperately just trying to get the advantage in this fight. The vulture clearly had to be in the air and faster because of it.

Spidey started making a considerable web to entrap him. This was more of discretion. He figured the man would begin trying to slash through it, which would give a chance for his real plans to come to form.

Then, more unexpected trouble came along. A van rolled up, revealing a bunch of goons coming out wearing generic ski masks pulling out pistols. Heading inside.

Seriously?! Peter thought, leaping down onto one of the goons knocking them down, then his Spider-sense triggered as Vulture swooped back down and smacked poor Peter through the door with his wings. Now he was at the macry of the thugs with guns who immediately tried filling him with bullets. His reflexes made him able to dodge this but did have the negative contention of looking like he was dancing around like a fool. Once they ran out of shots, this embarrassment ended. Then he swiftly took them all down as Vulture fired objects from his wings, hitting Peter in a couple spots and smashed the glass from the sounds of it.

Spider-Man checked where that sound was made, seeing the Osborns hiding behind security glass with a few of the guards with weapons drawn. They were quite jumpy and accidentally fired at Peter, who avoided the shots fired and went back outside, prepared to bring down Vulture for good now. Feeling more motivated, seeing his best friend in danger.

"Prepare for one heck of a butt-kicking!" Peter exclaimed, webbing onto him and grabbing with all his might pulling him crashing down to earth. With that, the wings were clearly damaged a fair amount.

"No! My wings! You petulant child! You'll pay for this!" He shouted, trying to lift his wings for yet enough attack run.

"Toro toro!" Peter expressed mockingly, waving at him.

Vulture zoomed towards Peter, and he webbed the wings. Then gave one last creak across the face, knocking him out cold at long last as the police started to approach.

"About time!" Peter shouted exhaustedly, putting his hands on his hips. I should change back into Peter Parker, I'm sure that would make Harry feel better. Assuming I can even see him after this mess. He thought, swinging away.

A few minutes later, the police had now blocked off the area. Peter showed back up, looking bewildered by whatever could've happened. He then noticed Captain Stacy was leading the investigation, and they had The Vulture taken away to jail. Along with those other mysterious thugs, hopefully, they'd get to the bottom of it lickity split. Though that would require luck and clear to Peter, he would have to deal with this again, whoever sent them. Could've been Crime-Master, or a third party. Just adding more onto his overflowing plate of fun.

Peter walked up to the police line and could see Harry and Norman standing around an ambulance, speaking to Captain Stacy.

Stacy then saw Parker. "Hey, let that kid, though. He's trustworthy." He said to his officers.

They nodded and let Peter though he nodded at them, smiling awkwardly. Then walked over to them all.

"Hey," Peter said, crossing his hands together, half pretending to be intimidated by this whole situation. Admirably, he was a bit. Peter Parker wasn't used to stuffing like this. Spider-Man was. They were the same, of course, but something about being the web-swinger just allowed him to have more confidence. Which did rub off a little on day to day life more and more. Still, it was better Peter here, for Harry's shake.

"Are you alright, Harry? And Mr. Osborn?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, it's fine, Peter. Just another day of nearly getting murdered by a crazy winged dude." Harry said, sarcastically laughing.

"Son, don't be sarcastic. This is serious business. We're both fine. Safe, thanks to Spider-Man of all people. Was greatly surprised." Norman expressed.

"You were coming here to visit Harry, correct?" Stacy then questioned.

Peter nodded his head. "Yes, h-he sounded quite nervous on the phone, so I rushed over here." He explained, trying to pretend to sound nervous with his voice.

"Seems a bit reckless." Stacy pointed out.

"Yes, Mr. Stacy, sir, it was pretty reckless, but I was very concerned about Harry. That's what mattered most at the moment." Peter expressed defending his choice of action.

"Fair enough, just think better and don't run into danger. You know Gwen would have my head if you or Harry here got hurt at all." He replied.

Norman butted in. "I would have your head as well if my son was harmed." He said, glaring at Captain Stacy.

"Of course, sir. Wouldn't want that, and you should know, threatening a police officer is a crime. Which I'm positive you know already." Stacy reminded him.

"It wasn't a threat. It was a fact." Norman replied.

Harry cleared his throat and pulled Peter away. "Hey man, I've got a huge favour to ask. Like really huge." Harry stated.

Peter shook his head. "Alright, shoot." He didn't care that his friend had been dodging him and Gwen. That could be left aside. Clearly, he needed a helping hand, and that mattered the most above any of the dumb things he might have been doing.

"So, like I said, home is screwed up. Now, dad wants to secure the place, making it nice and safer, less likely someone would be able to attack. You know how it is, going to cost a bit, but he's frickin rich. So, while that happens, I'm going to need a place to hang out, life even. Dad's just going to chill around at Oscorp. So yeah, can I stay with you?"

Peter was surprised. "Wow, it's been some time since a sleepover. And never one that long, how are you going to survive that? Would he be like paying May?" Peter asked slightly hopefully that she'd be getting a break.

He shook his head. "No, dad's going to be focusing all his money and resources on safe proofing the house, finding who wanted us dead, cause that old dude couldn't have got a bunch of thugs. He's broke, apparently. I don't care, I just want you to know, live the normal broke life, I guess. One where I'm not murdered." He expressed.

Peter shrugged. "Fair enough, not dying to a great idea I find. I'm positive Aunt May would be happy having you around. She'll just be a bit more tied. Having to work, you know, so guess you're going to have to be less, lazy."

Harry crossed his arms. "I'm not lazy in the slightest bit!"

"Sure, Harry. Sure." Peter replied sarcastically.

While they spoke, Stacy looked over at Peter, inspecting him. Noticing a slight bit of red stain that appeared to look like blood. That couldn't be right. Why would someone like Peter Parker have a bloodstain? Yet, Captain Stacy noticed enough weird oddity, who seemed closer and closer to discovering the truth.

Later in the day, elsewhere at police lockup. Adrian Toomes sat alone near the phone. Apparently, his one phone call called him.

"It would appear you failed." The voice stated disappointed, now distorted.

"Listen, what did you expect me to do? I'm just an old frail man! I'm likely that Spider-Man didn't kill me. He hit hard. If not for him, I would've been able to take them out. Give me another chance, surely someone like you would have a way to break me out of the cage!?" He exclaimed.

"Oh Toomes, you think I care that much about you. A means to an end. One that has ended for me, I just felt like informing you our contact has come to a close. Goodbye forever, Adrian Toomes. Shame about your wingsuit and your imprisonment. Could've been a most beautiful friendship blooming." The voice hung up.

"Wait!" Toomes shouted, then slammed the phone.

"Clam it, Toomes!" One of the officers yelled at him, pointing.

The man now known as the Vulture walked back into his temporary cell until he was transferred into Rykers for the rest of his miserable life, it seemed. One thing was now for sure if he ever got out somehow. He would be back, more determined than ever to get revenge on all those who wronged him. A longer list now and one, he had no hesitation about wiping clean, someday.

Hope that you all have enjoyed these 30 chapters. I've struggled with them, tbh.

Besides that, I'm proud of what I've accomplished over these nearly three years. Getting close to 100k words and no end soon end date in sight. WOW.

Here's to the next 3 years. Hopefully, it'll not take so long to get 100k done. Might have an end date in view if that happens, if only. Hopefully, with how 2020 is, next year will be better and not kick us all collectively in the head. Currently struggling a bit, which could cause some delays. In theory, it will get better.

Hey! Look at that! Took so long to upload this Spider-man Miles Morales is out, which seems incredible. Don't have it yet ): They poured their hearts in, despite it not being too long. Expect nothing less from the Ratchet and Clank people, aka my childhood lol.