Hope you all like the chapter. There's a 'n' word in the chapter. I am not being racist, it's just for the plot.

Gwen glared with her stormy blue eyes ablaze at the boy before her. The intensity of her gaze conveyed her profound hatred that seemed to reach the depths of his soul.

The boy, sensing Gwen's anger, extended his hand hesitantly as if seeking a chance to explain. "Gwen, I can explain." He pleased.

"Explain? What will you explain? That you're Spider-Man? That you killed my father!" Gwen screamed angrily at him. Gwen's angry scream echoed as she confronted the boy. Accusations hung in the air, challenging him to explain – the possibility of being Spider-Man and the weight of her father's death.

Peter was crestfallen. His expression was full of hesitance as he responded, "I didn't kill your father. I know you don't want to believe me, but I never killed your dad."

"It was an accident, Gwen. I was fighting Dr. Octopus, and then suddenly I saw him saving a boy. He died in my arms, Gwen. I was too late to save him. Even in his last words, he wanted to thank me as he knew my identity," Peter explained slowly, his eyes fixed on the angry girl before him. His eyes pleaded his innocence as he explained the facts to the girl he liked

Gwen understood that blaming Peter for her dad's death was unfounded. Bystanders had confirmed her father's demise resulted from his selfless actions, not Spider-Man's actions. Despite this, a desperate need to assign blame lingered within her. Angry that, despite being a hero, Spider-Man couldn't save her father, Gwen grappled with an unreasonable desire to pin responsibility on someone. She wanted it do badly. To blame someone, to bask and be filled with hate, so that she didn't feel the emptiness which she found inside her after her father's death.

"I could have died yesterday, Peter. That creature was right; your web whiplash could have killed me. But that's not the important part. You've been lying to me all these past days. You never told me that you're Spider-Man," she expressed, the hurt evident in her eyes. "I am your girlfriend; you could have told me." Gwen said looking betrayed.

"I couldn't, Gwen. I had the urge to confess a million times since I met you," Peter admitted. "But I realized that I would only be placing everyone in danger – Dr. Octopus, Sandman, Green Goblin. God knows the number of enemies I've made in this short time. I can't handle anything happening to you just because of me," he replied, the weight of his secret evident in his words.

Gwen sighed, acknowledging that once again, Peter had an answer for every query. She couldn't fault him for his logic. "No secrets from now then," she stated, looking at him and seeking assurance in their newfound honesty.

"No secrets," Peter replied happily, a genuine smile lighting up his face.

He was relieved that he wasn't losing Gwen, Peter reflected on his fears of losing her in every dream. The creature's words hit home – the way his webs were moving, there was a real risk of killing her with the whiplash effect. The mere thought of accidentally causing harm to the girl he loved haunted him, and he knew it would have shattered his soul.

"Why did the Green Goblin kidnapped me?" Gwen asked looking at Peter. The question had been in her mind the whole night. It was hard when she pondered on it. The question had lingered in her mind throughout the night, and he could sense the weight it carried when she pondered on it.

Peter sighed. It was going to be a long explanation.

T'Challa maintained an impassive demeanor as he faced the SHIELD agents before him. His eyes met the lone eye of the SHIELD director, a calculated power move that spoke volumes for the two.

"He fooled us all," T'Challa stated, his gaze fixed on Nick. He was aware that SHIELD and his team were pursuing the same gang. However, the information had led to a false trail, leaving them deceived.

Despite being on high alert last night, everything had ended foolishly for them. The thief had managed to slip away right from under their noses.

"Fisk has somehow acquired a kilo of Vibranium," Fury stated, a hint of concern in his voice.

"It's impossible. Only a pound was stolen," T'Challa replied immediately, maintaining his impassive demeanor.

"Yet the fifteen million transfer from his secret account says otherwise," Fury countered, emphasizing the conflicting evidence.

"That's impossible unless he somehow obtained more of it from other sources," T'Challa replied, pointing out the inconsistency in the available information. They always kept a tight track of the Vibranium. Moreover he was instinctively connected to Vibranium. Somehow he felt when it was being stolen and when Vibranium was near him. However he hadn't felt it. If it was from Wakanda, he would have felt it subconsciously.

"As far as I know, Wakanda is the only source of Vibranium. If he obtained it from another source, then it's going to be tough work," Fury acknowledged, recognizing the challenge ahead.

Fury handed a photo to T'Challa. He slowly elaborated "This is the photo of a boy who went to Fisk's office yesterday. He's the one Fisk paid 15 million dollars. Currently, they're at the registration office, transferring some of his farmlands to his name."

"His name is Kevin Ethan Levin, according to the bank records and various documents. Strangely, there are no evidences of him anywhere, as if he just emerged out of thin air this last week where he hacked into the database to create identities," Fury stated with a smirk, aware that T'Challa wasn't privy to this information. Wakanda may be the most advanced nation, but there were stuffs which none apart from SHIELD known.

T'Challa nodded, recognizing the necessity to meet Kevin. It was crucial to ascertain whether Vibranium was being smuggled without their knowledge. The situation had escalated to a matter of national security.

"I don't think you're handing out this information so freely for no reason," T'Challa said with a frown, probing for the underlying motive behind Fury's openness. He didn't think that the director of the SHIELD was doing it out of good will.

"No. You're not going to confront him alone. We'll be with you there. This is not Wakanda, King T'Challa. You don't have the right to carry out operations like this. You can tag along, though," Fury stated with a smirk, looking at the Black Panther. Afterall it was the truth. A truth which T'challa had to comply with.

Kevin whistled as he entered the hotel, his day had been a blast today. Acquiring land from Kingpin and receiving a new bike as a gift added to his enjoyment. Despite everything being a "gift" for him, Kevin wasn't foolish enough to overlook the true nature behind these gestures. He know the nature of help what Kingpin was doing. The man was trying to make him indebted, though it was his bad luck that he didn't know that Kevin had been a ungrateful bastard all his life. The man wanted his support and favour, and Kevin had no choice but to exploit the opportunity.

Midway through locking the door, Kevin stilled. A palpable sense of someone's presence filled the room, and Kevin could feel it. Years of training had made him spot these things.

"Welcome, Kevin Ethan Levin," a voice greeted him as the lights suddenly lit up. Closing the door, Kevin put on his impassive mask, concealing his true emotions from everyone as he faced the intruders.

"Reed Richards, Black Panther or T'challa, Steve Rogers, Okoye, Nick Fury. It seems I have guests," Kevin stated, looking at everyone in his room. He recognised everyone of them. It was not hard to, considering the research he had done on his quest for Vibranium.

"To what do I owe this sweet pleasure?" Kevin asked, his gaze shifting between the King of Wakanda and the Director of SHIELD. In his opinion, the rest were mere pawns. The two were the only main players in this game.

"You're under arrest for stealing Vibranium from the Baxter Building. Surrender yourself, son," Steve said as he stepped forward. His blue eyes trained at the boy infront of him.

"What? Stealing? You're delusional man. . .The roids must be affecting your mind, Captain America. If Mr. Fantastic would call his friends and ask them to check the vault from which the Vibranium was stolen, they would find the Vibranium there," Kevin replied laughing while he dismissed the accusation.

Kevin looked unimpressed at the people present. It was necessary to play the game; they weren't here for a direct kill, it was evident from the initial conversation. If they were here for kill, they would have attacked first and asked questions later. Sneaking into the Baxter Building again this evening, he had placed the Vibranium back. The lump of metal would draw attention, and it did. Now, it was time to pin the blame on others.

Reed took out his phone and typed something. Immediately, his eyes widened comically as he looked at the screen in stunned surprise and amazement alike. "It's there, King T'Challa, Fury. The camera shows the Vibranium there," he said, amazed and surprised. The boy was right, there was Vibranium there already.

"See, you can't blame me. I've got rights, dude," Kevin replied confidently, seizing the opportunity presented by the evidence.

Fury smirked. Dealing with the boy was proving to be tricky. Whether he had returned the Vibranium or planted a ruse, it only added to the intrigue. The situation and mannerisms of the boy already indicated that he was not a regular thug. However he was no novice here.

"You know, boy, you're right about it. However, you're still under arrest for questioning. Your bank account suddenly has 15 million dollars from Fisk, and you have suddenly gained 100 acres of land in your name. That does warrant questioning. Perhaps we can have my friends from the IRS to snoop around too," Fury said with a smile as he looked at the impassive face of the boy. Surprisingly he didn't react to that threat. Either he was extremely professional or he was to good in masking his emotions.

"Don't forget the Wakandan questioning, Fury. After all, we need to know how these Vibranium bracelets, chain, knives, and hammer are here in his room if he didn't know about them," T'Challa said, moving from the table to reveal the items. His gaze serious as he looked at the young boy of 17 or 18.

"Hmm. You have a good point, King T'Challa. You too, Fury. However, there are certain things you forgot in your monologues. First, no one's got a copyright on Vibranium. Second, I too can get my records clear. If Fisk gave me that much money, surely you don't think he wouldn't have excuses ready. If he's proven innocent, which he will be, then I will be too. And third, which is the most important, if I could steal from Baxter Building's security, which was so pissably poor but advanced for you folks, then what prevents me from killing you all here within moments," Kevin said with a soft laugh. They were good, but he was no amateur. He had survived with the most hardened criminals of the Null Void and dominated them when he could. They were poor opponents compared to them.

Fury and the other heroes tensed immediately. He was somewhat right. The security of Baxter Building was no slouch, and he did it without any help or triggering anything. They couldn't underestimate him.

"However, killing you would bring unnecessary attention. Attention which I don't want. I am strong but not all-powerful," Kevin replied with a sigh. As long as he cooperated, his brain told him this was the best course of action to remain free. And he fiercely trusted his own judgement.

Kevin looked at the armed heroes, ready to throw the first punches. He could potentially overpower most of them, but there was no need for unnecessary violence when he could defuse the situation.

"I have powers. I can absorb matter," Kevin said as his entire body turned to Vibranium, which he had worn as a chain. T'challa was amazed and surprised along with his female bodyguard whose eyes seemed to be boggling in her sockets. Fury seemed impassive, but he could see the glint in his eyes.

"You see, while in this state, I have absolute control of stuff. I become a walking mine of what I absorb," Kevin elaborated as he formed a circular shield in his arms and broke it from himself. His hand grew from his wrist under their surprised eyes. The Vibranium shield remained in his hand while he reverted back to flesh, normal as ever.

"Amazing. You're like a walking mine in yourself," Reed complimented, amazed at what he saw. The boy in front of him was a marvelous object to study. How did he even do that? Reed didn't know, but one thing was sure – Reed was going to have a long talk with him.

"Yeah!" Kevin replied. He took the shield and threw it lightly to T'Challa, who caught it easily. His claws from the suit scratched it, verifying its authenticity.

"It's real. Pure Vibranium," T'challa confirmed calmly to everyone present there.

"How much did you give Fisk?" Fury asked solemnly. The boy was enhanced, and his skills could come in handy for sure. Fury had a plan, but it remained a draft for now.

"A kilo," Kevin replied. He hadn't ask Fisk about his reason for wanting to do so. But then again, he was okay as long he got paid.

"A kilo!" T'Challa said angrily. A kilo of Vibranium could cause so much harm in the wrong hands.

"Hey! Calm down, man. It's not your Vibranium, it's my Vibranium. Not made exclusively or transported from your nation. You have no right to be so angry over it," Kevin replied trying to diffuse the situation. What he said was the truth.

"Technically, he's right," Fury affirmed. T'Challa had no governing authority over the Vibranium the boy made. After all, the Vibranium here was not Wakandan property.

"Of course, you will side with him. You now have a resource for Vibranium that you can mine so easily," T'Challa said vehemently, looking at Fury. He had always understood why his father didn't want to open their country to the outside world. However, he had always been against it. Now, seeing them changing sides over Vibranium, he realized what his father foresaw long earlier.

"Calm down, man. Besides, I only wanted money since I am broke. As for the Vibranium, its location is this. I copied the frequency your country's Vibranium released and changed it. With this frequency, I could always check on its location, just like you do," Kevin replied as he took out his smartphone and showed him the map with the red dot.

"A wise decision," Steve praised. He couldn't help but shudder, thinking of the weapons made by Vibranium. They would be a menace to go against.

"And if it soothes you, I will not make Vibranium unless I need it. Which is practically never, since I got money now. You can take the axe and the other stuff, though. Also, don't pin the blame on me in front of Fisk," Kevin replied with a frown. He didn't want Wakandan sleeper cells or agents trying to kill him everywhere for the rest of your life. They did seemed to be going salty if Vibranium was used wrongly or even mentioned. But then again those niggas would hardly know about free will considering they still got ruled by a King.

"That will be okay," T'Challa said after moments of silence on his part. Besides him, he felt Okoye stiffen.

He couldn't argue with the boy. As much as he loathed to admit it, Wakanda didn't have a copyright over Vibranium. But his people wouldn't like any extra outward source of Vibranium either. They would surely try to assassinate him, especially Hunter or his agents. And they wouldn't have an easy task. Fury and other people of different countries would try to protect him with everything they got. Afterall the boy was their resource for Vibranium. The best thing they could do was to make peace with him and find a compromise.

Kevin nodded. It was a good enough compromise. Besides, he didn't want people on his tail trying to assassinate him at every turn.