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RACING UP & DOWN THE WALLS - PARKER RESIDENCE
Peter Parker's nerves raced up and down the walls. His greatest secret of being Spider-Man, was known to an intimating stranger in a black trench coat, who held him at gunpoint.
So many thoughts swarmed in his small head at once, 'WHAT IN THE–WAIT… He-HE KNOWS?! This is a TRAP! This gotta be! Hammerhead's coming after me! He upped his game. Man, I should've turned him in when I had the chance. Gotta fight our way out of this!'
The man admitted, "Don't deny it, Mr. Parker. I've observed you the entire day. And young fella, you're a handful tracking down, swinging around the city like that."
Peter stammered, "I'm not Spider-Man. You got it all wrong… I only take pictures of him… I promise you that…"
The insistent man seemed unfazed, so the young man readied his web shooters behind his back.
"You mean, you're taking pictures of yourself?… C'mon, don't lie again about it kid!" The eye-patched man accused.
"I don't know what you want sir… but I'm gonna need you to leave," Peter ordered.
"What I want to know is… why're you tampering with your father's things?"
"What do you mean?"
"That pager you've been holding the whole day–I've been tracking you with it"
'Such a rookie mistake! What the heck?! I'm so-so-SO STUPID!'
The man knew Peter tensed up, with him tightening his fist. Especially once Peter distantly heard Aunt May unlock the front door.
"You expecting company?" the man asked.
"It's my aunt… please… whatever you do, please don't harm her. She doesn't know a thing," Peter insisted.
"PETER, DEAR, YOU'RE HOME ALREADY?!" she distantly called for him.
Peter nervously gulped, before he assured her, "Yes… ahem, YES I AM AUNT MAY. I'M JUST GETTING SOME HOMEWORK DONE, THAT'S ALL!"
"You sure you don't want me to bring you something to snack on, while you're working"
"NO!… I meant—no thank you. I'm doing… fine, I'll eat later!"
"Oh, okay then. You study hard in there, and I'll get started on dinner"
'Phew!'
"That took guts, Mr. Parker," the mystery man admitted.
Peter sighed, "Look, I'm sorry for tampering with my father's pager, won't happen again. Here, take it if you want… just please let us be."
Just then, he lowered his gun away from Peter's body, and put away. His hand lingered over to the old pager, as he observed it.
"Why're you messing with it in the first place?"
"I just wanted to know more about my parents, so I stupidly rummaged and found it in his things… it's the only thing that looked somewhat interesting, okay?" he explained. "I didn't know there was a tracker, or anything like that, it just looked so ordinary… maybe too ordinary"
"Just like your father. He's the most ordinary-looking man I've known, yet underneath all of that, he's one of the most impressive, cunning men I've worked with"
"You knew my parents well?"
"Well enough to know that they're still a big deal, at my work"
"You work where exactly?"
"Heh, fair is fair, since I know something about you, you deserve to know something about me," he admitted. So the mystery man introduced himself, "My name is Nick Fury, and I'm the director of SHIELD."
"SHIELD?" Peter asked, as he slowly eased up.
"A government agency"
"That's pretty vague"
"Yeah, cause it's classified, kid"
Peter sat down in his chair and turned to the man.
"Then what do you want? You went through the trouble of tracking me down"
"Just wanted to know why a dead man's tracker would be so active, after all these years. Thought it was a fluke at first… I thought he was actually alive. My heart skipped a beat, thinking about the possibility, of your parents being alive," Fury admitted. "What'd you want to know about them?" he asked.
Peter deeply gulped, before he answered, "I… y'know… want to know what any kid wants to know… is if their parents ever loved their kid?"
It took the snappy Nick Fury a few moments to answer. He had to be careful with his word choice, especially dealing with their son's emotions.
And the best he could come up with was, "They definitely cared about you, Mr. Parker."
"But I wanna hear it from them, Mr. Fury… like a recording, or written message. You have anything like that?"
"I do"
"Then I wanna hear it-"
"It's not with me though. It's back in Headquarters, much with a bunch of their things…"
"Anyway, can I get it?"
"Use this"
"A phone? Thanks, but I already got one," Peter acknowledged, once he pulled out his bulky, cracked phone.
"Your burner phone, young fella," Fury corrected him, once he handed it to the young man.
"Oh… what's a burner phone?"
"My number's the only one in it. Call me once you've decided"
"This stuff… seems very secretive. Bordering on James Bond level"
"Something like that, kid"
"Can you at least, tell me where the place is?"
"Florida"
"Florida?… That seems far"
"Not far enough from your senior retreat"
"You had me bugged too?"
Fury confessed, "Oh, you've no idea, heh."
Once Peter heard that, he frantically checked around his room for anything that wasn't there before.
"That's all I can tell you, kid, till you let me know you're coming"
"If you're gonna go, Mr. Fury, please go through my window," Peter directed. "And take down that trank gun, please! Don't wanna get shot every time I peep out my window," he added.
"Will do, Spider-Man"
"Please keep that between us"
Nick Fury gave him the nod, and in a blink of an eye, he disappeared out the window. Peter ran up to his open window, and peered over, assuring that he and his trank gun were gone.
'This wasn't how I expected my night to go. At least I don't have to worry about the trank gun-'
"PETER, DEAR! DINNER IS READY! EAT WHILE IT'S HOT!" Aunt May announced.
The stressed-out teenager took several deep breaths, stretching out his body, to make him relax, so Aunt May wouldn't suspect a thing. Once he felt just about right, he jotted downstairs and sat his butt at the dinner table. But for five minutes, he kept silent, with his mouth full, the entire time, finishing his lasagna in record time. From across the table, Aunt May took notice of this, especially once he didn't touch the fruit salad she prepared for him.
"Something on your mind dear? You haven't touched your fruit salad," she observed.
"It's nothing, Aunt May," he assured.
"You sure it's nothing Peter?"
Once he looked up, Aunt May gave him this striking, yet worrisome gaze, that he couldn't ignore.
"Actually, it's not. There's this senior retreat, that's in Orlando, Florida-"
"You need me to pay for it?"
"No, it's not that. It's that Liz and her parents want me to go… but there's just a lot of things I need to take care of… here"
"Like what?"
"Y'know… The Bugle, and taking care of you, of course… I'm a busy guy, Aunt May"
"Peter, it's not like I'm ancient. I'm still moving and if God forbid, something happened, Dr. Bromwell will help me out. Not everything has to be on your shoulders, you know"
"I know… I just worry a lot about this place, especially if I'm gone"
"That's why you need this vacation, Peter. Relax, enjoy yourself. You've done a lot of growing this year, and I'm proud of you for that. Your uncle would've been proud too"
"You sure?"
"Of course. Who wouldn't be proud of the young man you've become?" she assured him.
"And now that young man I'm proud of deserves a break and deserves to enjoy the last few weeks of his senior year with his friends. You understand?" she admitted.
"I do… Liz is gonna be so happy about this!"
"I imagine Elizabeth being quite delighted," she lightly giggled.
They shared a quick smile before Peter took a bite of her delicious fruit salad. But there was something else on his mind he couldn't ignore. He needed to get it off his chest.
"Also about the other night… with my curiosity about my parents… There's nothing they've done, that will EVER replace what you and Uncle Ben have done for my whole life. You'll always be remembered for that," Peter confessed.
The way how his aunt softly gazed at him, made his eyes well up. He couldn't hold it in anymore and let them flow down his cheeks.
"No matter what… you two were, and always gonna be the best parents I've ever had," he smiled, with the tears trickling down his face.
Aunt May reached out her hand to him, which her nephew warmly grasped. With a tear in her eye, she expressed, "Don't know if your uncle has ever told you this story, but I had a miscarriage. We kept trying all the time, especially once his brother had a baby boy. He'd bring him around the house and it made me want a child of my own so much. But the moment I realized I didn't want a child of my own, was during that very first week you stayed with us. That's when I knew I didn't want a child of my own, because I already had you. So, Peter… no matter the labels of you being my nephew… you're the best son, I could ever have."
The moment she stopped, Peter rose out of his seat and scurried over to her. He warmly wrapped his arms around her, as they let their tears trickle down their faces.
"Our tears contaminated your fruit salad…"
"Even better"
After eating their desserts and their feelings, Peter washed the dishes so Aunt May could get an early rest.
As he scrubbed those dishes down, the young man thought about his decision…
'Am I really gonna do this? There's so much going on here in New York City like Hammerhead, and imploding buildings! Maybe I could get those situations done now, so I can go to Florida with no worries… for my parents, I know little about… I mean, I already got Aunt May's approval and Florida is where the senior retreat is gonna be… And Liz really wants me to go, and I can't let her down again… since I ditched her tonight. Man, I'm really gonna do this, huh?'
REMEMBRANCE - HAMMERHEAD'S WAREHOUSE
After their big night in Hell's Kitchen, 'The big man of crime,' Hammerhead, and his blonde chauffer silently strolled into the large warehouse. Like a starving predator, the crime-boss lost his patience and edge, when dealing with Flint Marko, formerly known as the Sandman.
'Still can't believe he said no to me. Who is he to say no?!'
The blonde-haired chauffeur spoke up, "That was a waste of our time!"
"You don't get it. I'm not going without muscle. And Marko's very versatile… he's sand for God-sake"
"But he also won't budge. You saw him tonight. He—"
"He's the only chance I got. Montana's in a bind. O'Hirn's still locked up, and so are the rest of those mooks. And now the local gangs gotten taken out by Spider-Man, and Daredevil… Jeez, they're making it harder to build an empire in this city"
"So why try building one? You're set for life, boss, there's no need for you to-"
"I've come all this way, away from Tombstone's shadow. I was the one who got all of them caught… So I'm not going out like this," his voice quivered. "This city's open for the taking, with Fisk gone God-knows-where, Master Planner in Rykers, and Tombstone on house arrest. Yet I haven't done a thing… They created empires, with as much time as I have… yet look where I am?" he spat. But he stopped himself from shedding a tear and sucked it up. "Exactly… I've done nothing," he pointed out.
"I wouldn't say exactly nothing, boss"
"Stop it. You don't have to lie"
"I'm not. You've accomplished so much—outside of this business"
"But I want to be remembered for this business… for the time and energy I put in it. I don't wanna go out like a mook!"
"How do you want to go out then, boss?"
"I wanna go out with a bang, not on a whimper. I wanna go out, knowing I went out on top—And maybe I figured out how I can be on the top… I just need time—"
Hammerhead gave more thought into this impulsive plan, and realized he needed the help from a veteran in this business, the Tinkerer.
"You have a way to get to Mason?"
"Yes, I do, boss"
"Then let's get outta here"
MOURNINGS - OSBORN MANOR
Recently, mornings have been a grind to get through for the Osborn heir. Harry would wake up from an okay night's rest, and drag his feet to survive most of the day. It wasn't till the night when he truly felt alive. Especially once he exerted all of his energy and rage into boxing or tinkering with his father's inventions. Anything to keep him busy, away from the temptation of Globulin Green. Yet he had to go to sleep, to ease his mother's suspicions. That's when the burden of being the Osborn heir crept up on him, constantly waking him up in the middle of the night. He'd lay in his bed, wondering if every action had pleased his father as he watched down at him. He'd think of plans that he naively thought would save Oscorp from their competitors.
And that just like every recent morning, right as he was falling back to sleep, a loud knock on his door caught his attention.
His butler called out, "Master Harry, are you awake there? You're gonna be late for school…"
Not long after, Harry came out of that door, appearing tired, and a complete mess. But at least, had a new, clean outfit on. Good enough for Bernard.
"Master Harry, are you alright?"
The young man yawned, "I'm fine, Bernard… just tired."
"Okay, good thing I had made some pancakes to wake you up which you can take on the limo," he handed him the large paper lunch bag.
"Where's my mom?"
"On the couch, watching the news, sir"
When Harry peeped over to see her, it alarmed him to see her weeping, while she watched TV.
"Why is she crying?"
"Because sir… she received unfortunate news"
"What news, Bernard?"
"Unfortunately, it appears that her good friend, Donald Menken passed away last night"
"Mr. Menken passed?! How? And wait a sec–who'll be the new interim CEO for Oscorp?"
"Many reports suggest it's likely that majority share-owner, Mr. Roderick Kingsley will be CEO in the meantime"
"They're not even considering mom?"
"Doesn't seem so. But let's off the business talk, you still must go to school, Master Harry"
Right as Harry grabbed all his belongings, he glimpsed at his grieving mother on the couch, with concern in his eye before Bernard escorted him through those double doors.
MIDTOWN MANHATTAN MAGNET HIGH SCHOOL
For twenty minutes, an anxious Peter waited by the front of the school, by the large water fountain, for his girlfriend, so they could instantly start studying for the Anatomy Unit test. He had all of his materials out, glossing over the aspects of what he believed Liz needed to retread or memorize. Huh, it was still baffling to him, that he had twenty spare minutes, with New York City running smoothly in the morning… so far.
'Maybe New York City can be safe for the week I'm gone… Who am I kidding?... Hammerhead's still out there. He's the main thing I gotta take down before I go anywhere.'
From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Liz strolling through the archway, beside Sally and Rand.
Once she caught sight of him, she waved off her friends, stomping to him, "Petey-"
Instantly, Peter softly grabbed her hand and pulled her close to him.
"Before you start, I'm really sorry, Liz, for last night. I wasn't there to help you study for the test. So, since we got like—ten-ish minutes before school starts, let's go study right now!"
"Really, right now?"
"Yeah"
"Let's get to it!"
They crouched down by the water fountain and sped through their entire flash cards. It took less than 8 minutes to review everything she needed, decreasing her anxiety for the test, while increasing her confidence with the difficult material.
"Thank you Petey!" she softly pecked his lips once they were done.
As they strolled their way to class, Peter finally mustered up the will-power to tell her, "Also by the way, babe…"
'Babe? C'mon, Pete… seriously?'
"Babe? Huh, that's new. What's going on?" Liz subtly giggled.
"So, turns out… I actually can go on the senior retreat," he excitedly announced.
"Wait-really?"
He slowly nodded in response.
She playfully jabbed at his shoulder, "Don't play with me, Petey!"
"I'm not," he assured her.
Once she heard confirmation, her lively, deafening scream of joy, pierced through his, and everyone else's ears.
'AHHH MAN! I forgot how loud she screamed. Note to self, wear earplugs next time'
"But I still gotta figure out a way to pay for it," he acknowledged.
The moment he mentioned that, she whipped out her wallet, filled with cash, "You know what, I realized I never paid you for the tutoring sessions"
"Tutoring from last year? Nonono Liz… you don't have to, really-"
She wrapped her arms around him and had this look in her eye that he can't deny, "Yeah, I do… especially for my favorite tutor. Those sessions helped me out a lot. I got a B+ in chemistry!"
"That was all you," he uttered as his cheeks blushed.
"I promise you, without your help, my mom would've killed me"
"Your mom's nice… she would've thrown you into the lion's den, but would've grabbed you by the VERY end"
"Shut up…" she giggled. "Look, I WANT you to come with me. And I'll do anything… I'll even stuff you in my luggage if I have to," she insisted.
"Y'know, if you want to pay so much, you could just pay half, and I'll pay half."
Instantly she softly pecked his lips and sealed the deal.
However, she remembered his earlier-valid reasons, of not going. She asked, "But why the sudden change of heart? Did all the supervillains just disappear?"
"Wish it were that easy but… Liz… that's the other thing I've been meaning to tell you. So please keep this between us," he urged.
"Of course"
"Alright, here it goes…"
It took him three uninterrupted minutes to catch her up with his entire situation; With this mysterious eye-patched man from a government agency that's in Florida, and how they can help him learn more of his parents, who were apparently super-spies. All of this left Liz with a confused scowl on her face.
"So that's why…you're going to this retreat?"
"Also wanting to spend more time with you-"
"Petey, you know, I'm really pulling a lot of strings for us to even share the same room together"
"I know, and keep doing that, since it'll make this much easier"
"For you to sneak out?"
"Basically—Are you mad, because I get it-"
"I'm not mad, Petey… I mean, I gave you the idea, and who am I to keep you from getting closure? But I hope… this is a onetime thing"
"Yeah, it should be onetime thing."
"You promise?"
'Remember Peter, don't make promises you can't keep!'
With an earnest look on his face, he gazed into her soft amber eyes, and puppy-dog look to her face. And knew that's the face of someone who you shouldn't disappoint, especially with a false-promise.
"I… promise. Plus, how many times can you listen to your parents' last words?"
She lightly giggled in response, embracing him.
Suddenly, the morning bell roared through the hallways, which meant hoards of students incoming.
"See you in 2nd period!" Peter smooched Liz on the lips, before rushing off to his first-period class.
THE HEIR - MIDTOWN POLICE DEPARTMENT
While students went to their schools, the adults had to go to work. But Harry had different plans as he ordered his driver to bring him to the police department. He didn't care if he was late, he'll take the after-school detention. He just couldn't get the death of Donald Menken out of his head, especially if he had information that could help the investigating officers.
So he anxiously entered the police department and waited at the front for somebody to chat with.
"Hello…" Harry voiced.
But nobody heard him, with the precinct in disarray. Many of the police officers were constantly exiting, responding to other reports across the area. And there was the Captain of the Midtown Police Department, George Stacy, who appeared so flustered, with the madness in the place.
Harry was nervous to even look at the intimidating man, since his ex-girlfriend could've told her dad anything.
Meanwhile, other officers intently watched the LIVE press conference discussing the tragic news, with Roderick Kingsley came out, to insincerely mourn the loss of Donald.
"I don't buy this one bit," Captain Stacy admitted.
"Yeah, without a doubt, our main suspect is Roderick Kingsley," Officer Carter acknowledged.
"For obvious reason," Officer Davis added.
"My main thing is how did Kingsley get a hold of that technology?" Officer DeWolff observed.
"Someone on the inside, perhaps?"
Harry waved at them, catching their attention, "UH-HELLO… ahem, good morning, officers…"
From their looks alone, Harry knew those officers never expected to see another Osborn in their midst.
Captain Stacy approached him, "Yes, Mr. Osborn? Shouldn't you be in school?"
"I know, I will be—after this…but I got information on Mr. Menken's death"
Their eyes sprung up, once they heard this, so instantly, they brought him into a small interrogation room.
Once The Osborn Heir sat in the small room, he mentioned, "Okay, first things first, I overheard during my mom's meetings with Menken, Roderick Kingsley is a majority shareholder of Oscorp, he does have access to nearly everything…"
"With his motive being taking over Oscorp?"
"Yes"
"Wouldn't he go after the Osborns then?"
"With my knowledge of their business, since Norman Osborn's death is that Menken made all the decisions"
"Exactly"
"Why destroy a whole complex then?"
"Make it as loud as possible, so Menken's death feels more like a casualty than… a murder"
"It's calculated chaos"
"Wow, was he really that easy of a read? Cuz y'all got it down," Officer Davis acknowledged. "We don't get much of this in Brooklyn," he admitted.
"Unfortunately, we've had too many situations, where this becomes clockwork," Captain Stacy confessed.
"Hmmm… all we need now evidence against him—that'd get us a warrant against him"
"Maybe I know a way we get that evidence, to put him behind bars for good," Harry informed.
MANHATTAN, NEW YORK CITY
During Peter's entire school day, another thing took up space in his mind: "How was he supposed to get Hammerhead in cuffs, right before his trip started?" The whole point of vacation was supposed to take his mind off of the madness that is, New York City, and he can't have that mental break if Hammerhead still ran things behind the scenes.
'I should've turned him in when I had the chance! Note to self, procrastination isn't good, anywhere'
So after school, the webhead swung around the enormous city, and searched for him or his gangs… or what was left of his gangs. But it wasn't easy since the reclusive Hammerhead doesn't make many public appearances, even during Tombstone's reign.
"C'mon Hammerhead, I just wanna go on vacation with no worries please!" the young hero whined.
He'd always be stuck in that royal blue car with the gold rims all the time… Maybe that's what Spidey should look for. Not the man, but that familiar car.
A few moments later, his immense hunt for the crime-lord made his stomach growl, so he needed to take a break and eat. But he had no food on him, and he forgot to bring his wallet.
'Classic Parker luck! UGHHH—I knew I shouldn't have swung on an empty stomach! I also probably should add pockets to the suit'
Suddenly a familiar voice beamed out to him, "YO SPIDEY! WHAT'S UP!"
The hero gazed down to see his ecstatic number one fan, Flash Thompson, and his girlfriend Sha-Shan, waving at him, while standing in line for the local hot dog stand. He lowered himself down and met up with the couple.
Spidey asked, "Hey fanboy, you think you can do me a favor?"
"ANYTHING FOR YOU SPIDEY!" Flash instantly answered.
"Can you get me a dirty-water hot dog for me? I'll pay you back-"
"You got it! Don't worry about paying me back"
"Thanks man!"
"You wanna wait in line, with us? Or you on the clock right now?"
"Uh sorta on the clock right now—trying to catch Hammerhead"
"That's exciting Spidey, you're definitely gonna get him!"
"Thanks for the support"
The red & black spandex-wearing hero stood out like a sore thumb, in the hot-dog line, which caused more attention from incoming people in line. But a free hot dog was a free hot dog.
"So… uh—where do you guys plan going to college?"
"I'm still a junior, but I am eyeing Columbia University"
"And I'm split on going to college"
"Why?"
"I got two options, ESU or the Army"
"Army?"
'The fact Flash Thompson is even considering the Army is something I never expected to check off my bingo card'
"Yeah, the recruiters have been on me since day one, and they're slowly convincing me… but I already got into ESU, I don't wanna be remembered as the guy who passed on ESU. My parents will rag on me till the day I die"
Sha-Shan added to the conversation, "Which is why I'm telling him to relax. It's his future, not his parents' future. You're gonna make that choice that'll live with you till the end of time"
"It's alot of pressure babe"
"Completely get it—it's alot to live up to your parents' expectations"
"Right like-"
Spider-Man confessed to the young couple, "It's so weird. Like it has a hold on me, especially on what they thought of me during their last mome-"
Mid sentence, he got distracted once he saw the familiar royal blue automobile, with gold rims erratically drive past him. The car had tinted windows so he could barely make it out the distinct crime-lord's silhouette, but it was him.
'Speaking of the devil'
Luckily their hot dog was up next, which Spidey snappily grabbed his hot dog to go.
"Anyways gotta go, nice meeting you both! And thanks for the hot dog Flash!"
"YES! SPIDEY SAID MY NAME BABE! WE MADE IT BABY!" Flash celebrated, being as giddy as a schoolgirl.
Once the web-swinger turned away from them, he quickly shoved that delicious hot dog in his mouth. A couple chews later, he closed up his mask, and chased after the crime-lord's car.
'So gonna regret eating while swinging—but duty calls!'
Hammerhead's car went at a blistering speed, ignoring all traffic signs, and dangerously blindsiding other drivers.
'That kind of driving won't be passing no driving test anytime soon!'
Unsurprisingly, a couple of cop cars were also on the car's tail. But they weren't fast enough… HECK, the web-swinger wasn't fast enough. That's when he realized he needed to catapult into a speeding car.
'Never tried this before on a speeding car. There's a first for everything!'
But that wasn't the best decision because once he launched himself at the car, the car sped up, which his face splat on the rear bumper of the car, leaving a big dent.
'Not my money maker!… how's Liz gonna tolerate me now?'
Spider-Man was stunned for a second, before he launched himself out of the busy road. Looking above, once he caught sight of the speeding car, he alarmingly noticed smoke coming from the front of the car. With no time left to waste, he launched himself to the car, weaving past everything else.
"YOU GOTTA STOP! DON'T YOU SEE THERE'S A LITERAL FIRE IN YOUR ENGINE!"
But once he caught sight of the blonde driver, he felt a change of direction. The car recklessly drifted in the intersection, and the moment rear wheels lifted off the ground, catastrophe struck. BOOM, the car erupted ferociously on fire, while twisting in the air.
'OH MY—HAMMERHEAD NO!'
The burning car headed toward a local sandwich spot, with plenty of people rushing away. Instantly Spidey knew all he could do was prevent anymore collateral damage, so his adrenaline kicked into high gear, and he sputtered every web he could to prevent it from hitting the store.
"Please hold, please hold, please hold," he anxiously repeated.
It held… for a second, till the heat melted away at the initial web. So after expelling a whole thick layer more of web fluid… it held it down long enough before the fire department came.
'What in the world, Hammerhead? I don't even wanna know what goes on in that thick skull of his… Is that how you're gonna go out?!'
With relief, he went over to check on the store owner, and everyone around him.
"Is everyone alright here?!"
"All good, thanks to you, Spider-Man!" the store owner applauded.
But underneath the mask, Peter didn't feel all that cheery, because a man lost his life… not a man he's fond of, but a man with great potential, lost because being a power hungry fool.
ALLAN RESIDENCE
Once the winded hero finished his patrol, Peter arrived to Liz's home through her window and rushed into her restroom—feeling sick after his patrol.
Liz peeped, "You okay in there?"
"Will be, thanks!"
He's so glad that he could use Liz's room as a sort of haven for him… especially helped when her place was so much closer to the city than his place. Twenty minutes of pondering, and constipation, he finally got out of the restroom. The instant he did, he dropped to his knees, and laid on the floor of her room—
"I knew I was gonna regret eating while swinging!"
"I heard a ton of sirens passing by, what happened?"
"Hammerhead happened. Still can't believe he went out like that—he literally went out in flames"
"Sounds terrible!"
"Exactly, I don't know why he did that to himself. It's more shocking than anything else"
But with crime-lord out of the picture, it finally meant Peter could use the burner phone the eye-patched man 'gifted.' He reached into his bag and finally whipped out it.
For a sec, Liz was confused, "When'd you get a new phone?"
"I didn't. Remember the guy I told you about. He gave it… he calls it, a burner phone"
He found his number instantly, being the only number in the phone. 'Fury wasn't kidding,' Peter chucked to himself.
'I'm coming to Florida in a week, Fury' - Peter Parker
…
BRINGING JUSTICE TO US ALL - MIDTOWN MANHATTAN
It was a bustling rest of the week, for that Midtown unit, comprising Captain Stacy, and Officers Carter, DeWolff, and Davis. They searched for evidence that could link Roderick Kingsley to the death of Donald Menken, and the destruction of that condo complex. With the help of the young Osborn Heir, they did. Harry wasn't a genius hacker or innovator, but he was good with repetition, which he knew there was a hidden camera in the loading docks that could prove the man's thievery. Wasn't entirely hard to find security camera footage of some of Kingsley's men stealing inventory and prototypes from Oscorp. The officers seized the opportunity to get a warrant from the judge, which was the longest part of this process, being one day. But once they did, the unit went after the socialite Roderick Kingsley and arrested him.
All the socialite did was smile during his arrest.
Roderick Kingsley expressed before getting forced into the cop car, "Fair—the pigs got me. But can you blame a man for using this technology? Menken wanted to subdue its potential—FOR WHAT GAIN?! That dead fool didn't understand… this Oscorp technology wasn't just a product—it's power. What the OH SO GREAT Norman Osborn created it for… and you're going to put me in jail for deleting the weak, then so be it."
From afar, Harry watched the man's arrest and still heard everything. Captain Stacy noticed this and approached the young man.
Captain Stacy acknowledged, "What he said was nonsense. Your father would be proud you helped us take down the man that stole from your company. Pat yourself on the back for that one, son."
Officer DeWolff informed, "Captain, we did inventory on all of it. Yet one prototype is still missing."
"Rest assured, we'll find it"
Harry definitely was 'rest assured' since he knew where the other prototype was, down in his lair below his home. Being a prototype OsDrone, it had untapped potential, which the teenager would happily have.
Closing out the week, Peter paid for his half the payment for the retreat, in the nick of time too, since the deadline was at the end of the week. He already told Jolly Jameson he needed time off to go on this retreat, which the editor-in-chief screamed his heart out. But they agreed, before he left, Peter better have plenty of great quality pictures of Spider-Man. That wasn't hard at all.
But on that Sunday night, Spider-Man had to make sure that the city was good to go on the trip. Who knows, after one night, New York City would be in shambles if he didn't intervene.
Luckily nothing extreme happened, just the typical mugger and car thief, but there has been little of them. Which was why patrolling through the night got quiet. No Hammerhead, no other megalomaniac to derail the peace—nothing.
'That's a good thing… right?…or is there something else brewing?-C'mon Pete, just relax for a sec–you're finally gonna go on a vacation tomorrow! It's gonna be okay'
Finally, that bright Monday morning struck, and Peter and his aunt got a ride from the newly licensed driver, Mary Jane Watson, and her Aunt Anna. They arrived at school extremely early, a tad too early for Peter's liking. The teenagers got all sorted out, grabbing his and Mary Jane's baggage, and packing it on the bus.
Finally, once everyone packed all their luggage onto the bus, all Peter needed to, was the hardest part. Bidding farewell to his Aunt May. When he was a little boy, he had never imagined leaving the state of New York, especially without his Aunt May and Uncle Ben. But there he was, no longer that little boy, about to fly in an airplane, for the first time in his life.
"Awe have fun Dear! Be safe! Message me when you get there and don't forget to take pictures!"
"I will! I love you and please stay healthy while I'm gone!"
"Love you too, dear! And I'll stay healthy to not make you worry at all during your trip"
"Thank you… See you in a week, Aunt May!"
'Orlando, Florida, you better be ready, cuz here we come!'
TO BE CONTINUED…