Peter Beard read through the packet that Miguel gave him. Such an interesting place with some firm rules. He already had a job, multiple if you consider being a family man. But it would be good to know about the depths of this spider society.

He glanced about the various areas, inspecting the interactions and the mood.

The sheer size and intricacy of this place felt costly. Who knew how long this took to build. The funds required and the manpower. Well, someone knew.

"What are you thinking?" Adult Miles, Morie, asked.

Beard glanced back at him, "Very detailed. Doesn't look like we're being entrusted with anything other than the knowledge of this place."

Morie nodded, "Nothing new under the sun when you've done this long enough."

Beard chuckled to himself, "I'm rather new to the whole super hero thing, but I'm learning pretty quickly. This place looks like it was a fortune. How many commas do you think he has to afford this?"

"Shoot, at least two."

X

It took a few days but Beard was able to finish the packet that they had been given.

"There was no reason for it to be that thick," PB sighed, scratching his neck, "Ok, well maybe there was, but still."

Obviously this is a very serious situation so there would be a lot of rules and stipulations required. A lot to memorize, internalize and the like. It makes sense. However, it still felt unnecessarily long.

"Don't feel like I've read and studied that much since college midterms," he sighed, going scouting for problems.

Beard still had more than a few questions for Miguel. He could ask them when he returned, but whether or not he returned depended on some of the answers he got.

"Hey," he raised a hand, aiming to get the attention of the small group, "Does anyone know where Miguel went? I had a few questions."

"What questions? Jess might be able to answer them, I'm not so versed in the new packet," Ben commented.

"She probably can, but I always think it's best to ask the big wig. You know, get it from the horse's mouth," he smiled.

Gwen shrugged, "I'm pretty sure him and Hobie went to the private office. Who knows how long they'll be in there."

"Which office is that?"

X

He made his way to the average looking door in a hallway of other average doors. Another keypad, ok, security, he got it.

PB waved his temporary watch over it, getting no response, not even an error beep, "Hmm, maybe it's because it's a temporary," he kneeled down, checking to see if there was a way to type his credentials.

An error code when he put in Peter Parker. Ok, well there are a ton of Peter Parkers here. Maybe New Peter? BEEP. Not that either. Maybe Peter Beard? That's what they all called him.

Soon as he tapped the B of Beard a chime alerted him that the door had been unlocked.

X

"Would you stop dancing around," Miguel rolled his eyes at Hobie's antics, lifting his legs, "You're so weird."

"Took you long enough to notice," Punk smirked, grabbing Miguel's sweatpants and pulling them to attempt to glance in, "Want me to do you next?"

"Nope, that's what I have Parker for," he tossed the items in the nappy bin, "Ok, up," he held Hobie off the bed, leaning down to buckle the skinny jeans back for him, "Don't know how you move in these, let alone dance."

Hobie looked to beard, who was standing at the door of the quiet room, "Uh, just takes practice."

"Right," Mig stood, turning to wash his hands. He saw his newest Peter and nearly jumped out of his flesh, "What are you doing in here!? How did you get in? Lyla!?"

"Oh yeah," Lyla fluttered around PB, "You shouldn't have been able to get in. Looks like there was an error when he typed his name and a glitch happened. System thought he was Peter B."

"Rectify it now," he hissed.

"Uh, well," Beard smiled awkwardly, "I was coming to ask a few questions. I take it this is like a daycare room?"

"Uhm, no," Mig quickly washed his hands, "It's a… quiet room. Somewhere for Jess to express and you know, May and Gunner come in here and play and nap."

"Sometimes Mig naps in here," Hobie commented, pointing to the daybed, "That's why the bed is so big. And in case, like, someone else is asleep we have the couch."

Mig glared at him.

"Uh huh," he leaned over, "And the bed doubles as a changing table for you?"

"For who?" Mig blushed, "Oh, Hobie? Well, when you're a spider-man you tend to be injury prone. And would it really be surprising to know that he needs a little help?"

Beard looked at the forced smile on Miguel's face, "I suppose not."

"Yeah, this is where I get to relax," Punk pointed out, "I have some coloring books, and puzzles, just the things everyone needs to relax. You know what I mean, mate?"

"Sure," he shrugged, looking about the room.

"We'll leave you to it, I'm going to go answer his questions. If you need any help with something let me or someone else know," Miguel pushed at the newer member of the society, attempting to guide him out.

"I got legos too," Hobie smirked, finding any means to be a pest when able, "Look at this one. This is my bug one."

"We have other things to tend to," Mig commented with minor irritation and haste.

"No, see real quick," Hobie pulled Beard over to the legos.

"Hobie," Miguel muttered through grit teeth.

"Here's my mantis, Issac," the wick head held up a lego mantis, "He's pretty cool, and he has this and," as he was playing about with it he accidentally pulled the arm off, "oops."

Mig clenched his fist, eyebrows furrowed in surprise and frustration.

"Well, that's very cool," Beard nodded.

"Yeah, super nice Hobie, you'll have to show him the rest later," he finally managed to yank the older spider away and push him towards the door, but not before whispering back to Punk, "I'm telling!"

X

"How was it with the other heroes?" Richard nearly demanded in excitement.

"It was pretty curious," Beard ushered him to his bed, "Going to require more snooping."

"Like a regular detective," the boy jumped in bed, "So, are they really good guys?"

"I'm pretty sure they are. And there's all types from all over. I'll have to tell you about them later," he poked the boy's head, "Now go to sleep."