I smile as I jump from roof to roof, it's like I'm flying! I grab a flagpole and use it to springboard over a busy street. I stick to the side of the building and crawl my way up, feeling more powerful than ever. I sit perched on the roof of a large building and catch my breath while I analyze my suit through my new helmet. I see an array of different things as I cycle through the filters. I've got infrared, X-ray, night vision, and two more I don't even know what they do, I was too exited to finish the manual. The entire suit has a dark red finish with black web like designs along the outside. The pants are the same hue with a black utility belt separating them. Bullet proof padding on the chest and arms, and insulated to maintain body temperature. The helmet is amazing, the note didn't say what it was made of but it's incredibly lightweight for something so sturdy.

Still something's missing. Fisk called me 'Spider' it has a nice ring to it. I look down at my chest where the dull red is marred only by the black webs. I've got some ideas about modifications but for now those will have to wait. I have to earn this suit after all. I crawl around the side of the building and look at its neighbor, the police department.

I don't expect Fisk's information to be wrong but I need to see it myself. Five stories, but the office I need to get to is on the fourth. Large window, with the lights still on, I can see the desk that holds my target as well as the owner of the office, Captain Stacy.

"The only real obstacle." I realize beating up cops is probably going to be harder than fighting thugs, but how much harder can it be? I flex my fist, I can almost dodge bullets and, with this suit I'm mostly bullet proof anyway. And without their guns they are only human.

I climb up to the roof of the building I'm on before making a running jump to land on the police station. "If I go in from the top that's only two floors to fight through instead of four, I need to figure out what's on this top floor.

[Next day lunch]

Gwen raises an eyebrow curiously, "My dad?"

"Yeah." I shrug nonchalantly, "I saw him in the newspaper last week, and I didn't realize your dad was so cool." Kitty is silent due to the sheer amount of noodles in her mouth; girl loves spaghetti.

She blushes a bit, "I mean, are you really interested in all that cop stuff? I never figured you for a hero." Her grin is almost mocking.

I grin back, "What you don't think I'm heroic?" I feign a hurt expression, "I'm just curious about the job, I still don't know what I want to do after high school."

Gwen looks disdainfully at Kitty for a second before rolling some spaghetti up with her fork and spoon and taking a bite. I think Kitty tries to stick her tongue out at her but there's still too much spaghetti in her mouth for me to be certain. "I mean if you want I could set up like a tour, I'm sure my dad would be glad to show you around."

I'm actually surprised, I though Gwen might know what was on the fifth floor but if I can see it first hand, "That would be really cool actually, when do you think I could go?"

She pulls out her phone, "I'll have to ask ahead, but I think after school on Friday he would be able to."

I hear a coughing to my right as Kitty chokes down the last of her food, when she speaks she's out of breath, "Can I come too? I totally wanna see what it's like, I bet you it's the same as the law and order set!"

Gwen sighs, "I'm sure my dad won't mind. When we go be careful not to touch anything."

Kitty crosses her arms and I decide to speak before another fight can break out, "Good! Friday it is then." I push my half empty bowl of spaghetti towards Kitty. "Want the rest?" She doesn't even hesitate.

Gwen rolls her eyes, "So anyway are you doing anything after school today? You never have time to hang out?"

I chuckle and rub the back of my head, "Yeah sorry about that I'm busy today too. I'm working on a project right now," I still have a few pieces that I'll need to finish my 'project.' "But I promise I'll have some time next week."

Kitty manages to clear her throat for a second, "We'll hold you to that!"

[Friday after school]

After school Gwen, Kitty, and I got on a bus to take us to the police station. The bus route to get us there takes like thirty minutes and I'm wiped from staying up to work on my 'toys', so I decide to catch a nap on the seat next to Kitty while Gwen uses her laptop to start on her homework.

I'm in the middle of a lovely dream when suddenly I feel cold and my face slamming into the side of the bus awakens me. I sit up and rub my jaw as Kitty giggles from the aisle. The confusing part is that she insisted on having a window seat so I was in the aisle. I look at her accusingly and she just shrugs, "I didn't ask you to start leaning on my shoulder."

Oh so that's what happened. "Doesn't mean you have to let me drop." Seriously, I can't believe I spent a whole night keeping watch over her in a junkyard.

There's a click from the seat in front of us and I see Gwen put her laptop away. She turns to us, "This is our stop, let's go before the bus leaves."

The three of us get out and immediately to our right is the police station. It's a lot more intimidating from the ground. I feel the sudden urge to jump at it and climb to the roof, but ignore it as we walk through the front door. Gwen motions for us to sit in the waiting area while she talks to the officer at the front desk. Kitty leans over to whisper to me, "Hey Peter," she takes her hand and pushes a finger through my arm, the same cold feeling as before washes over me. She moves it back and forth through my arm, "OoOo I'm a ghost!"

"Kitty!" The look in my eyes is stern. She instantly stops and looks at me, "You can't do that here." I look back and forth to make sure no one saw, I need to take this seriously, I've made it my job to protect her. "If someone were to see you."

She puts her hands on her hips indignantly, "Why not? It's not like it's illegal or anything."

I notice Gwen turn to start walking toward us, so I whisper to Kitty, "Just don't for now, we'll talk about this later."

She crosses her arms with a humph, "Fine."

Gwen looks at us suspiciously as she walks up, "What was that about."

I wave her off, "Nothing."

She looks at me expecting more but when it becomes obvious I'm done talking she just continues, "My dad will be here in-"

There's a lout voice behind her, "There's my princess!"

She sighs, "Now."

Behind Gwen is the man that I saw through the window two nights ago; he's a tall imposing blond man wearing a suit. I can just make out the outline of a gun beneath his sports coat. He holds out a hand to me, "Ah you must be Gwen's friends, you're Peter right?"

I shake his hand being careful not to accidentally crush it, "Nice to meet you captain."

He shakes his hand for a second after letting go. "Wow you sure have a strong grip. And you don't need to call me that, I'm fine with Mr. Stacy."

Kitty extends her hand, "I'm Katherine!"

Mr. Stacy meets her outstretched hand with enthusiasm, "It's my pleasure miss Katherine. Now who's ready for a tour?"

Over the course of the whole trip I kept careful note of the schematics of the building. Below the first floor are four small holding cells, currently empty. First floor: mostly a reception area with a few desks, the second floor is mostly desks, that's where the majority of the officers are. The third floor looks the same with a few less desks, apparently that's where the special investigations teams would be if they had running right now. The third floor was full of more officers working at their desks. But really it's the fourth floor I was interested in.

"So your office is on this floor?"

Mr. Stacy smiles back at us, "Well that's right there are only two offices on this floor, One for me, the captain, and one for the district attorney."

I look around the floor, more like a hallway mostly glass windows with a two offices on either side. "So, I know you have a gun, but does the D.A. have one too?" It's nice to know what you're up against.

Mr. Stacy looks at me weirdly, "Well that's not really my business, and neither is it yours,and I actually think that's good for the tour."

Kitty asks my next question for me, "But what about the next floor isn't there one more?"

Mr. Stacy scratches his head, "That's the communications room. That's where they organize who goes to what crime scene and answer emergency 911 calls. We can't really go up there now, wouldn't want to disturb them."

Oh that could be a problem, "So they're there like twenty four hours? That must be tough."

"Not twenty four hours straight, they mostly work twelve hour shifts, we make sure there's always at least one person in there though."

I smile with that drop of information. Sounds like I know how I'm getting in.

I spend all of Saturday going over the information I've gathered about the building; entrances and exits, how soon after an alarm is tripped before I run into trouble, and most importantly Gwen's dad's schedule. After all him being in the office would be the biggest obstacle. This isn't just looking doable, it's looking easy. With my strength and with this new suit, they won't even know what hit them.

On Sunday it's time to make my move. I'm in my full suit on the roof of a building about half a block from the station with a small bag. I look down at the spider emblem I spent last night sewing into my suit. If this all goes right no one will see me, but on the off chance someone does. I want to give them something to remember me by. The sun is just starting to go down so I've got maybe fifteen minutes until the next shift change. While I don't think I'll need a distraction better safe than sorry. I pull out one of the guns I took from Fisk's thugs out of my bag. "This should bring them running." Five bullet shots ring out across busy New York as I fire from the roof into an empty alleyway, I can already hear the sirens. Time to make my move.

I jump from roof to roof until I land on the police station. I go over to the ventilation duct and rip the industrial sized ac unit from the ceiling. When I drop through the ventilation duct into the coms room, the last guard of the shift is more than surprised. I'm on him in a second before he can even think about calling for back up. "What the-" my fist hits him in the gut and he falls over. I want to laugh at how easy this is. I exit and go down the stairwell and to my luck it looks like both Stacy and the D.A. are out.

Feeling confident I leisurely walk into the office and towards my target. I take a seat in Stacy's desk and nonchalantly reach over to his bottom right drawer. Locked huh? Good thing I have a key. I pull my fist back and slam it into the lock, my hand goes through the cheap metal as if it were paper. Opening the drawer I easily find the file Fisk asked for to make it look less suspicious I grab a few extra files as well. I put them all in the bag but before I get up I hear a voice. Crap I wasn't paying attention, in front of me is an officer. He's got his gun out and trained on me. "Who are you? Keep your hands up."

I put my hands up calmly and stand up, "Hey there officer, what can I help you with?"

His hands are shaking, must be new. "No funny business man! Stay where you are, reinforcements are already on their way."

Not good, I turn my head and look at the large glass window next to us. "The more the merrier I like to say." I slowly start moving my hands down.

He thrusts his gun at me threateningly, "HEY, keep your hands still! I will shoot!"

He won't, I can see it in the sweat on his brow and in the shaking of his hand. This man has never shot anybody in his entire life. "You're bluffing."

His face turns red, "Don't make me do it man!" I start to walk over to the window watching him the whole time. There's a blast from his gun but I don't even bother trying to dodge it, it's not aimed at me. The glass of the window shatters as the bullet goes through it. "That was a warning shot! Next one goes through you!"

I hear steps coming up the stairs, time to go. "Well it's been fun officer but I have to run. Tell captain Stacy hello." The officer's eyes go wide as in a single leap I jump out of the window. Just as I'm leaving I see the door behind him open as more officers pour into the room. Maybe I cut that a little closer than I intended. I stick to a building across the street and swiftly climb onto the roof. I wave over my shoulder at the dumbstruck officers in the police station window. "Maybe next time fellas!"

This is so much more fun than beating up thugs, is what I think right before I hear the helicopter. "We have you surrounded!" A bright light shines through the twilight at me, " I immediately start sprinting. Luckily the cops don't typically have gunships around so instead of a machine gun I'm still dodging pistol fire. The only problem is how the hell am I going to out run a helicopter?

I jump on to the next roof but the helicopter has no trouble keeping up. I check my wrists as I near the edge of the block. "I didn't have time for testing, so I was hoping not to use these," I almost stumble as a bullet hits the padded part of my back. "But I don't have much choice do I?" There are no buildings close enough to jump to as I leap off of the cliff, I'm durable but falling eight stories would be more than enough to stop me, if I lived. I activate the button on my wrist and pray that my creations work like I planned.

Luckily I am a genius, the sticky 'web' fluid I designed shoots out of my wrist shooter and latches onto a near by building. I grab the web with my hand using the momentum to swing around a corner. I use my other shooter and weave through the buildings, dropping low to try and lose the helicopter. I can't help myself. "WOOHOO!"

It only took me fifteen minutes to ditch the cops, to throw them off though I made sure to escape in the opposite direction of my hotel, which conveniently brought me to the junkyard. I land on the hood of a car and take my helmet off to catch my breath, wide smile on my face, "Who knew that evading the cops would be so fun?"

"It didn't look fun." I whirl around to see Kitty standing behind me with her arms crossed; she looks pissed. "I figured you would end up here so I've been hiding in that car over there waiting for you." I'm actually shocked speechless I really need to work on paying attention to my surroundings. "What the hell were you doing out there Peter?"

I raise my hands defensively, "I can explain." She looks at me expectantly. I sigh, I really hoped to avoid actually involving her with Fisk but I'm not going to hide things from her. After telling her about my powers there's really no point. "It was a job."

She raises her eyebrow, "What do you mean a job? Someone paid you to attack the police station? Who else knows about your powers?"

"No the job was to steal some files," I point to my backpack. "I need the money, I got this suit out of it too."

She holds out her hands and I toss her the helmet. "This is really hi tech. Whoever got you this has money and connections. Is, is this vibranium?"

I shrug, "Your guess is as good as mine."

She tosses me the helmet back, "I want to meet him."

Oh no, "I really don't think that's a good idea, he could think I'm trying to double cross him or something. I'm not trying to make enemies. You should just stay out of this." She gives me the same look she used when asking about my powers. "I don't have much choice do I?"

She shakes her head, "None at all. When are we doing this?"

[Later that night]

I'm sitting on the roof of Kitty's building still wearing my suit underneath my clothes with my helmet in my bag when I hear the door open and Kitty walks out. "Are you sure your folks are okay with you being out this late?" I just really don't want to take her to Fisk.

She shrugs, "I told you they don't care about me. Let's go." She puts her arms around my shoulders.

"Woah woah, what are you doing?"

I can see her roll her eyes from the corner of my eye, "Holding on duh. Now get the lead out!"

Is she insane? "Kitty I'm not going to carry you there by web! If you fall you could die!"

She let's go of me and scoffs, "Watch this Peter." She sinks all the way through the roof into the next floor, before slowly rising again to stand next to me. "You're not the only one that's been practicing. If you do drop me, which you wont, I'll just phase through he ground and you turn around to pick me up again. Besides you were the one dodging bullets earlier so I'm pretty sure I'm the sane one."

I sigh as I realize that this is just another one of those arguments that I can't win. "I guess we better get going then. "

The trip to Fisk's headquarters is only slightly more unnerving than the last time. I swing around to the same back entrance that I was brought in the last time. There's a steel eyed guard around the back entrance but, he looks at me and then looks away, I'm just gonna take that as the go ahead. Thankfully Kitty is quiet, maybe seeing the guys with guns made her realize how dangerous this as and will keep her from doing anything stupid. When we get to the elevator I press the button for the penthouse and we begin ascending, Kitty finally breaks the silence. "So what kind of guy is this Fisk person? I've read like, articles on him but you've actually met him."

I think of the last time I was here, and how the threw me around the room. "He's intimidating. On top of that he's not an ordinary man, he's faster than me." She looks at me shocked. "He was able to grab me faster than I could react. He's strong too. Stay behind me when we walk in there ok?" For once she doesn't argue.

I'm standing once again in front of Fisk's elaborate Oak door, with his two armed guards on either side. I feel the same fear I felt before, an uneasiness with not knowing exactly what's about to happen. I feel Kitty squeeze my arm and actually feel thankful that I'm not alone. One of the guards opens the door and gestures for Kitty and I to walk inside. When we walk in I immediately smell food cooking. Unlike before the atmosphere in the room is actually a little welcoming, maybe that's just because now I at least know who's inside. Hear sounds from the Kitchen and lead Kitty in that direction. When I turn the corner my jaw almost drops when I see Fisk with a 'kiss the cook' apron on stirring at a pot on the stove. He turns and smiles when he see's us, "Ah Mr. Parker right on time, and who is your friend here?"

I'm stunned for almost a full second before I respond. "Uh, this is Katherine a colleague of mine."

He extends a hand to her, and I'm wary of him as she reaches out to take it, "Nice, to meet you Katherine, call me Mr. Fisk."

She actually smiles back to him, "Nice to meet you too, Mr. Fisk."

He gestures to the table, "Why don't you have a seat, I made enough spaghetti for the three of us."

Kitty takes the seat to my right, and accepts the bowl full of spaghetti licking her lips, "Thank you for the food, Mr. Fisk. But how did you know I was coming?"

He chuckles as he hands me my bowl while sitting down across from us. "I know a great many things Ms. Pryde." She looks at me and I shake my head, "Peter didn't tell me anything about you, but a man like me has ways of gathering information. Have you seen the news since your daring escape Mr. Parker?" I shake my head, "They're calling you 'Spider' seems one officer got a good look at the emblem on your chest. Say how are you liking the suit?"

Spider huh, I like it. As for the suit I just give my honest opinion, "It's great, thank you so much for it."

He wipes his mouth before speaking again. "Don't mention it boy, I had it made specifically for you. How about you Ms. Pryde? Will you be requiring a suit?"

She looks up mouth full of spaghetti and swallows, "Um, for what?"

"Well obviously for working with Mr. parker. I'm sure you wouldn't have come here if you didn't care about his safety a great deal. And we both know that the two of you are uniquely gifted."

Kitty looks shocked, "I –I mean of course I want to help Peter."

Fisk smirks, "You two have an interesting choice in front of you. With your abilities it's a simple matter of decision to determine your future. Tell me, will you use them to protect the masses, or maybe raze your enemies?"

Kitty looks at me unsure, I feel her hand on my arm, "Peter, no matter what, we'll stick together right?"

I nod; I want to protect us, Kitty and I, Gwen too. They are important to me, the masses? Who cares about anyone else? "I'll use my abilities to protect what's important to me. To get the things I need to keep the ones I care about safe." I look at Kitty for the last part.

Fisk smiles at the two of us, "Excellent answer Mr. Parker, it seems that we can help each other out."