never be the same || spider-man

hidden agenda

Swinging through the air, Peter kept his eye out for the recycling center that MJ had told him about. According to Karen, he was coming up to it soon, and there would be a few guards standing guard outside. When he got there, there was only a handful of Demons to web up before slipping inside the building. Once in, he went straight to the office, passing large crates on unknown material on the way.

"Karen, record everything I'm seeing, please," he instructed, not knowing what he'd see yet, but he wanted to get stuff on video anyway.

"Of course, Peter."

There was a clipboard on the desk in front of him with a charge to some repair shop he was unfamiliar with. With how large of a charge it was, Peter couldn't help but wonder what was big enough to need to be fixed with a sum that high. Setting it back down, Peter looked around the rest of the office, spotting a large map on the wall to the left of the desk, multiple locations circled in bright red ink.

"What is this?" Peter murmured to himself, looking closer at the map at the locations. "Why are these locations circled? What are they being used for?"

After finding everything he could in the office, Peter decided to walk back out to the room where all the crates were at. He shimmied one open and froze when he saw all the bombs sitting inside. Setting the lid of the crate down on the floor, he gently picked one up and carefully examined it.

"This doesn't look like a normal bomb," he said to himself. "I wonder if these were the same ones used at City Hall. Karen, scan the bombs and send the schematics to my dad."

"Right away."

He poked around for a bit more, but didn't see much else. Outside, he could distantly hear what sounded like a helicopter, so he made his way out to investigate. As he did so, a couple metal discs dropped to the ground surrounding him. He opened his mouth to wonder aloud what was happening, but before he could say anything, red cords shot out of the discs and surrounded him. They tightened and shot off high voltages of electricity, jolting through him so bad he dropped to his knees out of sheer pain. The tech in his suit was going wild, a bunch of different things happening at once due to the immense power surge. A couple strangers coated in white armor surrounded him, pointing strange looking guns at him.

"Stop! He's with us."

If Peter was ever thankful to hear Yuri Wantanabe's voice, it was now. The shocking thankfully stopped as she got closer, an angry look on her face that grew until the strange guards lowered their guns.

"Yuri..." Peter said, albeit a bit weakly, standing up and shaking off the weird power cords. "What's going on?"

"Sable International," she explained. "Mayor Osborn hired them as a security for the city after the explosion."

"They move fast," he commented, still feeling a slight buzzing thrumming under his skin.

"Sable herself is still in a meeting with Osborn at the moment, but they've already got a crew strolling through the city. There was a report of gunfire coming from here, so they sent a crew," she explained.

"Why'd they target me?"

"Vigilantes are illegal," one of the Sable guards spoke up.

"They've got permission from the mayor himself to take you in, so be careful. I won't always be around to save your ass." Yuri sighed as the Sable guards slowly started filtering out once they realised nothing was going to happen there. "Sable is good at what she does. Don't anger her if you know what's good for you."

"Aye aye, captain," Peter replied, grinning as Yuri just rolled her eyes and walked away.

Peter checked if his webshooters were still able to work, considering they had been close to being fried. Just as he was about to swing away, the familiar sounds of the Iron Man suit's repulsors sounded.