when the hero comes to the one who believes in him¹

CHAPTER TWO

Probably the hardest test for Peter was spying on the bandits - if earlier the red-blue suit helped to get lost in the shadows, then the current snow-white one was more noticeable. Of course, even his suit was lost in complete darkness, but when was it absolutely dark in New York? And the whole problem was that the fabric was covered with special colonies of fungi and mold, which he received during Connors's experiments - some could work as a gas mask, others created mucus to protect against excessive heat, and the third helped to hide from IR sensors. This was all great innovation, but the color of the suit was really annoying.

And now, examining the warehouse buildings in the port area, Peter quietly swore that there were too many lanterns in this part of the city. On the other hand, if it were different, the police would be very interested in what was happening in this place, and that would not be with the hands of those assholes who were unloading several trucks. The boxes with the SHIELD markings suggested a setup from Fury, but Spider-Man could not allow new weapons to enter the streets of the city - the police could not oppose them - neither the number, nor the training. Sighing, Parker carefully climbed higher in order to jump over several spots of light and to be in the right place with a minimum of alarm among the warehouse guards and bandits - he did not want to catch any lead greetings with his chest or head.

-Faster, the boss won't say thanks if we break the deal for him, - a voice rang out, made the young man freeze, leaning against the wall of the warehouse. It was completely dark under the ceiling - the enemy clearly hoped for protection outside. - Johnny, Emil, have you forgotten the place of delivery?

-Everything will be all right, Harley,- said the big man munching an apple near the small van quietly. A wide knife hung at his hip, and a magnum stock was visible in the cockpit. - The main thing is to overload everything in time, otherwise the traffic jams will kill the whole venture.

-It would help, then everything would be on time, - quietly muttered one of the involuntary loaders, looking at the chewing fat man. Judging by the way the two of them were holding the wooden boxes, they were quite heavy. But Peter's attention was attracted not by the carrying of goods, but by a flickering shadow in one of the dimly lit corners of the warehouse - a nimble, dark-skinned figure clearly did not belong to the bandits, since there were few girls among the members of the WG gang, and they all turned around next to their boss ... Frowning, Spider quickly began to calculate the situation, which clearly grew from the usual equation Spider + bandits = fractures-police-prison, into an equation with one unknown, and this was annoying.

Still deciding to first figure out what was hindering him in his simple work, the guy neatly crawled towards the office warehouse, where the unknown disappeared. Despite the fact that the guy thought about the difficulty of finding the unknown, she turned out to be either too frivolous, or pretended to be a beautiful, red-haired woman in a seductive, tight-fitting, chic figure jumpsuit, stood near the switched on computer and downloaded something to a flash drive.

-And who do we have here? - the quiet voice of the young man, made the woman draw out the pistol, directing it at the Spider. With a chuckle, the guy slightly clenched his right fist - small mushroom colonies living on the fabric of the suit faintly glowed, showing his figure. Looking tensely at the young man, the woman relaxed slightly, but did not lower the gun. - And what is the Black Widow doing here? Is it secretly and legally infiltrating the warehouse to find some information? Almighty SHIELD turned out to be that weak?

-What has one of the heroes of the Crisis forgotten here? Is it illegal entry with robbery? - the woman asked in tone with the guy, looking tensely at the guy. A strong physique, a tight suit, an unusual vest on the torso made him quite attractive, and the relief in the groin area forced many women to lick their lips. - Couldn't remove the light, its reflections might attract those idiots.