A new life beginning

A dark day in Queens

Another crack to the masked man's head as Spider-Man continues his long and drawn-out fight. The masked vigilante had been following a hunch that led him to an old abandoned building filled to the brim with hundreds of packages of heroin and unmarked weapons that were destined to be distributed throughout the city. Peter watched in slow motion as a bullet narrowly missed his head. Webbing the last of what appeared to be the leader's goonies to the wall; he only had to care about who he dubbed the "final boss"

"Hey, buddy last time a checked you're supposed to sell your drugs at a pharmacy." Peter drags his finger across the wooden box holding the substance. Then looked at the dust on his hand. "You're also supposed to keep things clean if you are trying to sell to the general public. Better be careful or you'll have OSHA all over you"

The man in the black jacket furrowed his brow then smirked "You know you're a lot shorter in person... The cameras don't do you any injustice. Though I suppose you must be good at hiding from them. A masked vigilante, especially one that is not with the avengers doesn't sound like something the city would take kindly to. Let alone the police, FBI, or anyone whose actual job is to 'protect this city"

Now it was Peter's turn to furrow his brow as the man Predatorily walked toward him. " though I do with my your bravery." He said with a sly smile . " not many people I know are stupid enough to think they can take on an entire team of Weaponized fighters wearing nothing but a hoodie ski mask and big swimming goggles." Peters's tingle was starting to blare alarms but he couldn't quite figure out what this man's game was. Next thing he knew the man was a foot away from him. The towering man has hardly gazed down at him with a sort of bored expression. "You've got a heart kid too bad I've got a rip it out for you" next thing Peter knows the man stabs him in the stomach. His brain had no time to think before he started to attack the man. He kicked the back of the man's knee causing him to fall to the ground. He was bleeding heavily and the blood started leaking all over his clothes. He could only Focus on making it out alive. He needed to get out. He needed to take this guy down. He needed to make sure the police wouldn't have to call his aunt and say they found him bleed out and alone in some old building. That thought alone sent him into a hyperdrive.

Punching the man in the face over and over and over again. "I. WILL NOT. LET. MY AUNT LOSE. THE. ONLY. FAMILY. THAT. SHE. HAS. LEFT. I WON'T DO THAT TO HER." Landing a blow with each word. The man tried coming back at him with the knife but Peter dodges it that time. Punching the man's hand sent the knife flying.

The man started to sadistically laugh. "Do you think this is it a kid? There are men much higher than me and you just made their Hitlist. Might as well start planning your funeral arrangements now." Peter went to go deliver the final blow to knock the man out only to realize the man was foaming at the mouth. He had eaten what looked to be a cyanide pill. Peter guessed it was to keep the police from questioning him after they make it to the scene.

Peter was in shock. He couldn't believe he made it out with his life. He used his web fluid to temporally close the hole in his stomach caused by the knife. He has thanked the gods that he didn't feel any important organs get injured. His number one objective however was to get home so he could give himself first aid. His spider-sense was going off the charts, but he was in such pain from the stab that he assumed it was his body saying he needs medical attention right now. In reality, it was to alert him to the three men who unbeknownst to him were following him.

Decided running home was his only option. He didn't want to risk passing out from blood loss while swinging hundreds of feet in the air. When he got to his apartment building he looked both ways to make sure no one was around. The men following him hid behind a wall while The vigilante scoured the area before scaling the wall. They watched as The boy crawled in through the window closing it tightly behind him. They took their best guess as to the apartment number and barged into the building.