Only One Left [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3: "Who Peed in His $200 Cheerios?"

Peter crawled quickly along the tunnels of the sewer system, trying not to think about all the squishy things his hands were touching and trying to calm his racing heart.

His interaction with Nick Fury, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D, left him shaken up pretty bad.

He knew his spidey-sense would've told him if he was in danger - sometimes even if he was being followed - and it hadn't tingled when talking with the Director; but that didn't stop Peter's paranoia from taking the wheel. He couldn't help but continuously look over his shoulder to see if he could spot anyone trailing him. He wouldn't put it past Fury to send someone to see if they could track his hide-out.

And according to their conversation, Peter would guess that Nick had no idea he was being housed with his Godfather at Oscorp. But the Director definitely wasn't stupid, and could probably tell that Peter was getting help from somewhere. Who else could Peter be talking to when there was no else around? Not to mention the tech he used to fight crime.

Of course Peter was pretty smart himself, and was the one to originally design and create his web-shooters, back when it had only been weeks since he obtained his powers. But once Octavius found out, he helped Peter perfect and furnish his tech (the web fluid was all Peter's brilliant design though). The ear-piece communicator was Ock's idea; this way they could talk to each other without anyone else figuring out who Octavius was. Unless they caught Peter "talking to himself", then they'd definitely knew something was up. That, or think he was just crazy.

Back to the topic though, Peter was almost certain that Nick wouldn't pass off the opportunity to find where he lived. And those agents could be pre~tty sneaky.

Every drop of water or scurrying movement of a bug made Peter's heart race and his eyes skitter around anxiously, looking for any signs of S.H.I.E.L.D agents hiding in the shadows. With paranoia seizing his thoughts, Peter doubled-back numerous times, scurried along walls and shadows, walked through the sewage, and avoided creating any obvious tracks.

It took longer to get the the Basement, but this way Peter could be certain (or at least partially sure) that he wasn't being pursued.

When he finally made it to the small, nearly undetectable entrance, Peter was mentally exhausted and shivering from the cold mixture of water and sewage that soaked his costume. Man did he stink! A shower was his first priority as soon as he got home.

With one last glance back into the dark tunnel, Peter carefully placed the palm of his hands on the surface the concrete wall; he willed his hands to stick, and, using his spider-strength, moved a section of the wall away to reveal another dark tunnel. This one he created not too long after Ock discovered his powers, all under the man's supervision of course. It was the ideal secret entrance because the smooth, slick surface of the sewer wall made it difficult to move; and the slimy surface made it slippery (that is, for those people who couldn't stick to things). It also required a lot more strength to move than your average Joe - it being a thick, solid block of concrete. Not only that, but once scooted back into place, the "door" was near impossible to discern with the naked eye; blending seamlessly into the concrete walls.

Peter scooted the slab of concrete far enough to the side that it gave him just enough room to squeeze through, before he smoothly shut it behind him. Only once the entrance was effectively sealed, did Peter finally begin to feel safe and at ease. He released the breath his pent-up breath and slowly set off down the tunnel.

Gradually, as he walked down it, the darkened tunnel got smaller and smaller, till Peter resorted to crawling on his hands and knees to continue. The space wasn't horribly cramped, and he had plenty of breathing room - or maybe Peter was just comfortable with tight spaces. Either way, he scuttled through the tunnel with casual ease, having gone through the same passage dozens of times before.