Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Twenty-one: The Lead

Lydia sat down as she got home from her first day interning at Oscorp, happier than she imagined she would be.  There was something truly magical about working at Oscorp that made her feel all giddy inside, and for the first time in a long time she truly felt like herself, not the popular, dumb girl facade that she normally put on.  No, this was the Lydia Martin that Stiles Stilinski could see no matter what, and had fallen for when they were both kids.

She smiled at the thought that tomorrow she was going to get to hang out with Stiles for the first time in years.  Well, there was times where they hung out as a group with Scott, Jackson, and Danny... but that wasn't what she meant.  She meant alone time with him, just the two of them.  It was something she was looking forward to.

Things were starting to feel like she was back to the way she wanted it to be.  Of course, there was only one thing that she needed for it to be that way, and that made her face turn red at the thought, unsure of what that might bring.  She grabbed the spider necklace lightly and laid back on her bed.

Should she tell him the one thing she had always wanted to tell him?  What would he say now?  Lydia was actually nervous, and that was more surprising than anything else.

Stiles walked quietly towards Derek's loft once he left Cora's, and he slowly began to realize what kind of a man the Identity Thief really was.  This was not a man that picked his targets like Stiles originally thought.  Cora did not match any of the previous abductees' descriptions.  The targets always had looked similar, but now Stiles had to think about what the Identity Thief was trying to do.

Was he trying to send a message to someone, to back off?  If that was the case, why would they need to back off, and why take Cora of all people?  Stiles had a suspicion Derek knew more than he was letting on, but that was for another day.  Right about now he had a job to do, and that was to figure out where this metal piece came from.  The engraving appeared to be some business name by the looks of it, even had a symbol but it was so damaged Stiles wasn't even sure he was going to be able to salvage any evidence off of it.

And so, he found himself trying to figure out the secrets of this little piece when he recalled his strange new spider sense ability he had discovered at the house.  It was kind of remarkable, but it was terrifying at the same time.  Could he learn how to find enemies in a crowd and distinguish them from innocent bystanders?  What if he could see people with diseases?  The possibilities of what his Spider Sense could do was truly endless.

Maybe he would have to test this theory of his once he learned how he even activated it.  All he was doing was trying to find something, and he had concentrated as hard as he could.  Now, with his ADHD he would have normally had trouble, but maybe this was a side effect of him having that.

Stiles hadn't been all "spazzy" like he normally was and for the first time in a long time he felt genuinely normal, well as normal as a human spider cross species with a diabolical man like Norman Osborn after them can be.

He continued on his way to the loft taking in the sights of the city, imagining himself in the air flying around.  Of course, he couldn't fly, but he figured swinging from a rope or something of that sort would give the same sensation.

He wasn't even aware that he had climbed to the top of an apartment complex by the time he had reached the top and just stared at the horizon of Manhattan.  Ideas began running through his head about how he could traverse through the city without even touching the ground, and while he didn't know the limit of his powers, Stiles knew that while he was alive, he was going to learn how to use them to his fullest ability and New York City was going to become his playground.

Stiles smiled, truly content with himself for once in his life and laid back.  He knew that he had to get back to his house to examine that metal, but he had to admit that was one hell of a view.