What Tangled Webs We Weave

Chapter Three

Peter woke up to someone opening the door, him having slept against it.  He fell face first onto the floor as the door shoved him forward.  He let out a long groan.

"Woah, sorry Pete!"  Tony said, surprised.  "Did you sleep here?"

"Maybe," Peter muttered, even more muffled by the floor.  "What do you want?  What time is it?"

"Easy, sleeping beauty," Tony chuckled.  "It's six o'clock.  I just-"

Peter immediately jumped up from the floor, ignoring the carpet scratching up face.  "I overslept!"

"Really?"  Tony raised an eyebrow.  "Why did you want to wake up earlier than six?  When we said you need to wake up earlier..."

Peter shook his head and went to his closet.  "Er, no, not that."  He tried to quickly come up with an excuse.  "Well, yes that.  The plans changed.  She asked me last night over text if we could move it up earlier.  So, I need to get going soon."

Tony's eyebrow stayed up, obviously not fully believing that.  "Right..."

"Come on, dad.  Don't you trust me?"  Peter felt awful right after saying that.  He was about to go and try to fight some men that knew who Peter was and he asked if he trusted him.

What an idiot.

Tony sighed. "Alright." He went to the door and glanced at Peter before leaving, shutting the door behind him.

Peter stared at his hands for a minute, upset at himself.  This was dumb.  He should go and-

No.

He had to do this.  He couldn't let these men run around free, knowing who he was.

He went to his closet and pulled out his suit.  He put it on with shaking hands.  He slid his mask into his backpack and put jeans and a sweater on over the suit.

He hesitated before leaving his room, walking at a quick pace.

Steve and Tony and were at the table, talking in hushed voices.  They both stopped and looked up when he entered.

They were talking about him. Peter knew they were. He hated it. His face grew hot and he immediately left without bothering to say goodbye.

They were probably going to question him when he got home, but he didn't care.  Right now, Steve and Tony were the least of his problems.

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Peter arrived at the abandoned building he had seen the man enter the day before.  He rolled up his sweater sleeve, making one of his web cartridges visible.  After making sure no one was looking, he shot a web at a nearby building and let it take him up to the top.

He landed on the roof and immediately ducked down low.  He had to make sure that if anybody came by, no one would see him. 

He hesitated before sitting up and pulling off his sweater and jeans, leaving him in his Spidey suit.  He shoved the clothes into his backpack after pulling out and putting his mask and ducked down again and kept his eyes on the road.

Man, these things were boring.

There was nothing to do but watch, and for a long time nothing really happened. He saw a cat eating a helpless little bird, a few annoying teens throwing rocks at said cat, and some things that he will never unsee, no matter how many times he will bleach his eyes.

It had been a few hours and he hadn't seen anything.  He was ready to go to the mall early, get some coffee or something, when he heard the sound of an opening door.