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      Peter Parker slowly dropped into the Wearhouse that he saw the Vulture walk into. It was quiet. Too quiet. Peters day had been pretty eventful up to this point. After successfully asking Liz Allan to his school's homecoming dance, he spent most of his day preparing for it with his beloved Aunt May. But when picking up his date for the dance, He made a shocking discovery: Liz's father had been the man he had been battling for weeks, the Vulture. The Vulture had been driving Liz and Peter when, in a conversation including the three of them, he realized he had been talking to one of his best enemies: Spider-Man. Peter had known that his identity had been found. The minutes that followed were terrifying for Peter. The vulture could have killed him on the spot. He already had a gun out. He could of. But he suddenly remembered that Peter had saved his daughter about 1 week ago in DC. Instead, had threatened to kill Peter if he ever interfered with his work again. 

"I'll kill you and everyone you love"

Those words echoed in Peters head as he walked out of the car and through the school doors. Every step he took seemed to slow down time more and more. Looking through the doors he saw everyone having fun. He saw Ned talking to Michelle. Everyone was dancing and as usual, too busy to notice something was wrong with Peter. Suddenly the dance didn't seem so important anymore. He had to stop the Vulture. He had too. He ran off, leaving Liz by herself. After Tony Stark had taken his suit, Peter had no choice but to take his old homemade one. Another known villain, the Shocker had battled Peter the moment he stepped out the doors of school, but of course, the Shocker had been defeated. Peter had taken Flash Thompson's car (Driving that vehicle was the most incredible thing in the world) and with the help of Ned, they had tracked down Peters phone, which he had purposefully left in the Vultures car, leading him to the warehouse. 
Peter walked into the warehouse only to see the wings that the Vulture had designed, just standing there. But then, he heard noises coming from the other room. That had to be him. The warehouse was dark. It was hard to see. Peter swung to the other room and there was a desk with a lamp on it showing the Vulture, standing there working on something. By this time Peter was furious.

"Hey!" Peter screamed out. His voice echoed throughout the warehouse. 

The Vulture dropped one of his tools.

"Surprised?" Peter asked.

"Oh, hey Pete" The Vulture said while turning around, "I didn't hear you come in"
"It over I got you!" Peter walked closer to the Vulture
"You know, I gotta tell you Pete: I really, really admire your gritten. I see why Liz likes you. I do. When you first came to the house, I wasn't sure I thought 'Really?' but, I get it now" The Vulture said.
Peter stopped walking. He was confused. Experience from his last big fight thought him that fights usually don't have this much talking. Maybe this was one of the unusual fights  

"how could you do this to her?" Peter said trying to get back on track.

"To her? I'm not doing anything to her, Pete. I'm doing this for her"

"hmm. Yeah" Quickly, Peter shot a web at the Vultures hand, which was lying on the side of the desk. The web also hit a beer bottle, causing it to fall over. The vulture looked down at his hand, then back at Peter and sighed.  

"Peter. Your young. You don't understand how the world works"

"yeah, but I understand that selling weapons to criminals is wrong" 

"How do you think your buddy Stark payed for that tower, or any of his little toys?!" The Vulture snapped, "Those people, Pete, those people up there the rich and the powerful, they do whatever they want. Guys like us, like you and me, they don't care about us. We built their roads and we fight all their wars and everything, they don't care about us. We have to pick up after them, we have to eat their table scraps......that's how it is."