Web of Deception: The Webbed Avenger

Chapter Fifty-five: Coming Home

Nobody was sure where the masked vigilante that had called himself "Spider-Man" had gone once he took off through the air, but as Lydia was being escorted out of the Square with Scott, her eyes fell upon the fire hydrant which was kept shut by the webs Spider-Man could utilize.

The webs looked so familiar, and Lydia's eyes narrowed as she thought about why it looked familiar.  As they got out of there, Lydia was still focused on where she had seen that substance before.

Stiles pulled his mask off as he clung to the side of a building south of Times Square, taking in a deep breath with the thought that for the third time, Lydia had been in danger because of something he was involved with.  Scott was in danger for the second time, one being the threat of Harris, and now this.

What the hell is this crap?  Why is it the moment I come back my friends somehow get pulled into my mess?  I can't win for losing, can I?

He groaned as he laid his head back against the glass, his hair falling into his eyes, making him grumble out of annoyance.  Stiles immediately got on his comms link and got a hold of Fury.  "The two making trouble were Pyro and Whirlwind."

"I saw... good job, Spider-Man." Fury said with a special tone on the name he had come up with.  "I must say it's better than The Web Slinger."

"I had to come up with something," Stiles admitted as he turned towards the wall and climbed to the rooftop.  "Dad used to call me Spider-boy when I was a kid.  Whenever we went to the pet store I always looked at the spiders."

"How fitting..." Fury chuckled, to which Stiles smirked lightly as well.  "So, are you coming back or are you staying in Manhattan for a bit?"

"I think I've spent enough time away from home, Fury.  I got a lead on the Michaels... so I'm gonna look into that when I get a chance.  Apparently some bar in Hell's Kitchen is where Brad Michaels tends to spend a lot of time at."

"Alright.  If you need to come back, that room will be open for you Spider."

"Thanks, Fury.  My father have any developments?"

"No.  I take it you're going to go see him now?"

"Yeah.  If you need me, you know how to find me."

Thursday, October 18th

Stiles was now wearing a black leather jacket with a white t shirt, looking like a disheveled version of Derek as he stepped through the hospital doors and made his way to his father's room, making his way right past Melissa McCall, whose eyes fell upon the back of the teen's head.  She didn't recognize the person that walked by her, but she sensed a familiarity in him.

He reached his father's room and opened the door slowly to see his father looking the same as the last time he was here.  His skin was less pale, but otherwise he looked lifeless.

"Hey, pops.  It's been a while." Stiles smiled as he sat down beside his father in the chair, grabbing his hand.  "I'm kinda glad you're not awake right now.  You'd probably give me a bunch of lip about how bad I look, but to be honest I don't care how I look right now.  I've been trying to keep that promise I made you.  I'm looking for the people responsible for the robbery.  I know who their leader is, some telepath named Mesmero.  He's got some powerful connections... and can make people do whatever he wants.  For whatever reason he now wants me.  Maybe it's because I'm a threat to him, or maybe it's because he thinks I might be useful to him.  I don't rightfully know.  The only thing I know is, is that I miss you."