Fury had been very clear towards Peter.
One more incident this week and you're on desk duty for a month.
Which actually meant: nearly no training, extra classes, more homework, and no patrols. And yeah, none of that was happening if he had anything to say about it. Being extremely wary and careful was the only idea he had when he had the scolding rolling around in his head, plaguing him the rest of the afternoon.
Maybe the Ultimates could take care of Manhattan while he took it slow. He could just...enjoy a weekend with May, or hang with Harry and MJ.
But of course, the universe had other plans for him. Friday afternoon, just after classes ended, he decided to swing back home. (Jumping off the Triskelion with his Web Wings never got old, no matter how many times he did it.) With sunset setting in and a small backpack slung over his shoulders, he made his way through New York, whooping as he did flips and ran over the glass panes of the skyscrapers.
He was about to pass Oscorp when his Spidey-Sense flared up and he jolted mid-air, making him miss his shot. Barely able to shoot another one, he managed to catapult himself over to another building. "What in the world..." he muttered to himself, holding a hand to his head. Sure, his Spidey-Sense could get a little extreme from time to time, but this? "Okay, what's gonna happen now, oh big brain of mine?" he asked aloud, scanning his surroundings.
The streets were running on their regular schedules: kids and adults alike making their way home for the weekend, some faster than others, and some were on their way into the city to celebrate the upcoming evening. (He was lucky he had convinced Luke to take Sam and make sure there was no trouble in the city center with the amount of people there.)
His Spidey-Sense didn't agree with him.
Since it was all sailing smoothly below, and he could spot nothing between the buildings, the dreaded feeling in his stomach only got worse with the second, just before his Spidey-Senses flared up again.
Oscorp.
Of course.
"There will be a day that I don't have anything to do with that company, but I don't think it's happening this decade," he said to himself as he shot a web and swung himself over, much to the enjoyment of some fans that had spotted him perching on the side of the building. He did a quick flip (maybe to shake off the fans, maybe for himself) and salute and was quick to scale the side of the skyscraper.
The fact that he knew half the layout of the ventilation system was as impressive as it was disappointing, but in the situation it proved to be more helpful than not. He moved through the boobytrapped-especially-for-him metal contraption with practiced ease. The backpack made it a little tricky, but he managed. Despite having helped out the Osborn's for more times than he could count on one hand, Norman was still wary of him and his ability to sneak into his building without notice. Not that it mattered, of course. Norman was predictable with his traps, so it didn't take long before he found the source of his headache to be one himself.
Mesmero.
The way he was casually striding through the halls below the vents, as if he owned the building, without a care in the world, was really irking Peter. With his arms behind his back and his head high.
How that idiot had somehow escaped SHIELD was going to be discussed with some high officials later (being triple team leader and Fury's first recruit had its advantages), but for now, he was more focused on some saving and rescuing the man's captive.
Which was, with his luck, his best friend for a long time. And the son of Norman Osborn, owner of Oscorp. And someone who, if something were to happen to him, would undoubtedly be in the news.
