Satisfaction Brought the Cat Back

Cat And The Beanstalk

Peter

"Come on, guys, I've got places to be," Peter shouted, flipping over the head of his attacker. "I'm meeting my son today, I can't be late."

One of the gang members took a swing at him with a crowbar, but Peter dodged it and spun into a kick, webbing the man against the outside of a warehouse.

"You missed your son's birth, Spidey?" asked the man from his place on the wall. "Come on, dude, even I didn't pull that shit. Who's the real criminal here?"

"You! You're still the real criminal!" shouted Peter, wrapping another of the gang members in webbing and hanging him from the ceiling. "Unless that isn't a pallet of cocaine that you smuggled into the city."

There was a sound of a gunshot, and Peter's Spidey-sense tingled, allowing him to duck out of the way as he webbed the man's hands to the wall behind him.

"Fatherhood is a commitment, man, you've got to prioritize it," admonished the first gang member. "It's not too late to turn things around."

"Hey, it's not my fault," Peter exclaimed, webbing up the final attacker as he tried to make a run for it. "His mom just told me about him a few days ago."

"Damn Spidey," said the guy hanging from the ceiling, "that's pretty cold. Is that the type of nurturing relationship you want for your kid? You've got to have trust."

"We trust each other... well, we're working on it." Peter pulled out his burner phone and called the police to report the smuggling operation, giving them the address and where to find the evidence.

"You're wasting your time, man. Go meet your son!" shouted a gang member once Peter finished the call.

"Yeah, Spidey, fatherhood can be rewarding, don't let it pass you by."

"Thanks for the workout, guys, this was... strangely endearing," Peter said, swinging to the top of the building. He aimed his web-shooters at the underside of a passing 7 train and jumped, feeling the jolt as his webs took hold and swung him back toward Manhattan.

It wasn't long before Peter landed on the rooftop of a luxury high-rise in the West Village. He changed into his street clothes and stuffed his Spidey suit into his bag, entering through the lobby and taking the swanky elevator to the top floor.

Felicia opened the door just as Peter was about to knock and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss.

"Hey stranger, you're just in time. We're having pot pie for dinner, it's his favorite. Want a glass of wine?"

Peter nodded and made his way inside, leaving his shoes on the rack near the door. The top of the rack was a row of small sneakers, and Peter's breath caught at how small they were, like little toys.

"Great place, how did you get moved in so fast? Didn't you just sign the lease a few days ago?"

"I got it fully furnished," Felicia explained, "but the art is all mine."

"Purchased?"

"Some of it," Felicia laughed, winking at Peter. He just shook his head.

She took him on a quick tour, stopping before they walked into the dining room and pulling him in close to whisper.

"I told Wally about you and who you are, but I used to tell him that his dad was Spider-Man. I'm not entirely sure if he buys it yet. He's excited to meet you, but take it slow with him, okay?"