Attack on Hero Part 9

-Peter's hideout an hour later-

Peter laid back on the edge of the roof with his attacker's cat like mask on his face. Tied up to his left next to him were the two of the stronger attackers among those that cornered him. They here tied onto the one of the chimneys of the roof held in

The male one in purple and the other female in black with the cat like mask. Miles's mask was discarded on the floor not far from their them. He quite surprise to when he discovered who they were but not entirely shocked with that knowledge. He had his suspicion the moment he laid eyes on their form. Cypher was becoming increasingly effective with its profiling of individuals into detailed bio-data based on his observations since his recent deep dive into the meta-verse.

Their height, visual data, voice, auditory data, and many other little snippets of information were compiled by Cypher through the use of his heightened senses and put through various simulations and Meta-Verse sweep to identify them without their mask on. The easily identifiable faces of the thugs were a dead giveaway too.

From that he had a rough idea of what exactly went down and why they attacked him. Sadly, for them they didn't realize just who he was yet, but they would find out, he quickly realized he could use their situation to his advantage.

After identified and taking care of his attacker's he decided it would be in his best interest to have a little chat with the two he deemed the strongest of the group. The rest of their gangs were locked in their own vehicles via crystallized blood binding them to their seats in that alleyway.

They're binding would dissipate in the next few hours; by then he would be done with the two he had dangling over the roof.

Peter remained slouched against the edge of the roof, laying back with one leg over the edge with his face facing the sky, while he waited patiently for his 'guests' to wake up; using the time he had to surf the meta-verse.

His pupils glowing bright neon blue behind the cat mask.

He checked in on Fisk's situation using the various security cams in the hospital wing he was in. The big man was still out for the count, but his pulse was steady and according to the doctors file's he'd be up in a few days.

After making sure he had everything he needed he dove into the darker parts of the meta-verse and government domains for any information he might need regarding the two he had tied up.

His virtual clones worked wonders.

A few minutes later their twitching got his attention, slowly the two came to and realized their position, glancing at Peter and then to their masks.

Miles was the second to wake up as Felicia has been faking her unconscious state for the last thirteen minutes, maybe she thought Peter wouldn't notice if she did and Peter gave her no reason to think otherwise.

Peter noticed though the moment her breathing pattern changed.

Miles struggled against his bindings violently attempting to break through them. Whatever he wanted to say was muffled by the bindings covering his mouth which made him try even harder. He glared at Peter furiously as he squirmed against the invisible bandages that tied him in place.

Felicia was the first to let out a long sigh before whispering under her breath. She leaned back into the concrete chimney as she spoke.

"Miles, you idiot."

Peter didn't see the need to bind her mouth as he did miles as he pictured her as the more levelheaded of the two.

Miles threw her a bewildered accusatory look. His face sporting a few bruises here and there as he winced in pain from his own movements. His muffled cries told her all she needed to know as he motioned between her and Peter who remained sleeping comfortably at the edge of roof.

"You just couldn't help it could you? Hey, Stopping moving if he wanted to kill us, we'd be dead already… isn't that right Parker" Felicia stated looking towards the teen.

Peter separated from cypher and pushed himself up in response, his cat like mask turning to regard the two in silence as he nodded.

"So, it's Parker now huh? Aww, and here I thought we were pals, I mean we just had coffee today and now you're with this idiot trying to kill me. You really shouldn't lead a guy on like that, might just break my heart." Peter replied with a chuckle.

"Your one to talk, I thought you were just some messed up nerdy boy scout from my chemistry class but now? This whole new vibe you're giving off? It looks good no you. And hey, next time you wanna knock me out and tie me up all tight like this, all you have to do is ask me Peter, I don't mind." Felicia replied with a coy smile and a flirty squirm, she leaned into the neon glow, her curves and chest catching the light just right.

Miles let out a muffled curses still struggling against his bindings, flinching in pain as he tried. His gaze followed Peters movements with barely contained rage.

Peter eyebrow twitched under the cat like mask. He wasn't sure whether it was annoyance or interest.

Felicia knew she was beautiful and knew how to leverage that to her advantage even in a situation like this. His previous thoughts were correct, she had those jocks in school completely under her spell.

He would be too if it was him from a few weeks ago, now he didn't have the same reaction to charm and beauty or rather his ability to feel attraction or interacted with things considered beautiful the way he had before. He was aware of it but he it wasn't the same, he had Cyphers' enhancements to thank for that. In order to optimize his brain functions certain chemical alteration within his brain had to take place and the results as he was discovering were quite interesting.

He regarded her with amused smile behind the mask.

Peter walked up to her and leaned in until they were close enough to feel each other's breath if he didn't have the cat mask on.

Felicia kept her smile on as she watched him. Peter's eyes lit up with a soft neon blue glow.

"Felicity Hardy," he began, much to her confusion. "Born Felicia Sarah Hardy also known as a freelance thief for hire with affiliations to the Thieves Guild among others, they call you the Black Cat, very cool, it actually fits you perfectly. Your mother, Lydia Hardy is deceased and your dad, Walter Hardy is currently serving a life sentence, I'm guessing he was your partner because there were mentions of you working in a team for a while. That's what we could dig up. Everything else was just useless trivia, nothing concrete. You moved around a lot as a child so there was nothing there to find aside from your medical records. That was confusing to look at to cause you're looking pretty healthy for some one with an incurable disease. You have a quite the record with the police and feds too; both as black cat and your civilian identity, I'm guessing that's why you changed your name although I can't understand why you chose to go back to high school. And your name too, why take that risk? From where I'm standing there's no need for it. But what I can't understand is why you're with him though." Peter narrated as he turned to Miles, each word spoken as it was fact, the more he spoke the more Felicia's smile dropped from her face into a look of shock and surprised that quickly morphed into anger. She didn't answer him, one could see the cogs turning in her head.

It wasn't hard for Peter to find everything he could on her on the meta-verse. Her attire helped him identify her other activities as some law enforcement agencies had records of their work despite them ever only being caught once. The time that left her dad in prison, but she managed to get away it.

Felicia remained silent as Peter spoke, listening to him with wide angry eyes. Watching him carefully, as if she was seeing him for the first time.

Peter turned from her and regarded Miles with a passing glance.

Miles continued to glare at him with wild movements and harsh mumbles muffled by the bindings on his mouth.

Peter didn't need to know what he was saying to know what he was saying.

"Who are you?" Felicia asked Peter cautiously, her previous friendly flirty demeanor quickly faded as her tone of voice reflected such, lacking the playful charm it once held. It dawned on that Peter knew more about her she knew about him. The information he had shouldn't be possible to acquire if Peter was just some random teen that took part in illegal fights for cash.

"For now, Peter Parker from chemistry class. After this... That depends entirely on your answer. Don't worry, I won't hurt you, much." Peter joked; however, Felicia didn't smile. Peter turned to the glaring Miles. He waved his hand over Felicia's face, commanding his bandages to wrap around her mouth as he wanted a one-on-one conversation with Miles.

Felicia let out a muffled hum and quirked an eyebrow at Peter as if to ask him, 'Really?". Peter ignored her as he focused his attention on Miles.

"But you, you want to kill me, don't you? it's funny, I actually laughed when I figured out why" Peter chuckled further enraging the teen.

"Miles Gonzalo Morales, you're Father's a cop, Jefferson Morales, he died on duty. Your mother, Rio Morales is a nurse, I'm guessing she doesn't know what you do when you're with your uncle huh? Quite the colorful rep sheet with the NYPD, your gangs notorious, Prowler... Oh Yeah, that was surprising. You know I didn't really mean to hurt your uncle. If anything, he attacked me first, I just lost control after he shot me, but that doesn't matter to you. No, all you care about is that I shattered his spine, his never gonna walk again. It was probably my fault; I didn't have much control over my strength back then." Miles's muffled cries and enraged glare increased in intensity as he struggled even harder against his bindings.

"Don't do that..." Peter commented softly. "Believe it or not I'm trying to help you here. If you keep trying to kill me, I'll just have to kill you and your little gang, maybe your uncle too because, I, hate complicated situations developing when I can simply end it at its source. Honestly, all these random encounters are getting to tiring to deal with and besides you're not exactly innocent are you. So, what will it be? Listen to what I have to say or do you want to test out the alternative." Peter offered Miles, his tone of voice never once changing form its monotonous hum adding made his proposition was beginning to intimidate the purple clad teen. It didn't help that his bandages and increasing miasma both enhanced and refined his intent kill Miles, bringing about an unsettling presence around Peter that invoked the feeling of death in Miles.

"Just so the both of you are aware, one of three things will happen tonight, I will give you a deal and you will work for me, willingly or unwilling, you can choose. The only other alternative is dying up here. So, if I were you, I'd choose wisely." Unseen to the two the miasma around Peter thickened and spread.

It was so potent that Miles envisioned Peter's fist plunged into his chest as bright yellow eyes looked observed him without even a hint of remorse.

Miles blinked himself back into reality; his breathing uneven and heavy. He found himself starring at Peter standing a foot away from him with Felicia's kabuki cat mask still in place, Miles felt himself freeze momentarily, he felt himself still tied up and glanced down to check for a hole in his chest only to find that everything was still the same nothing changed.

Miles calmed himself down a moment later, glancing back at Peter with renewed fear and caution. Miles turned to Felicia to see if she was affected but seemed she wasn't, if her quirking an eyebrow in question was any indication; if she was affected by it, she kept her reaction hidden well. His sudden shift in attitude told Peter all Peter need to know.

"How about it? are your both willing to hear me out now?" Peter asked. He wasn't going to kill, he couldn't even if he tried, not until they pushed him to that end. Pushed him enough to consider them anything but human. But they didn't need to know that.

The two tied up teens glanced at each other as if to confirm each other's choice then back at Peter and slowly nodded.

Peter took a few steps back and pulled the cat mask off.

"Cool, onto the deal then."

-Chapter End-

Hello, my fellow readers, hope you enjoyed this chapter it's pretty short I know.

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