Arno? Polo.

*Peter POV*

"Heroes don't exist, because there is no such thing, Hero is nothing more than a title, slapped onto a persons back, whether they deserve it or not. And in this day and age? Anyone can be a 'Hero', since schools for that kind of shit actually exist, schools like Xavier's and M.A exist. A shame, Heroes are everywhere, everywhere you turn you see a billboard, magazine, and newspaper that paint heroes as saviors. But I know better, ever since she died, I've been going to help group meetings, for people that have been caught in between the age old fight of good and evil, heroism and villainy. An endless battle, because these heroes just let these 'Villains' live, they send them to a prison that isn't even up to code, just for them to break out again, the villains they send to jail? Well they evolve, they find new ways to fight the 'Good Guys' and in the end people are hurt."

The man in front of me had his mouth agape, he was wearing a green sweater with chino pants, and glasses that sat upon a wrinkled face, with a white head of balding hair.

"Kid, I don't know what to tell ya, other than you're hogging up the line, so how bout this, I give you a chili dog on the house." He said.

"Sure." I replied, as he served me my chili dog, I slipped him a couple of bucks.

"Excelsior!" He practically shouted at me as he waved with a grin on his face, I gave him a small smirk and made my way through the crowded streets of New York, where I sat on a bench and turned on my phone.

To anyone walking by, they would assume that I'm a teenage boy texting his friends, or making a status update.

When in reality, this phone was connected to a super computer, that I was currently using to run a Facial Recognition software to find this 'Arno' if thats even their name.

This was my last shot, the others weren't of any use to me, they either didn't have any criminal records on file, or simply didn't conduct any illegal business.

Everything was legal, narrowing it down do this guy, 21 years of age, Black hair, Blue eyes. Looks like a discount version of Tony Stark.

His name is supposedly, Aiden Sandler, so far the initials fit, name, not so much, but I cant't rule out a fake name.

Fuck me its cold, You'd think that global warming would warm the world up.

....

Dumb Joke.

I sighed, I've been here for almost 30 minutes, and so far nothing.

Just as I was about to leave, an elderly man with a walking stick and glasses sat next to me, I made no move to start a conversation, because I didn't feel like making small talk with an old man. But I felt a faint tingle from my Spider-Sense.

"Quite the weather we're having, am I right?" The old man stated, I held in a sigh, guess there is no way out of it.

"I guess so." Short, sweet and simple, should get the message across.

"You know something kiddo, you really remind me of someone else I knew, he was just like you, not very talkative, and rough around the edges." The old man said, and it was then that I decided to look at him, make sure I can put a name to his face.

Elderly Man, dark tinted glasses and a walking stick, Looking straight ahead, from the corner of the glasses I saw that his eyes weren't moving, like at all, you see, it doesn't matter what you are looking at, how focused you are, your eyes still move ever so slightly, meaning that this old man was blind.

Approximately 5'8, and built like an athlete, all of these observations led me to one conclusion, this man was dangerous despite his obvious lack of vision.

"Ah, so now you see it, I'm not normal." His voice turned cold and emotionless.

"Yeah? Well what is normal anymore? we've got men flying around in metal suits, a man who is a walking popsicle, and aliens that shoot lightning out their asses." I replied in kind, keeping my voice leveled.

"I suppose you're correct," We stayed Silent for a minute," I've been following your nightly escapades, very interesting." Fuck "Not many would dare take the law into their own hands, and many less have no problem putting down these pests." Shit, He knows, and he's been following me around, GODDAMNIT PARKER.

"Now, don't go beating yourself up about me following you, you couldn't have known, even if you wanted to, because you are simply not good enough, not yet."

"Who are you?!" I asked, careful not to raise my voice in such a public place, I tried to keep the tremor out of my voice, but this old geezer still heard it.

"There is no need for you to be afraid, Mr. Parker, I am neither friend or foe, not yet anyway, that will be up to you, I am simply an opportunity, an opportunity for you to be better at what you do, an opportunity to be the BEST at what you do."

I eyed him carefully, I took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes, when I opened them again he was gone, the only thing left in his place was a card, a card with a number on it.

Goddamn ninjas.

It was then that I heard a ping come out of my phone, facial recognition found my target.

Guess it's time to stalk my prey.

*3rd Person POV*

Aiden started his day off like every other day, wake up, get coffee, and go to work.

Technically, he was supposed to be dead, but in reality, he was as alive as ever, with his intelligence, he was able to keep it that way, he really didn't want to associate with HIM.

Not after what he found out, Dermot would get what was coming to him, but in time, he needed an opportunity. He knew that he shouldn't wait this long, that he needed to take action as soon as possible, but something held him back, maybe it was fear?

He simply didn't know.

But there might be someone willing to help, 'The Spider-Man', he been following him quite closely, ever since he found out he was going after Dermot's businesses, it started small, nothing too grand, just petty no name thugs, then when he went after the big guys, ohhh boy, did He take notice, it started with the construction sites, sites he's been keeping tabs on.

And about a week or 2 ago, the disappearance of Hammerhead, since he vanished, He's been really interested in who this Spider-Man was, But there was one issue, there was no way of finding out who he was, Nothing. Zilch, Nada, not a single clue.

But what 'Aiden' didn't know, was that as he was making his way through the streets, He was being tailed, tailed by the devil.

Because as the saying goes, speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

*Peter POV*

I've been following this 'Aiden' for a while now, and he seems to be scoping out certain buildings, the building he focused on the most, was a hotel, called 'The Merlaut'.

Owned by one Dermot Quinn, oh how the universe happens to find ways to make things happen.

I decided to wait until he got back to his place, then I'd make my move.

I mean, theatrics are my specialty, who knew that MJ was such a good teacher, not me thats for damn sure.

*'Aiden' POV*

I sighed, this is going to be harder than I thought, The Marlaut is locked up tighter than a nun's vagina.

I unlocked the door to my apartment, it gets pretty lonely around here sometimes.

I sometimes wish I could go back and-

No, You've made your bed, now you have to lie in it.

I made a sandwich, showered, brushed my teeth, and now I'm going to bed, I laid down on the bed and got comfortable, and thats when-

"Nice place you got." A voice said, the voice was young, but the thing that caught my attention was the edge the voice had, I sat up on the bed and looked that the end of the bed.

Right there, right in front of me, A 5'10 Man stood in my bedroom, there wasn't a lot of light, but there was just enough that the light would reflect off of aviator goggles, and an outline was visible.

Fedora, Trench Coat, and Goggles that practically glow an ethereal white, I nearly choked.

*Peter POV*

Watching people freak out because I appeared in front of them will never get old, and the fact that I can actually smell the fear is an added bonus.

"Aiden Sandler, or do you prefer I call you Arno?" I asked.

"W-What, What are you doing, Who are you?!" He yelled, as he jumped off the bed after pulling a gun from below his pillow, Aiming it at me.

"Relax, I'm just here to talk, nothing more, unless you give me a reason to beat you into a pulp." I kept my tone leveled, and made sure the subtle threat lingered in the air.

Was I worried that he had a gun pointed at me? Absolutely not, I can dodge lasers point blank, I'm pretty sure I can dodge a bullet.

"Who are you?" He kept that toy pointed at me, this time when he asked the question he was more composed, more demanding, meaning that he isn't new to situations like this, You can't compose yourself that fast if its your first time.

"Me? Well, I'm pretty sure you heard of a Vigilante running around manhattan, ties up crooks in webs or just puts a bullet in their head." I replied, a slight tinge of humor in my voice, but I have to keep up appearances, So I growled the last part out, I am the big bad Spider-Man after all.

"The Spider-Man," 'Aiden' Practically whispered, "Holy shit I've been looking for you!" He then put the gun down and turned on the lights.

"You have?" Huh, people don't usually go looking for Spider-Man unless its a hit contract, heroes or the boys in blue.

"I have, I've been following you since I made the connection that you were going after Lucky Quinn and The Goblin's Operations, the most recent bust was the Hammerheads restaurant." Okay this bozo is obviously nuts, standing in front of him is possibly one of the few people that will resort to homicide and here he was practically glowing with excitement.

"And why have you been following that closely exactly?" No one does this just because they can, not unless there is something seriously wrong with you.

"Because I need your help in taking them down." He replied, his eyes were gleaming with determination.

"And Pray tell how can I help you?" I was a naturally curious person, and right now, my curiosity has peaked.

"I can get you to Lucky Quinn."