Chapter 6: The Weekend (Part 2)

Peter then turned to face the gathered Avengers. "So, Tin Man says you guys wanted to talk to me?" He shot some webs at the ceiling and flipped, hanging upside down with his legs in a butterfly situation. "Could've just called the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man hotline at 1-2-Friendly."

Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, rolled his eyes and sighed. "Great, we've got two of them. One snark just wasn't enough." He went soldierly a second later. "Just wanted to familiarize ourselves with the person who draped an entire curtain of webs across the city. Maybe be sparing with that, by the way. Some cars can't drive when webs are stuck to the tires."

Peter shrugged with one arm. "Sorry, kinda new to it. It's a work in progress." His phone fell out of his pocket then, and two web-line flew from his right hand, as he yoinked it back to his hand. "I should get one of those button flaps over my pockets. Note-to-self, sew those on..." Clint snickered off to the side.

The webs finally caught Tony's attention, as he came back to the group, now out of his armor. "Hey, Spider-Boy, the webs. How ya doin it? Some chemical? Some tubes running through the gloves?"

Peter cocked his head and flipped down off his webs, holding up his fingers. "No tubes. Just my fingertips." Webs shot out of his fingertips a bit, and he quickly snatched them and began to make a cat's cradle between his fingers with them.

Tony's mind visibly buffered a little. "Well, we've got Asgardian gods and big green Hulks, what's a kid that shots web out of his fingers?" He went into the bar area and poured himself a glass of scotch.

Peter shrugged, before Natasha spoke up. "How old are you? Your body type couldn't be any older than 18. Do you even know what you're getting yourself into?" She could put on the facade of concerned mom-friend all she wanted, but she felt a weird sense of duty to make sure this kid stayed alive.

Peter scoffed. "I am absolutely not that old. But what makes you think I'm gonna volunteer my age? That would be wildly naive of me." He shook off his cat's cradle and stood on the glass window, parallel to the floor with his arms crossed. "But yes, I know what I'm getting myself into. I already had to stitch up my shoulder from a big Lizard clawing the shit out of me."

As Peter said this, the room dropped probably like 10 degrees as Director Nick Fury walked into the room, with all of his Samuel L. Jackson swagger. "Yes, it would seem you did, Spider-Man. Unfortunately for you, you bled." He chucked a vial at Peter, which he deftly caught. Inside, was a few chunks of his dried blood that had been scraped off the ground from the school. "Be careful of that. Some won't be as nice as I am." Not that he would tell Peter, but Fury had already examined the blood briefly for the purposes of intelligence, so he knew who Peter is. "You need training."

Peter scoffed. "No, I just need practice. There's a difference. But since I'm not stupid, and I know S.H.I.E.L.D. is an intelligence agency, maybe you can keep watch on my family?" Fury visibly scowled, but nodded.

After a bit more tense interaction, and Fury giving up for now on getting Peter trained, Peter gave them the official name of his vigilante self, that being Spider-Man, and promptly stuck the vial of dried blood into his pocket, webzipping himself back out the open window. A splat of webs exploded on the outside of the glass window, and Tony took a little sample for himself and Bruce to see what it was made of.

Peter swung kind of on autopilot. 'Shit, so Fury knows who I am now. Good job, Peter.' He was content to just swing home, if it wasn't for muggings and such that he could still sense around him. Aunt May called at one point, and he bullshitted again that he would be home by 11 at the latest, and that Harry, who he really did need to check in on, had taken him to a party and now they were all watching a movie. May bought it, somehow, so Peter continued to do his late-night patrol. At one scuffle he found, he zipped with all 10 web-threads into the alley it was happening in to be met with 2 women fighting. But like, not fighting, more like trying to fucking kill each other. One was a girl probably about his age, in a black crop-top, leather pants, combat boots, and with looooong black hair. The important part though, is the 2 claws poking out of each hand. Peter noticed a claw in the front of both of her feet as well, stabbing through holes in the boots. The woman she was fighting was significantly bulkier, and wearing very militaristic clothes.

After further watching just a little, he realized that the girl in black gave off all of the body language of simultaneously hating the other woman, but also being immensely scared and wanting out of all of this. The other woman had on a sadistic smile, as the teenage girl's claws didn't make a single scratch in the taller woman's skin. Upon taking stock of the attitudes of the two women, Peter stretched out his neck. "Peter, you gotta work on your life choices, I swear..." He mumbled to himself, zipping to the wall behind the taller woman and webbing her arms back, so the teenager could either get in a free hit or possibly just get out of there. The teenager did attempt to hit the woman, but again, it did nothing to the woman's skin. Peter recognized the glint and gleam of the teen's claws from presentations in classes and general research papers he'd read. "Adamantium..." He breathed. If that wasn't piercing this lady's skin, then absolutely nothing would. He glanced around for anything that could maybe do internal damage, finding a very nice and full dumpster and a really good pole he could maybe pin this lady against. All 10 webs stuck to it and wrenched it, the wheels making it go really really fast, as it collided with the lady and sped forward more to the pole, holding her there for a moment. "That's not gonna hold her long..." He glanced around a bit more, finding water heater set up on a wooden scaffolding in the corner of the alley. He snagged it with his webs, and he pulled, grunting with exertion, and eventually managed to tip it in the lady's direction. The water heater slammed against the dumpster and pressed it harder against the woman, hopefully lengthening how long she would be held there. Peter lashed webs around the very bloodied teen and webzipped to the roof with her in his arms.

Naturally, Laura Kinney wasn't about to stay still, but the zip didn't take very long anyway. Peter set her down on the roof and glanced into the alley. The lady was already freeing herself, so Peter turned to the teen. "If I'm gonna help you, I need to know what we're dealing with. Who is this woman, and why does she seem to take so much pleasure in trying to kill you?" Peter noticed her wounds heal, but he ignored it for now. He received a rundown from the teen, at the same time that some information fed into his head a bit to fill in any gaps. "Ah. Okay, so you're a mutant that was experimented on, and this bitch abuses you on a daily basis just cus she can." Righteous fury began to fill him. "See, I don't kill people, but this bitch doesn't deserve to be called a person." His brain began running through strategies. "If her skin is indestructible, then we won't try to pierce her skin. Maybe try internal damage?"

Laura interrupted. "Kimura still has to breathe. That's something we can work with, right?" Peter's eyes lit up and a figurative lightbulb went off. He did a little nerdy happy dance.

"That's perfect! If you can get a chunk of concrete cut out of the wall or something, I should be able to hold her mouth open so you can jam it in her throat and suffocate her." It was here that something in his head snapped. Information flooded into his head, revealing a new power thing provided to him, just cus he had a special spider bite him. "Oh, now it'll be so much easier." He dropped off the roof and webzipped to just behind the pole that Kimura was still trying to pry herself off of. She had indestructible skin, not super strength.

His hands clamped across her face from behind, his hands sticking to her indestructible skin. He then made use of his new power: His webs slowly traveled out of his hands, guidance provided to them by his mental wish, and traveled up Kimura's nostrils. Grinning, Peter backed off, his webs sticking to the inner walls of Kimura's sinuses as he wrenched his hands back. The natural human reaction to not being able to breathe through the nose is to mouth-breathe, which is what they needed. No sooner had he wrenched her head back against the pole and deprived her of the use of her sinuses, Laura rammed a really nice chunk of concrete down Kimura's throat. Peter didn't go anywhere until Kimura stopped moving. His webs moved deeper, wrapping around her brain before squeezing like a boa constricter before he removed every trace of his webs from Kimura. He turned to Laura. "Tell nobody of this. I won't have the label of killer plastered to my na-" He hadn't even finished the sentence when Laura nodded, yanked his facemask down, and planted a really messy kiss on his lips, staining them with black lipstick, before she ran off, more free than she'd ever been.

Peter's swing back home was done in a major daze. First off, he killed a woman who made it her goal in life to torment and emotionally/mentally scar a teenage girl. Second off, that girl then gave him his first kiss. Not to mention, he met the Avengers earlier. He flopped onto his bed after stripping out of his suit, shaking his head. "Peter, what the fuck did you do to your life?" He quietly thought out loud before he went to bed.