"I'm always careful."
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"-en. Gwen? Oh thank god, you're awake.", Peter had brought Gwen out of the building, landing on a rooftop nearby.

Laying her carefully on the roof, he watched as the building they were in a few minutes ago, lit up, and people - security guards - were placed on each floor. Even the police came by, searching for any signs of how the intruders entered.

"I'm alive.", she announced as she sat herself up into a sitting position.

Her blue eyes glanced at the boy, who gave her a small smirk, as he lifted his mask a bit. He held out his hand, for her to take it. When she stood, she endured the pain in her left shoulder.

"You okay?", Peter noted her crunching her face as she touched her shoulder.

"She's going to pay.", she whispered. "I didn't sense her.", she added after a while.

"Me neither.", Peter replied. "What happened?"

"I found another room, hidden behind a bookcase. I mean, seriously, cliche much. Anyway, I went in there and saw... I don't know... a pot with green liquor in it. And I am not sure, but someone was in there. A boy with brown hair, not sure though.", Peter listened carefully.

"Let's bring you home, and talk about what happened tomorrow.", Peter put her arm around his shoulder and put his hand for support under her other arm to help her standing up.

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Two weeks had passed since the incident at Oscorp and Peter had not seen nor heard something from the still mysterious girl dressed in a tight cat-like suit. Every time Peter did his nightly patrols around the city, he had hoped to see her and get answers from her, but thanks to his Parker Luck he got nothing. Scanning every news article from the past six years for any signs of her appearing in photos or mentions, he only found one article about a man calling himself 'Black Cat'.

"The 'Black Cat' got caught.", said the news article from the year 2004.

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'After several years of trying to catch the cat burglar, NYPD finally caught the ' Black Cat' on November 13. The police department had gotten anonymously tip, where Hardy was going to carry out his next robbery. With the new hint, the NYPD captured Hardy right on his act and additionally found the missing three million dollars. Hardy is now locked up in New York Prison, where he will spend the next twenty years in.'

"What are you looking at?"

The brunette turned around, facing his aunt leaning on the door frame of his room. Two cups in her hands. One with green tea, and the other with camomile tea.

"I've made tea, thought you'd like it.", she walked towards her nephew. Putting the cup with camomile tea on his desk, she looked over to his computer screen.

"I remember that. Ben and I were at a restaurant, what was its name again? Oh no matter, we just got our food, when the news was broadcast. You should have seen the people in the restaurant, how relieved they were that the police had caught him. But do tell, why are you looking him up?", May glanced at the young hero, taking a small sip from her steaming cup of tea.

"Remember the accident, Gwen getting injected with some kind of drug.", May nodded. "Well the person who did that, could be working for him. I've been looking for her, but the only thing I got was this news article. I didn't even find pictures or video material of her."

"Peter, be careful all right. If they do work together as you say than she could be very dangerous. This Walter Hardy guy was not also a robber, he killed everyone who got in his way. She could be trained by him. This guy does have a lot of goons."

"I'm always careful, May. Don't worry.", May kissed Peter on his head, before bidding goodnight and leaving the room.

Peter closed all the taps he had opened in his browser before shutting his computer down. The still-warm tea was halfway gone, as Peter stood up, and falling down on his bed. The soft sheets hugging his body as he laid them on top of him. The light was dimmed down, giving the room a warm yellow ambiance, before Peter took out his phone, checking the news for any crime. With no confirmation of any crime, Peter put his phone down, and closed his brown eyes, allowing the land of dreams to capture him.

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Brown eyes fluttering open when the first alarm was waking the boy up. With a tired sigh, he took his phone and pressed on 'stop' to stop the annoying sound. The moment he chose to close his eyes again to get a few minutes to sleep again, his aunt decided to open his door. A smile gracing her face, as she watched her sleepy nephew groaning.

"May, why do I need to go to school?", Peter said as he took his sheets and covered his face with it. May laughed and shook her head. She moved towards him. "You should consider you lucky, Peter. Not everyone can go to a school and educate themselves.", she said, as she took the sheets from him, revealing his adorable drowsy face.

"Ugh... I hate it when you're right.", Peter slowly stood up, giving his aunt a small sleepy smile. May watched her nephew departing his room, she shook her head again with a smile.

She looked back to the photos, hanging on the wall. Smiling at them one last time, she left his room too and went to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast for the young hero who was currently in the bathroom.

"So, I have been continually searching for this Hardy guy, and I asked Happy if he could do some background check on him-", May and Peter had started breakfast a few minutes ago, after the seventeen-year-old came back from the bathroom, fully dressed in his blue denim jeans and grey science hoodie.

"I could have done it myself May.", Peter interrupted his aunt, a bit dissatisfied that she thought he couldn't have done that.

"That's not why I called Happy. He told me that Stark had been searching for him or any relatives he had, and he discovered that Walter Hardy had a wife and a daughter. Of course, this is old news, because it was the year, where Tony had been Ironman for two years or something like that. You were still a kid, a young kid when he discovered it. We might not know what happened to his family. If they're still alive or... still here, in New York.", Peter nodded to everything May said. "And... Happy told me... there was never evidence for Walter being the murderer of the people that got killed."

"You mean he was at the wrong time in the wrong place.", May nodded. "Let's say, his daughter is alive and is the black cat that I saw, does that mean, she's seeking revenge for the false accuse of her father being the murderer.", he added, his aunt nodded again.

"But the robberies, that was him, right?", he asked again for confirmation. May nodded again, confirming it. "Wow, that's a lot of information to process in the morning.", Peter commented.

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Hey,
I am terribly sorry for the delay of this chapter. The past weeks, I was studying for physics, maths, chemistry and psychology. I still have a lot of exams in the next coming weeks, but I'm still trying to use a bit of my free time to write the next chapters.

Anyhoo, how did you find this chapter? I currently am trying to change my style of writing by using more synonyms for words like 'say', 'walk' or 'look', because I believe that it sounds much better and it makes reading effortlessly. Of course, I don't know how you view it, however, I still hope you enjoyed it.
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Sincerely, Rabiablueskies ✨