Peter crawled along the ceiling of the parking garage until he was right above his target. The man, who Karen had identified as Aaron Davis, was putting groceries into his car. Peter shot a web at his hand, effectively trapping him. He watched as the man looked around before trying to unstick his hand. It reminded him of the cliche horror movie where the main character looked everywhere but up and then got jump scared. He silently dropped down behind the man and a smirk overtook his face.

He pitched his voice slightly lower when he said, "Remember me?"

Davis jumped slightly and tried to turn around before his arm stopped him. Peter flipped onto the roof of the car and hoped he looked intimidating. "I need some information and you're going to give it to me."

Davis' face turned from alarmed to confused. "What happened to your voice?"

"What? Nothing happened to my voice. Now, I need to know. Who is selling these weapons?" Percy tried to get the 'interrogation', if you could call it that, back on track.

Davis slammed the trunk of his car shut, causing Peter to startle. The older man shot Peter an unimpressed look. It was obvious that his current tactic was failing miserably so Peter tried a different strategy. His voice took on a pleading tone. "Look, man, these guys are selling weapons that are crazy dangerous. They can't just be out on the streets. Look, if one of them can just cut Delmar's bodega in half-"

"They destroyed Delmar's?"

"Yeah, these weapons, they're dangerous. Come on, man, please." Peter stared at Davis for a moment before turning and walking away. He didn't plan on leaving without answers but he figured that if he seemed more approachable then Davis might be more forthcoming.

"The other night," Davis started. Peter smiled slightly and walked back towards the man. Davis continued, "you told that dude, 'if you're going to shoot someone, shoot me.' That's pretty impressive. I don't want those weapons out on the streets. I've got a nephew who lives here. And judging from your voice, you're only a couple years older than him.

"I can't tell who or where the guy with wings is. But I can tell you where he's going to be. Try the Staten Island ferry at eleven."

Peter pumped his fist in the air in excitement. He started to walk away, already muttering to himself about possible plans to catch the guy.

"Hey!" Davis shouted behind him. Peter turned to look at him. The criminal gestured to his hand, that was still stuck to his car. Peter contemplated just leaving the man there before his conscience won out.

"Yeah, okay, I'm coming."

***

Peter managed to catch the ferry right as it was pulling out of the dock. He clung to the side of the boat and peeked through the window. The ferry was full of passengers and Peter activated the reconnaissance mode in his suit to find the man that he was after. Karen picked up on the conversation of two men across the boat. They looked ordinary but they were having a conversation even though they were facing away from each other.

'It looks like something out of one of those old spy movies,' Peter thought.

"Peter," Karen said, breaking through his thoughts, "there's an incoming call from May Parker. Should I reroute to your heads-up display?"

Peter bit his lip in thought. On one hand, Hestia rarely called and he would feel bad if he didn't answer. On the other, he really needed to follow this guy if he wanted to get him.

"Audio only, Karen. Droney, stay here and watch the other guy."

A small icon popped up on his display, letting him know that Hestia was now patched into his comms. There was also a small box showing the live video feed that the Spider-Drone was recording. He crawled along the outside of the boat, following the man who had gotten up.

"Hey, what's up Aunt May?" he greeted.

"Peter, good, where are you right now?" Hestia's voice filtered through the comms.

"Uh, on the Staten Island Ferry. I've got a lead on a location for the guy with the metal wings," he said distractedly. The man that he was following was almost to the front of the ship where the deal was taking place. "I've actually got to go now, I'm about to catch these guys."

"Very well, I'll talk to you afterward. Remember, Peter, you're on a ferry and there are innocent people there. Make sure that you're careful," she both advised and warned him.

Peter smirked even though she couldn't see it. "I'm always careful."

He hung up before she could respond, but he could imagine the long-suffering sigh that she most likely let out. He had made it to the front of the ship and was now perched above the group of criminals.

"Who's the guy on the left?"

"Mac Gargan. Extensive criminal record, including homicide. Would you like me to activate Instant Kill?" Karen immediately suggested.

Peter shook his head. His AI seemed a little homicidal. He kind of thought it was funny. Not that would he would ever tell her that and enable her to continue. Though she would probably just continue to suggest it until he could completely get rid of the option. "No, Karen, stop it with the Instant Kill already."

'I got the weapons, buyers, and sellers all in one place. This is almost too good to be true.'

"Incoming call from Tony Stark," Karen informed him before the display in his suit showed a miniature version of Mr. Stark alongside the other different cameras that he had.

'And I jinxed it. Of course.'

"Hey, Underoos, nice work in D.C." the older billionaire sounded awkward and stilted when he said it. Peter was barely paying attention, he was trying to watch the deal about to go down in front of him. "My dad never really gave me a lot of support... And I'm just trying to break the cycle of shame."

That caused Peter to pause. Stark really was trying to be a good mentor, and compliment him for the work he had done. But he couldn't deal with him right now. It was too much. There were five different cameras displayed and Mr. Stark was talking and the guy was going to get away again and the ferry horn was blaring and it was just too much. He hung up in the middle of Stark's sentence. He was probably going to pay for that later but he could probably come up with an excuse.

Without the extra distraction, he managed to set his attention back on the weapons deal. His eyes focused on the set of keys in one of the mens' hands. He snatched them and flipped down from the roof.

"The illegal-weapons-deal-ferry was at 10:30. You missed it."

Peter shot a web at two of the goons and yanked them behind him. He used the momentum of the pull to propel himself through the air and kick another guy in the chest and off of the boat. There was a tingle at the base of his neck and an overwhelming need to duck. He did and just managed to dodge the punch from the man with the electric gauntlets. He quickly webbed his hands to the ground, making it impossible to get free.

Two of the guys that he had thrown earlier got up and started to charge at him again. He webbed the nearest vehicle, which happened to be a motorcycle and threw it at them. He winced as they crashed to the ground. The drone rushed up to him, melting back into the spider emblem on his chest. There was a ringing in the base of his skull that caused him to turn around.

Standing towards the back of the cargo hold was an older man. He had wrinkles and his hair was close shaved. He was staring at Peter intensely and Peter just knew that this was the Vulture. They held each others' gaze for over ten seconds until a bunch of people came bursting out the two doors on either side of Peter.

"FBI, don't move!"

Peter looked around wildly and tried not to panic. He knew that they likely won't listen to him. He had to get to the Vulture before he could put on the suit. But, he currently had over twenty guns trained on him and no amount of super healing would fix him if he got shot with that many bullets.

There was a ripping noise from the cargo hold that sounds like nails on a chalkboard. Peter fought the instinct to cover his ears. He was too late and now he had to get these people to safety. He watched as one of the cars get ripped apart as the Vulture flew out. He had one of the Chitauri-weapons. Peter recognized it from the ATM robbery. It's the same type of weapon that's responsible for the destruction of Delmar's.

The Vulture shot past them so he's in the open air. He fired a shot at the agents who scatter as the blast scorched the area where they had just been huddled. Those who are standing, are firing off their own shots, which the Vulture seems to easily dodge. It's mostly federal agents, Peter noted.

He could see a couple not wearing tactical gear, but still shooting guns at the maniac with wings. There was a guy with curly brown hair wearing a leather jacket on top of a hoodie and a woman with long brown hair wearing a dress shirt and jeans. He thought he saw a flash of gold from around the man's neck which lead him to conclude that they are most likely off duty cops or detectives who had decided to help when they heard shots fired.

Peter blamed his ADHD for distracting him because he didn't see the shot that the Vulture had aimed at him. He felt it though. The pain hit his side as he was thrown into the water. It revitalized him and he jumped back out and into the deck of the ship. He shot a web at the barrel of the gun. He quickly electrified it, causing the Vulture to drop the weapon. It started to bounce around wildly and fire randomly. Peter shot a web grenade at it, covering it until he could deal with it.

He turned to face the Vulture again. The man was flying higher than before, hovering menacingly above him.

"You're messing with things you don't understand," the man threatened before flying into the clouds.

From behind Peter, the weapon cut through his webs in multiple arcs. Within seconds, they sliced through the length of the ferry before Peter could destroy the machine. Jets of water started to split up the boat.

"Karen, give me an X-ray of the boat and target all the strongest points," he instructed. He shot across the widening gap in the boat, shooting as many of the support beams as possible. He managed to get across the boat in thirty seconds and turned to survey his work. The boat had stopped moving, which was a good sign.

"Good job, Peter. You are ninety-eight percent successful." Karen informed him.

Peter's eyes go wide as he spotted the support beam still highlighted in red. It was all the way across the ship and there was no way that he would make it in time. He watched as the web strands that were holding the boat in place began to snap. Water flooded the cargo hold, pushing the cars forward. People clung to posts as the stream rushed past them. On the upper level, passengers slid down the floor of the leaning ferry. The gap widened as the web strands continued to snap.

Peter leaped into the air and quickly shot two webs on either side of him. He desperately tried to manually hold the boat together. His muscles were screaming under the strain of the weight of the ferry as he hung in the middle of the gap. He could feel the moment when the tension started to decrease in his arms and for a second he thought that he had actually done it.

It was moving too fast though, and he gently touched down in the seating area of the ship.

"Hi, Spider-Man," he could hear Stark's voice filter through his comms. Peter winced at the icy tone the man was giving him. He gave chase as the Iron Man suit flew through the different levels of the ferry, repairing the damage that Peter had caused.

"Mr. Stark. Could I do anything? What do you want me to do?" He called after the other man. He wanted to fix his mistake.

Stark turned to look at him and Peter could feel the disappointment in his gaze.

"I think you've done enough." He didn't say anything more before he flew off, leaving Peter standing there, surrounded by smoke and the mess that he had made.

So this chapter was very movie-centric and I don't like it very much. However, it had to happen to introduce some things that I want to play around with later. Next chapter, which I've already written most of should be more AU. I've decided to make updates every other week, still on Sundays/Mondays to give myself more time.

Does anyone want to guess who the two detective/cops were? PM me what you think and I'll respond.

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