(Eren's POV)

I entered my house through the window after a rough night in the arena. I was able to make some money. Enough to buy me a good portion of food that would last me three months.
As if the food that I got from the people as 'thanks' for errands I do and the saving people, stopping crime and all that stuff, wasn't enough.

I took off my suit and decided to clean myself. I went to the bathtub and placed some hot water in it and then took a nice, relaxing bath.
After that I went and cleaned my suit after checking it for any cuts. I was very tired and didn't want to start suing stuff in the middle of the night.
Fortunately there was none, as I managed to keep it nice and as good as new.

I always wonder what Mikasa would feel like if she knew how good I am at taking care of myself, but then again, I wouldn't live another peaceful day for the rest of my life.
Although, I shouldn't be thinking of that since she believes that I have been killed, and my murderer was none other than me. She's after me, and wants to kill me for murdering myself.
It is weird beyond words.

Other than that, there is the fact that I have those steam powers. From what I've experienced, it seems not to be related to my spider powers. As I could swear I have had wounds that healed fast when I was in the cadet corps. But I have never been able to remember any of this before these past few weeks.

The next morning I set out early and headed down the streets of the districts, wearing a cloak I bought not long ago from a nice merchant. A cloak long enough to cover my entire body.

"Have you heard? The Spider-Man saved a family from being robbed and killed!" I heard two people talking.
Then I heard another group: "You heard that Spider-Man bloke delivered a baby back to his mum?"
"From the hands of traffickers, yes."
"Man, this guy's my idol."
"I hope those bastard MPs will let him mind his own business."
"Yea! More power to him!"

All the people in the streets were speaking about me. I was the talk of the town. And I had a great reputation, which made my heart riddled with joy.
Never in my wildest dreams have I thought of becoming so respected and looked upon by the regular folk.
"Spider-Man saved my business! Tonight, we drink a toast to him!" One particular shop owner said out loud. A man I saved his business by stopping a cart that was filled with all his goods and used by a bunch of thugs.

I might have made some fans, but I also have made enemies and haters.
And by that I mean the thugs from deep within the criminal underworld.
That is to be expected since I had a major role in foiling their plans and schemes.
And that made me more weary than ever.

There was a pub, bar, casino, brothel or someplace of the same kind where all the bad people would hang out. I heard about it through a few thugs back in the fighting arena. Mercenaries, assassins, human-hunters, petty thugs, etc.
I decided to stay away from that place as far as possible and instead, rather than trying to take all of them into custody, eavesdrop on them to learn about their plans and try to stop them.
I've been successful time and time again. Although I kept wondering why nobody suspected me of being there.
This time I planned to go inside the lions den.

I decided to hang around the place and try to keep an eye out for anyone that seem to be planning mischief as I arrived in the afternoon.
Waking around town is way slower and less convenient than swinging around the place. But it's still a lot less conspicuous and proves useful for eavesdropping, stalking and many other useful tactics in the cunning art of stealth.

Then nighttime came around. I started then to plan my approach as I watched countless men enter the pub. Some of them were petty thieves, others were outright professional killers for hire.

"Did you hear from willie? He got his ass handed to'im by that Spider-Freak." One of the goons said.

"Yea. But god-dammit if I don't get my hands on him and bash his head in." The other replied.

"Oh yea? Well I hope you can do something other than having your thumb up your ass all day." The first thug said.

"Hey, don't talk smack about me when you can't deal with the issues of your nana!"

"Hey, leave my nana out of this! I'm only doing this just so I can pay off her medicines and her needs!"

"She makes amazing pancakes, though." A third guy jumped in on the conversation.

"Say what? We'll take that Spider-Man down, we get paid, then we go have some of my nana's pancakes! Alright boys?"

"Hell yea!"

I looked at the building from all directions every time I passed by the place.
The building has a few entrances.
One is the main entrance.
The next is the back door that leads to the kitchen, yes they have a kitchen in there.
Another is through the basement.
The last is by the roof. There exists an open window conveniently placed there for me to enter.

I used the last option and it landed me right in the storage room, which was at the top floor. The fourth, to be exact.
I silently walked, step after step, on the edge of my fingers, so I don't make the slightest sound.
I started reading through all the markings on the giant barrels I passed by.
All of them were illegal types of alcohol smuggled in from a moonshiner somewhere, the kind that makes illegal alcohol.

The sounds of all the people partying down there, all of them showing off their achievements of the day, was so irritating and unbearable.
Hearing of one man raping a young lady, to the other smuggling convoys of kidnapped children for slave labor.

Most of the people there were drunk and didn't notice nor realize a shady man descending from the storage room. And that would be me.
In fact, my cloak seemed to be on par with what most of them casually wear so I was able to easily blend in.
Lots of men were wearing similar cloaks and covering their head with it. So it wasn't hard to fit in. Didn't take much effort either.
One naked lady placed her hand on my left shoulder. I calmly push it off and walk away.
I walked down to the ground floor where I found a cute lady bartender who was serving an already-drunk group of men. A busty redhead with long hair and a nicely crafted body.

As I calmly sat in front of her, on a regular stall, I started to listen in on the goons and henchmen. Lots of them were talking about a strange doctor or scientist who was obsessed with Spider-Man.
He was planning on arming the best person for for the job to capture Spider-Man alive and bring him to the man.
I thought he might be just another random crazy man but I was very mistaken. Severely mistaken, in fact.
From the way the men spoke about him, he seemed to be a man of science, has lots of money and influence, is very experienced with machinery, better than any other engineer or blacksmith, and who seems to be obsessed with capturing me for his own evil purposes.

In other news:
"Last week I got a stick shoved up my ass."

"What?! By who?!"

"By none other than your friend, Chase. I swear if I don't chase him out of town, I'd never go by the name Ernst Hermann Heinrich ever again!"

Back to our main story:

I stopped focusing on the topic of the mad scientist when I had enough info to start my own investigation. Instead I shifted my focus all the way to the bartender that is now being verbally assaulted by a drunk idiot.

"I said pour more, you filthy slut!" The man who was asking for it yelled.

"B-But you've clearly had more than you could take! Stop drinking before you pass out, you idiot!" The bartender tried to defend herself.

"I don't care! Now get me more before I bash your head in!"

"No I won't and that's final. Now take your stuff and go!" She yelled back.

The guy then grabbed her right hand and firmly tightened his grip on it. The bartender was getting hurt by it and it was too obvious.

"Ok fine. If you don't want to be pouring more than don't. But I know a few more ways you could satisfy my thirst with. See that bulge down there?" The guy said, pointing towards his hard member. "Yea. I want you to shove this down your throat and suck on it as hard as you can with those red juicy lips of yours. Then I want to thrust it in you all night long, and I'll make you beg for it."

"You dare lay your hand on me again, I'll make you regret it!" She yelled back.

"You dare yell at me?!" The guy said, trying to raise his other hand to slap her. I couldn't just stay idle while seeing the fear in her eyes.

"I'd say that's quite enough." I calmly said as I blocked his slap with my arm. "A hand, beautiful?"

"Oh I could use one, sure." She replied.

"Who are you?!" The man asked, puzzled by my imposing block.

I then grabbed the man and threw him all the way towards a wall support. Everyone got up from their tables and stared at me in shock and disbelief.

"Let's say, I'm a man with little to no consequence. And I take pride in helping the people in need." I said before I took my cloak off.

"I'm Spider-Man."

I knew then that I had to fight my way out of this one. Especially since I had tons and tons of enemies to fight.

I started spraying everyone with webs and making sure I didn't miss anybody.
Then a few guys I didn't get to yet, tried to attack me. One guy threw a punch but I ducked and then struck him with an uppercut, taking him down.
Another one approached me with a knife. Before he could be in stab distance I spin-kicked him to the floor. Then I attached a web to another guy's chest and started spinning him around the room, hitting him against everybody else.

"Men of evil! I wish you to speak about the blasphemous man hunting for me!" I said in a joking tone.

I kept fighting for half an hour. The entire building is now devoid of a healthy person, not beaten up and unconscious on the ground.

I hear the sound of one guy who was still breathing. I walked towards him and picked him up by his collar.

"Who is this mad scientist guy trying to hunt me down?!" I asked.

"I-I don't know! Please I'm telling the truth!"

"I heard you talk to your friends about him! Now speak!"

"He-he's just a man who can create weapons and will train the best to becoming his own Spider-Hunter. That's how he puts it! I swear!"

"Where can I find him?!"

"I-I don't know! Last time we met him he was in another district! Every time someone wants to meet him he'll be somewhere! I swear that's all I know!"

"If you're keeping anything from me, I'll be back for you."

"I swear on the life of my children! That's all I know! Please show mercy!"

I then proceeded to knocking him out with one punch.

"Nice job. Now you've put me out of business."
The bartender girl said.

"Sorry about that."

"I don't really care. Finally I can leave this job and go somewhere else. Probably find a better establishment."

"Yea good idea. That's probably for the best."

"Oh and by the way, this guy you're looking for, I heard them say he's not to be taken lightly. I'd never be underestimating him if I were you."

"Thanks. Now I better get going."

"Yea. Good luck."

I walked out of the establishment and headed towards my apartment.
While walking down on the street, I saw the shop owner from earlier partying with his friends. I calmly walked past them as they partied, feeling proud of what I become.

Eren Jaeger, Savior Of The People.
Spider-Man.

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