The last time Peter wore his old homemade suit he was barely survived. Being thrown off the building only to drag his opponent down with him. Using the last bits of web fluid he had and cushioning his fall with him. Getting to his feet only to be screamed out by a crowd that didn't make any sense. Peter changed into his civilian clothes before he collapsed.

Pretending that he was just someone caught in the crossfire before he was taken to a private room.  His vigilante side wasn't seen for weeks, in his recovering.  Keeping some of his old designs but prioritizing his offensive capabilities. He swung onto the scene with his new suit.

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You thought you taught the web-head a lesson, knowing everything under his sleeves was nothing but bruises. You thought the kid gave up when he wasn't heard for weeks. Only to feel his strike sending you to the ground.

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Peter asked you to get the materials together while he healed. He refused to let you see the designs running through his head. You didn't react till he was on the scene. -