ADRIAN TOOMES WAS back at base with his colleagues. Herman paced around practicing with his shock gauntlet which he acquired after Jackson Brice was fired. Phineas was at his desk working on some of their gadgets while his boss leaned against the table rubbing his chin.

"Look, I can finish the next order, but without the materials from that truck..."

"Damn it." Toomes sighed and rubbed his forehead. "We still got enough for the Gargan deal though, right?"

"Yeah. But then that's it."

There was a pause before the tinkerer thought of an idea.

"Oh, I think it's time that I build the high-altitude seal."

"Would you shut up about that?" His boss snapped back.

"It'll only be for one job."

"No."

Phineas shook his head and continued with the device he was previously fixing. Adrian thought for a moment before speaking again.

"Four years. Not a word from the Feds. From those Halloween costume wearing bozos up there in Stark Tower. And then all of a sudden this uh...this little bastard in red tights shows up and he thinks he can tear down everything I built? Really?"

Adrian chuckled then continued. "I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna find him–"

"Found him." Herman interjected and pointed at the television in front of them. The news anchor was on the story of the situation that happened a few hours ago in Washington D.C.

Toomes and his crew attentively listened.

"The Spider-Man swooped in, quickly saving an academic decathlon team from Queens. The identity of the masked hero is still unknown."

• • •

THE STUDENTS REUNITED with their parents later that night. Y/N had to think of an excuse on why he flaked from the decathlon, and he expected some sort of punishment from the school itself.

Liz's mother hugged her mother once she came out of the bus and Ned also met with his. MJ's dad embraced her and immediately took her to their car. Gwen's father was still in his police uniform when he arrived. He probably had his siren on the whole way there.

May reunited with Peter too. Y/N had come out of the bus last, carrying his bag and looking around for his dad. He wasn't far and it wasn't long until he spotted him.

"Y/N!" Michael jogged up to his son. Y/N gave a soft smile but didn't get to greet him back before the elder pulled him in for a hug.

"I shouldn't have let you go." Michael said during the embrace. "Something could've happened to you. I wouldn't have known. My..my life would've crumbled after that one phone call."

Y/N knew what he meant. Six years ago Michael found out about his wife's death from a phone call three days after the Battle of New York. He understood that his dad feared it'd happen again but with his son.

"I'm here, dad." Y/N replied and hugged him tightly. "You got me."

"We always got each other." Michael added.

Father and son continued to hug as many other students around them carried on with conversations with their loved ones.

• • •

THE PEOPLE INVOLVED in the Washington D.C incident got to recover over the weekend. On Monday, things seemed to be going the normal routine. One thing that was new though was the newfound support for Spider-Man.

Jason Ionello and Betty Brant were on the television in the hallway speaking for the Midtown High morning programming. Students stood by and watched as Y/N passed by.

"Up next, the Spider-Man mania is sweeping the school. How can you show your spider spirit?"

Y/N smiled, keeping on his path through the hallway. "They love me."

He made it downstairs. Ned and Peter spotted him and called out to their friend.

"Y/N! Dude!"

He turned around and joined the two. It was the first time they'd seen each other since their bus trip back to Queens last weekend.

"What is it like being famous when nobody knows it's you?" Ned asked.

"It's pretty crazy." Y/N chuckled. "But hey, you two know."

"That makes us special." Peter replied.

"It's crazy." Ned remarked. "Should we tell everyone?"

"No." Y/N replied shaking his head.

Ned arched a brow. "Should I tell everyone?"

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"All right." Ned said. "Come on, let's get to class."

"Oh, I'm not going to class." Y/N said.

Peter shook his head. "Man, you're already in so much trouble for ditching the decathlon."

"It's fine. Look, I figured it all out." Y/N began to explain. "The wingsuit guy is stealing from Damage Control. And when he takes from Damage Control that's how he builds the weapons. All I gotta do is catch him."

"Y/N. We have a Spanish quiz." Ned said.

"My mom was Hispanic. I'm far beyond needing Spanish. Half the class doesn't even know the difference between El and La."

"And if you miss this quiz, your grade is gonna make you look like that half of the class." Peter butted.

"Dude, I'm so far beyond worrying about report cards." Y/N said with a scoff and turned around.

He was about to make his way to the exit, but Principal Morita suddenly appeared in front of him, having heard his desire to ditch Spanish.

"Mr. L/N. My office. Now."

He walked away and expected Y/N to follow. The teenager sighed, shaking his head and doing as told.

"So...you got detention."

Captain America was on the screen sitting on a chair. Coach Wilson was in charge of taking care of the delinquents that day and he was mandated to play the video.

"You screwed up. You know what you did was wrong. The question is, how are you gonna make it right? Maybe you were trying to be cool. But take it from a guy who's been frozen for 65 years, the only way to really be cool is to follow the rules."

Y/N sat in the classroom and had been there for about ten minutes. A couple of other students were with him, including MJ, who was simply drawing in her sketchbook.

The teenager sighed and immediately left the classroom without saying a word. Coach Wilson was resting his chin on the palm of his hand, scrolling through his computer.

"Hey! Where are you going? Come back." The teacher said rather weakliy. He honestly could care less about the teenager leaving.

MJ looked over her shoulder toward the door and shrugged. She continued drawing.

"Why are you even here?" Coach Wilson asked her. "You don't even have detention."

"Oh, I know. I just like coming here to sketch people in crisis." MJ held up the book and showed him the page she was drawing on. "Heh. It's you."

Coach Wilson shook his head, letting out a sigh and going back to his computer.

• • •

Y/N WENT BACK home and sat in his room. His father was still at work so he was alone in his apartment. The teenager wore his Spider-Man mask and sat in his swivel chair, speaking to Brie.

"How was your Spanish quiz, Y/N?"

He ignored her question. "Listen, I'm wondering if you can help me. I'm trying to figure out who the guys under the bridge were that other night. But...like...I can only remember a part of the license plate."

"I can run facial recognition on the footage of that encounter."

"Footage?"

"Yes, Y/N. I record everything you see."

"Everything?"

"Everything."

"Like all the time?"

"It's called the Baby Monitor Protocol."

"Stark's hilarious." Y/N scoffed. "Yeah, just roll it back to last Friday."

"With pleasure."

A clip was pulled up that Y/N was able to watch in his HUD. The footage was of himself during the day speaking to himself in the mirror while he wore his mask.

"Hey, everyone! Yeah, kick-ass party. Any ladies wanna swing around the block for a bit?"

Y/N cringed at the clip. "No, no, no. That's just me messing around. Go later in the day."

The next clip was of him in front of the mirror again. This time he was upside down hanging on a web talking to himself.

"Oh, I was in the neighborhood..."

Y/N immediately remembered that rehearsal was for in case he had to do an upside-down kiss. He never knew...maybe that chance was bound to come up.

"No, no, no! That's definitely not...that's not...you don't want to see that." He quickly said. "Fast forward to the arms deal."

Finally, footage of the moment on the bridge came up. Y/N got up from his seat and paced around.

"Okay...the two on the right, who are they?"

"Searching law enforcement databases..." Brie said. "No records found for the two individuals."

"Nothing?"

"One individual identified." She said as she zoomed in and scanned the African American man. "Aaron Davis. Age 33. He has a criminal record."

Y/N looked over the file Brie had up in his HUD. The teenager rubbed his chin.

"Prowler? That's an ominous alias."

"Davis has an address here in Queens."

"Well, let's go pay him a visit."

"Would you like me to engage Enhanced Interrogation Protocol?"

"Nah, I'm good, Brie." He answered and pulled off his hoodie. "Remember how I got Dennis to talk last week?"

"Yes. Carradine endured a radial head fracture in his right arm. Are you going to use a similar tactic?"

"Um...no. I was just trying to sound badass. I'll get him to talk though."

• • •

AARON DAVIS WALKED through the parking garage carrying a shopping bag containing two tubs of ice cream. He went up to his car, opening the trunk and placing the bag inside.

He was about to close the trunk, but a web stuck his left hand to the door. Aaron looked at it in confusion, then suddenly saw Spider-Man walking up to him.

"Uh...you're that...dude." Aaron began.

"Yeah, sure, I'm that dude." Y/N replied. "A dude that'll be your worst nightmare if you don't give me what I what."

"That's...kinda funny."

"What?"

"It's hard to picture a nightmare with you wearing bright red and blue."

"I'm sorry to disappoint." Y/N replied sarcastically. "Black is more of a Batman thing. I'm Spider-Man."

"A man?" Aaron asked. "I don't know. I remember you under the bridge. I know what a kid sounds like."

Y/N shook his head. "Look, just tell me who's selling these weapons. I need to know. Give me names."

Aaron didn't reply. He slammed the trunk shut and kept staring at Spider-Man. The hero continued.

"Come on, man. These weapons are dangerous. They can't just be out on the street. You heard about what happened at that bodega near Forest Hills? The incident in D.C?"

"You were there at Delmar's bodega?" Aaron asked.

"Yeah." He replied. "And they're the best sandwich in Queens."

"Sub Haven's pretty good." Aaron butted.

"It's too much bread."

"I like bread."

"Come on, man." Y/N didn't want to get off-topic. "Please."

Aaron still didn't say anything. Y/N shook his head and was going to turn back around.

"Damn it...maybe I should've used Interrogation Mode."

"That other night, you told that dude, if you gonna shoot somebody, shoot me. It's pretty ballsy." Aaron blurted. "I don't want those weapons in this neighborhood. I got a nephew who lives here."

Y/N looked at Aaron. "Who are these guys? What can you tell me about the guy with the wings?"

"Other than he's a psychopath dressed like a demon, nothing. I don't know who he is or where he is."

Spider-Man sighed and leaned against the car. Aaron took a moment to think.

"I do know where he's gonna be." He added.

Y/N looked back at him. "Really?"

"Yeah, this crazy dude I used to work with, got a scorpion tattoo on his neck, he's supposed to be doing a deal with him."

"Okay. Okay! Woo. That's some good info." Y/N cheered. "Uh...where?"

"Staten Island Ferry. 11." He answered.

"Oh, that's soon." Y/N nodded and started to walk away. "Thanks."

"Uh...what about this?" Aaron pointed at his webbed hand. "Come fix it."

"It dissolves in two hours."

"No, no, no. Come on, man. I got ice cream in here! I got rocky road just for my nephew."

Y/N stopped in his tracks before turning back around. He walked up to the man and grabbed the webbing.

"This is for your nephew."

He ripped off the webbing using his enhanced strength and turned back around. Aaron rubbed his now-free hand, looking on at the web-slinger who was leaving the parking garage.

Aaron sighed. He took out his phone and texted his nephew, Miles, that he was on his way. He entered his car and drove off.

• • •

SPIDER-MAN MADE IT to the ferry just in time as it was departing. He stuck to the side of it and crawled up to one of the windows, looking into the area passengers were sitting at.

"Okay, Brie, activate Enhanced Reconnaissance Mode."

"Sure thing."

His lenses zoomed in on two men sitting back to back. One was Herman Schultz and the other was an older balding man.

"He's up front, main deck." The older man said.

"I hate this guy." Herman replied.

"It's the guy from the bridge, right? And he was at my school the other day." Y/N said mentioning Herman. "Who's the other guy?"

"There's no record of him in my criminal database." Brie replied, then a head's up display of Michael showed up. "Incoming call from dad, should I reroute to your HUD?"

"I can't talk right now. I'll call him back."

Y/N's spider-drone crawled onto his head. Spider-Man was ready to deploy it.

"Hey, dronie, keep an eye on that guy. We can't let anybody get away this time."

The drone stayed by the window as Y/N crawled up to the top deck of the ferry. He perched onto it and looked down at the main deck, where a group of men was talking.

"Who's the guy on the left?"

Brie started to scan the man. "MacDonald Gargan. Extensive criminal record, including homicide. Would you like me to activate Instant Kill?"

"No, Brie, stop it with the Instant Kill already."

Below, Herman came onto the main deck and discreetly spoke to Gargan.

"White pickup truck."

Gargan gave a nod to one of his goons, who started making his way to the parked cars on the deck. Y/N overheard their exchange.

"Dronie, scan the ship for a white pickup truck."

The drone flew from its previous post to the deck where the cars were at. It found the truck and stayed hidden as the goon uncovered the tarp concealing the weapons. The drone was filming everything.

"This is fantastic." Y/N remarked. "They got the weapons, buyers, and sellers all in one place."

"Incoming call from Tony Stark."

"What? No, no, no! Don't answer."

Brie didn't listen to the command and answered the call. A screen displaying Tony showed up in his HUD.

"Mr. L/N? Got a second?"

"Uh...no. I'm in...school."

"No, you're not." Brie chimed in, but thankfully Stark didn't hear.

"Look, nice work in D.C." Tony began. "My dad never really gave me a lot of support and I'm trying to break the cycle of shame. You and Peter are like my spiritual sons. But for obvious reasons, Parker is the favorite—"

"Look, I'm kinda in the middle of something."

"Don't cut me off when I'm complimenting you." Tony said in an annoyed tone. "Anyways, I might have been wrong about what I said–"

The ferry's horn blared and interrupted Tony. He gave a confused looked.

"What was that?"

"I'm at band practice." He lied.

"That's weird. Peter told me you quit band six weeks ago. What's up?"

During their conversation, Y/N was paying attention to the arms deal. Once Herman was handing Gargan the key to the truck, Y/N chose to intervene.

"I gotta go!"

Tony glared as Y/N ended the call. He shot a web at the key.

"I'll take that!" He pulled it back up and snatched it. "Yoink!"

Spider-Man pocketed the keys and somersaulted off the deck, landing in the middle of the goons.

"Hey, guys! What happened to doing weapons deals in alleys? Like the good old days?"

Two goons took out their handguns and aimed at Spider-Man, but the hero shot a splitter web that pulled them both toward him. He dove forward and kicked Gargan before pulling him back down with another web. Gargan hit the edge of the deck and held on.

Herman activated his shock gauntlet and swung at Spider-Man, but the teenager dodged his attack and caused him to punch the fence. The man's arm was now wedged in between it and the hero secured it more with a web.

"That's some cute tech there, Herman. Careful where you swing that thing, though."

The goons from before got up and tried to grab their guns. Y/N sensed this, turning around and quickly shooting a web.

"Whoa! Not so fast!" He webbed up the nearby motorcycle and pulled it toward the men, knocking them over.

"Are you guys okay? That was a little too hard, sorry." Y/N said as he started to reload his web cartridges. He looked at Herman again. "I gotta say, the other guy was way better with that thing. I'm honestly...well...I'm shocked."

Another man came running through the ferry's corridor toward Spider-Man. Without looking, the teenager shot a trip-wire web that stuck to the wall, where it webbed the goon as he passed by it.

Y/N looked back at where the man came from. He spotted the older balding man by a white van, and they stared at each other. Spider-Man was going to engage, but a shout stopped him in his tracks.

"Freeze! FBI!"

"Don't move!"

"On the ground!"

"Get on the ground now!"

Agents came onto the deck with their guns drawn. They aimed at Spider-Man and the web-slinger raised his hands.

"What do you mean, FBI?"

Brie chose to answer. "The FBI is the Federal Bureau of Investig–"

"I know what FBI means, but what are they doing here?"

A loud buzzing and sounds of a machine whirring blared through the deck. The agents looked back and saw the Vulture coming out from the white van. He held one of the Chitauri blasters.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Y/N exclaimed at the agents, but they weren't listening, and started shooting at the villain.

Vulture grabbed a car with his talons and threw it at an agent, but Y/N grabbed the man and pulled him out of the way. It hit Gargan instead and he fell into the water.

The agents started to flee and get to cover but Spider-Man stayed. Vulture soared above and looked down at Herman who had freed himself.

"Get to the top deck! We're getting out of here."

Herman bolted and Y/N tried to web him, but Vulture shot the web-line with his blaster. Spider-Man faced the villain and shot a web at him instead, which was a success.

Y/N strained as he held the line and tried to pull him down, but Vulture was still in the sky. Agents were able to get to the top deck and tried shooting the winged man. Vulture charged up his blaster and shot at the deck.

Spider-Man fired a web at the car behind him and connected the line with the one he was holding. He used it as a sort of anchor for Vulture so he can get closer. The villain shot at the web-slinger but he was able to backflip out of the way.

Y/N shot a web at Vulture's wings and swung toward him, dodging blasts from his weapon. He let go and shot two more webs at him, swinging back to the deck so he can conjure up another plan. As he rested, Vulture opened up the blades of his wings and cut the webs sticking to him.

Vulture charged up his gun but Spider-Man fired a web at the nozzle. He tried to pull it away but Vulture wasn't going to let it happen. Y/N grunted as he was being pulled himself.

"Brie! Activate taser web!"

The web-line he was holding conducted a charge and electrocuted Vulture, causing him to let go of the blaster. It landed on the main deck and started to go haywire, but Spider-Man encased it in webbing to keep it in place.

"You're messing with things you don't understand!" Vulture exclaimed.

Y/N looked up at the winged man, but the weapon suddenly started to overcharge. Purple energy started to slice through the webbing, where it ultimately shot through the ferry vertically.

It let out one last shockwave before powering down. Vulture took the diversion as a chance to escape. He flew with Herman away from the ferry back toward the island.

The blaster's eruption caused the ferry to be sliced in half. It started to separate down the middle and water spurted onto the deck through the crack.

"Oh, my God!" Y/N exclaimed. "Brie, give me an X-Ray of the boat and target all of the strongest points!"

"The targets are now highlighted."

"Okay!" Y/N took a breath and started running. "Time to remember that refresher course!"

Spider-Man leaped up and started to web the highlighted areas. He recalled the different types of webbing that he went over with Brie in the Damage Control vault.

"Web grenade!"

"Splitter web!"

"Another grenade!"

"Tempered!"

"Tempered!"

"More tempered!"

Y/N swung through the split ferry, shooting different types of webbing and tying them up as he maneuvered through. There was one target he was about to miss, but he vaulted over one line he previously made and stuck it with tempered webbing. Once he was done, he leaped onto the top deck and took a breath.

"Is uh...." Y/N panted. "Is that it?"

"You were 100% successful. Great job, Y/N." Brie answered. "The refresher course has certainly paid off."

The teenager let out a relieved sigh as he sat down. He let out a breathy chuckle as well.

"Thank God I remembered about the tempered webbing. That was like...#547 on the list of combinations."

"Yeah! Spider-Man!" A man cheered and applauded. The rest of the passengers on the ferry that witnessed it also joined in on the applause.

Y/N simply nodded, still sitting down as he looked at the damage he caused. He let out a sigh, thinking of how bad it could've gone.

The authorities arrived to help the passengers out of the split-up ferry. Y/N worried that his webbing would dissolve before they came, but thankfully they arrived in under an hour and most civilians were already out.

Along with the coast guard came Tony, Rhodey, and Vision. The three Avengers were already on the way after Stark was hung up on by Y/N and arrived a bit after the web-slinger saved the ferry. They helped the authorities and Spider-Man with the passengers.

A/N: Based on this concept art, but obviously the ferry is in better condition than shown here lol

Y/N was on one of the empty coast guard boats catching his breath. Rhodey flew down and landed beside him, retracting his faceplate to look at the teenager.

"Uh...sorry about all this." The teenager began to apologize.

"It is quite a mess." Rhodey replied looking back. "Not too bad though."

Y/N sighed, looking down and rubbing the back of his neck. The colonel put a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"You did good. Only minor injuries. No casualties."

"But it could've been worse." He interjected rather pessimistically. "Sometimes...I jump into things before I think."

Rhodey sighed. "It was your instinct. I don't blame you. Unfortunately, I don't think Tony thinks the same way."

"What does he think?"

"Well, that's why I came here." Rhodey pointed at the station across the water. "He wants to talk to you."

Y/N looked back at the station. He gave one last look at Rhodey, nodding before leaping up and using the many helicopters in the area to swing to the dock.

The teenager made it to the roof of the station. He sat there for a moment until Iron Man finally arrived. The armored Avenger descended and landed behind Spider-Man.

"Just when I thought I couldn't be screwed over anymore by a fifteen-year-old...he ignores my order to stay away from this and hacks a multimillion-dollar suit so he can go behind my back to do the one thing I told him not to."

"At least everyone's okay." Y/N butted, still looking toward the river.

"No thanks to you."

"No thanks to me?" Y/N turned around and faced the man, unmasking himself in the process. "I told you those weapons were out there but you didn't listen to me. I had to go out of my way to track these guys down while you just sat on your ass drinking Chardonnay or whatever! You don't care about what I care about."

Tony retracted his faceplate and then the rest of his armor, stepping out of it and walking toward Y/N.

"I do care, kid. I listened. Who do you think called the FBI, huh? Everything was planned out so that these assholes could be arrested. But, of course, you couldn't let it be and had to go gung-ho on–"

"You can't just expect me to–"

"Don't interrupt me! I've had it!" Tony shouted. "What if somebody had died tonight? Different story, right? Because that's on you."

Tony tried to calm himself. He lowered his tone and continued.

"And if you died...I feel like that's on me." The billionaire sighed. "Your dad has already lost a lot. I know..."

Y/N looked up from the floor and at the man. He had an inkling of what he was going to bring up.

"I already blame myself for a lot of things. For what happened in Sokovia...for what happened back in 2012. If I could bring her back–"

"Tony–"

"I don't want your dad to lose you too, Y/N. Your line of work is dangerous and I know you understand that. But going after people like this...it's going to get you killed. And I can't let that be on my conscience."

The teenager looked back down at his hands and fiddled with them. There was a beat before Tony let out a sigh and spoke again.

"You think you're invincible with all these new gizmos. But you're not, Y/N. I'm going to disable the A.I."

"Brie?" Y/N asked as he looked back up.

"Brie?" He replied, then assumed it was the name he gave the female voice within the suit. "Yeah, her."

"But, Tony–"

"Don't try and argue with me. Be grateful that I'm not taking away the suit itself." Tony scolded. "You didn't entirely screw this up, so I'm giving you another chance. A chance to better yourself."

Tony lifted his sleeve and tapped on his watch a few times. The suit Y/N was wearing whirred and glowed for a second before it became still. Brie was disabled and the spider suit was now just stylized fabric...like before.

"Now I gotta scold Peter next. He and that other friend of yours are the only people who could've hacked into the damn thing."

Tony started to walk back to his armor. Y/N stepped forward and called out to him.

"Don't get mad at Peter. It's not his fault. He was against it at first and I made him help me." Y/N pleaded. "He's the one with the cooler head. He actually thinks before he acts."

Tony looked back, giving a nod of understanding. He entered his suit and it started to fasten around his body.

"Thank you." Y/N added.

"Just...please stay out of trouble."

Iron Man activated his thrusters and flew away. The teenager sighed and looked out onto the water, seeing that the sun was now setting. It'd be dark by the time he swung back home and he knew his dad was probably worried sick about him.

Y/N put on his mask, then leaped off the building where he initiated his swing.

• • •

HE HAD HIS Spider-Man suit in his backpack as he walked down the hallway toward his apartment. Y/N had also changed into the clothes he had during school earlier in the day. The teenager went up to his door and knocked, expecting his father to be on the other side.

Just as he expected, Michael answered the door and looked at his son. Y/N gave a weak smile.

"Hey."

Michael just looked at him, stepping aside to let him in. Y/N walked inside and his father closed the door.

"I want you to put the damn bag down right now and tell me where the hell you've been." The man scolded.

Y/N took a breath, not having an answer as he put the backpack on the sofa. Michael put his hands on his waist and paced to the living room.

"You haven't been answering my calls. You can't do that, Y/N! Then this ferry thing happens. I called the school. I called all the nearby police stations. I called May, I called Ned's mom...they didn't have a clue where you were."

"Dad, I'm fine." Y/N interjected. "I'm okay. Honestly, relax. I'm fine."

Michael turned back around and faced his son. "Enough with the bullshit. I know you left detention. I know you left the hotel room back in D.C...and don't think I don't know about how you sometimes sneak out at night."

Y/N looked down and exhaled through his nose. Michael shook his head and stared at him.

"You've been acting this way since the start of the year. Please...tell me what's going on. Just lay it out. Remember, you got me...I got you, we have each other."

Y/N took a breath, looking into the eyes of his worried father. He could see the fear in them, the concern, the stress.

Michael just wanted to be able to help his son in any way he can, and with how Y/N was acting recently he felt like he wasn't doing enough. He believed maybe his constant workload was causing his son to act the way he was. To ignore his schoolwork. To be truant. To be reckless. These were times in the man's life when he wished Aubrey, his late wife, was there with him.

The teenager had a feeling his father felt that way. He didn't want him to think the way he was acting was because of him. It was for him. For the city. For the people close to his heart.

He didn't want him to feel like he hasn't been good enough. Y/N looked up from the floor and at Michael.

"I'm Spider-Man."