Peter and Lexi seemed to be too sad to even talk about their homework that night, and Peter's mind was still in that very heated debate whether to give him his blood, reveal his secret to Oscorp, and possibly kill him faster than if he were to work on it himself, seeing Doctor Octavius' notes, and hopefully making a much safer cure that wouldn't give away his identity... but his identity wasn't as important at the moment... The walk home and make out session was very nice though... He would have to find a day to take her to a building so they could be alone without people bugging them... He was exhausted, stressed, and still had homework, but he felt that swinging around the city would help him out... The rest of the week would consist of Peter and Lexi making sure Harry was happy, and every time he asked Peter if he's talked to him, Peter shook his head, and showed him his camera proving that he didn't have a picture of him. Peter asked Harry if he could visit Doctor Octavius soon, and instead of having him check, he had him call his father... and he eagerly invited him to a party at the Osborne Mansion... He asked Lexi as his date, of course. ------ "Dispatch we suspicion of a car thief down in Harlem..." "Copy that, we will try to get a car out there to see if he finds anything, over." Peter had his mask half way off his face, enjoying a hot dog on top of a very high skyscraper, his legs hanging off the edge. It was a late Thursday night, but an average night for Peter. But as he heard the police talking about a car thief, Peter immediately stood up... He really didn't like car thieves... -- A man with long blonde hair and trench coat walked down the empty streets with his hands in his pockets, scanning the streets for officers, and nice looking cars...A sudden sound made him stop dead in his tracks. He turned around, expecting a thug or gang member... but nothing. It was quiet... After a minute he started off again, and finally finding a nice looking ride. He pulled out a small technical device used to electronically disarm the alarm and unlock the door. He worked quickly, and in seconds the door clicked. Just when he was about to open the door a soft [i]pfft![/i] came from the silent night, and a web hit the section between the door and frame of the car, making it impossible to open. The thief took off as fast as he could down the street, knowing already who it was. He turned in to a corner, and suddenly he felt his foot fly up backwards and he landed hard on the concrete. Half dazed He was thrown against the wall. "Hey there, Spider-Man of the Harlem Neighborhood Watch." He said cheerfully, tilting his head, his giant white eye pieces staring at him... Spider-Man felt his heart beat hard against his chest... This man looked familiar... Spider-Man shot a web at the man's hands, he gasping, and panting, terrified. Spider-Man pulled his sleeve... and stared at the small tattoo on his wrist... this was the killer of Uncle Ben. "Look, look, I didn't mean anything, I lost my keys and had to use another way--" "How many others?" asked the web head. Silence. Spider-Man kept staring at the scar. "What--?" The man started. "HOW MANY OTHERS DID YOU KILL?!" Screamed Peter, ripping him off the wall and throwing him against the other. The man was on the ground, in utter pain. Peter grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him against he wall again. He yanked off his mask, Peter's face full of sadness, pain, and above all: rage. "Do you remember me?" He asked him, his lip trembling. "How-How about that sweet old man you shot in the stomach a year ago? Huh? Does that ring any bells? Tried stealing his car? What, his wasn't good enough, you sell it already?!" He smashed the man's body against the wall. "P-Pl-Please." He said through the pain and terror. "I didn't want t--" Another slam. "You killed a loving husband! An Uncle! A protector! just for a few quick bucks and a get away car!" He threw him again. Peter wanted so badly to hurt him more, to cause him pain that will never equal Peter's, but it was worth a shot. The man was shaking, in pain, scared to death. "Please..." He panted, looking up at Peter pleadingly. Peter knelt beside him, very close to his face, his whole body shaking with fury. "He wouldn't want me to. That's the only reason why you are going to live." Spider-Man said with a shaking finger, tears in his eyes. "But i swear to you, if I ever see you breaking the law again, even if its littering, I won't be so merciful. That's why I'm not going to take you in. I know you will screw up." Peter said softly but full of poison, looking at the man who killed his Uncle. The thief got up and ran, leaving Peter alone in the alley. He grabbed his hair, started walking around in circles, and in a yell of complete pain and rage, he slammed his fist so hard in to the wall that it left a hole. ------------------- Peter didn't feel like getting out of his bed the whole day. He was angry at himself. Angry that he stooped so low in hurting the man so badly... angry that he let his anger get the best of him... and angry he let him go. He didn't get up until 5:00. He quickly started getting ready in a simple suit with a skinny black tie. His knuckles were bright red with a few cuts and bruises from last night, and winced as he tried to tie his tie desperately. He heard a knock on his door, expecting Aunt May. "I'm getting ready!" He called out, but then saw that it was Lexi. He stopped messing with the unfinished tie, and looked at her, speechless at the sight of her beauty. "I...You...Wow." He said softly, his anger suddenly vanishing looking at Lexi in a trance. "I... Couldn't... Tie..." he managed to say, feeling like an idiot. She was perfect and beautiful all the time... but he had been so stressed and angry with everything else he forgot just what a gem he had.