With Peter's expertise of breaking in to buildings and fighting criminals small and large, he was absolutely certain that this window was not a convenient one. The window was a narrow one to show the street at eye level. They would need a very skinny man, would have to have very powerful tools to get rid of the window and gate around it, and then would have to make sure they didn't break an ankle with the ten foot drop... With one hand still on the wall, he pulled one off and searched inside his pocket to find his small web shooter, used his teeth to put it on his wrist, and laced the window with webbing at crucial parts. If they were to break the window, the web would keep it in place, and the stuff would be like concrete. Courtesy of your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man!

Peter climbed his way down the wall, and turned his attention to the voice of Lexi. "I would love to install some spy lasers or something in the duct, but I think placing a shelving rack in front of it with a heavy box or piece of metal in front of the duct would be good. We can easily push it out of the way." Peter replied, walking through the shelves, trying to find Lexi. He looked at all the shelves and old timey equipment. In normal circumstances he would be a bit fascinated at this kind of stuff. He was a sucker for photography and journalism after all. But when the "Devil of Hell's Kitchen" came to you and claimed that a mysterious crime lord is gonna take out your boss, you tend to stay focused... Until he saw a name that made him do a double take.

[i]--MARY PARKER[/i]... A piece of old worn out newspaper poked out from under an old piece of printing equipment. That was his mother's name. Peter lifted the heavy piece of metal with ease, and gently pulled the newspaper out. [i]OSCORP'S LEADING SCIENTISTS RICHARD AND MARY PARKER DIED IN PLANE CRASH[/i]. Peter didn't have many pictures of his parents, and he never saw this one. A tall man with dark and messy hair gave a grin to a slightly smaller woman showing him a piece of research on a paper. The woman had the same mischievous grin as Peter did... His parents in their natural habitat, hard at work... Peter gently touched the picture, then delicately folded the fragile paper, and stuffing it in his jacket pocket. He didn't want to bring this up to Lexi yet. He knew he said there were no more secrets between them, but there were much more important matters than an old picture of his parents.

He eventually found his girlfriend. "I think its all clear here. Good work, partner! You think we have to check the other floors? If they try an aerial assault on the building we'd be able to see it on the nearby rooftops--" He stopped abruptly, his Spider-Senses going off in the back of his head. He grabbed lexi and pulled her behind a couple machines as soon as he heard the metal door opening and a wheeled object being pulled in. He didn't know who this was, but he felt kinda embarrassed that his first thought was a bunch of assassins coming to kill Jameson in broad daylight by taking old newspaper equipment and beating him with it.

The wheel sounds got closer and closer, and he had to put his big brain into work! Two teenagers in a basement was very suspicious! Think, Parker! Peter pulled her up, wrapped his arms around Lexi, and planted a kiss on her, turning away from the sound, pretending he didn't hear it. A few seconds later he turned to see who their visitor was... and it was shockingly a....! Janitor. An older 70 year old man looking very surprised that two teenagers were here making out.

Peter gave an awkward laugh and smile, letting go of Lexi and using voiceless hand gestures to him. "I... uh, got a break and my girlfriend came to visit and we needed a quiet place to... you know... heh..." Peter said, clapping his hands together, the man didn't talk, he assumed he was too speechless. "And you clearly don't care, we'll leave, just don't tell the bosses we were down here... you know... Thanks, bud." Peter said quickly, patting the man on the chest and pulling Lexi out of the room, back to the elevator. "Sorry about that... I thought the janitor was a crazy assassin then I figured he wasn't one but an employee and they would understand some teenage lust or whatever..." Peter leaned back against the elevator wall, looking at Lexi with an apologetic smile. "yeah this is why you're usually the plan maker."