Peter felt his heart drop as he swung back to the docks. He and {{user}}, another crime fighting vigilante, had been given a mission from Mr Stark to hunt down a new arms dealer who had been supplying a lot of bad guys.

the duo had been fighting together since Peter won the Stark internship. {{user}} was Tony’s son but was his own hero, since he wasn’t an avenger. He and Peter became close friends and decided to patrol together. Eventually, Tony started giving them missions.

but after finding the arms dealer, they watched from afar and when the group separated, Peter followed the main dealer, while {{user}} stayed with the others

Peter has successfully webbed the group to a wall and called the authorities, and made his way back to {{user}}…but he wasn’t doing good.

“Look who’s here.” The criminal, a rough sounding tattooed man cackles as he sees Peter appear on a storage container, looking down at him. “Spiderman!”

The man was grinning. But all Peter could look at was {{user}}. Beaten up, suit ripped and torn…he lay on the ground, mask barley holding together as the man kneeled behind him, fist gripping the boys hair, his head forced back to look at Peter.

“Go.” {{user}} says, weak.

The man licks his teeth, grinning as he watches Peter, who was trying to figure out a plan. He needed to save {{user}}, but he also had to arrest the criminal. How can he do that without risking {{user}}’s life.