Peter swung from building to building, hoping that no one would recognize him without his suit. Stopping near the ballet building, he jumped to the alley. Peter checked if anyone was on the coast to remove his mask and ran to the building door.

"(Y/D/N), (Y/D/N)" Peter called for his daughter. He enters the building to see if she is inside. Seeing that she wasn't in there or the porch, the one place Peter knew where (Y/D/N) was without Aunt May or himself walking her. Their home apartment.

"Oh god," Peter ran full speed to the alleyway, putting his mask on. Shooting his webs to the top of the building, pulling himself up and swinging. He kept swinging and swinging until he stopped at the side of the block, taking off his mask, and started to run.

"You better be home (Y/D/N) or else no more books and Game of Thrones for you," Peter mumbles to himself as he turned the corner. Running about 5 doors down when a car almost ran over him, thank for his spider-sense. "Hey! What the hell, man. Watch where you're going asshole," Peter jumped a-little and kicked the bumper of the car hard enough to break it.

Peter skipped two steps to the porch hearing loud music from the outside. Jiggling the doorknob to open it, knowing it was locked from the inside, and groaned when he remembered he left the keys in his locker. "Oh (Y/D/N)," Peter whispered, jiggling the knob a little harder "(Y/D/N) open the door." 'Go away dad' (Y/D/N) said through the muffled door.

Peter rolled his eyes and trying not to dent or break the doorknob. He dropped his backpack to the floor before sitting to shove his bag into the medium dog door and poke his head inside. Looking at (Y/D/N) laying on the floor hearing Rolling in the Deep by Adele, "(Y/D/N) I don't have time for this."

"Just leave me here die alone," (Y/D/N) said in a bored tone. "Come on (Y/D/N), stop being a baby, Aunt May won't come until 5:30 and the so-called social worker is going to be here," Peter said when (Y/D/N) turn the volume higher, making him growl in annoyance.

Shifting his body to reach the lock only to watch that she hammered the door side entrance and stupid enough to leave the hammer next to the end-table. Using the claw of the hammer to take off the nails one by one was hard enough for him. "You're so damn grounded once I get inside the apartment," Peter snarled.

The car that almost ran over Peter, parked next to the alleyway. The driver was a man with ginger hair side-swept styled, dressed in a professional dark grey suit, wearing a Rolex on his left wrist. Walking to the stairs watching Peter on the ground (without Peter noticing the man behind him).

'Oh (Y/D/N), I am going to cut you into tiny little pieces, then stuff you in the blender and bake you into a cake, feed it to the social worker. And when he asks 'Mm this is delicious, what's the secret recipe for this cake' I'm going to say—'

Peter was dragged by the leg from the mysterious man, looking at him with surprise, "Love and... care." Peter stood up with the hammer in his hand awkwardly, "Uh Hello..." dropping the hammer behind him "you must the..." "The 'Asshole,' his voice was deep and gruff making Peter flinch slightly. "Are you the guardian of the girl?" "Yeah, my name is Peter," extending his hand, "it's very nice to meet you... uh."

"Fart," he said. "Mr. Fart, that... that's a pretty strange na—" "Yes that's a strange name," He said interrupting Peter. "Are you going to invite me to your home, Peter," the worker said looking down at Peter? "Uh well... I just thought that we can just talk here... outside," Peter said signaling on the stairs. "Young man, I am a serious worker and a serious worker takes his job seriously," Mr. Fart said pulling his sunglasses to the bridge of his nose, showing his heterochromia eyes to Peter.

Peter gulped "Uh okay, follow me this way," pointing to his right. He walked to the parked car where the fire escape stairs were located. Peter finds a good size rock and throws it at lock with little force. The man looked at him with amusement without even showing it.

"Uh—Wait here," Peter climbed the ladder, breaking into his apartment. Crashes and footsteps were heard outside as Peter managed to turn off the BlueTooth stereo, 'Hey!'

Peter rushes to the door as his breath left him. "So... you want ice-tea, water." Pushing his hair back. "To begin with young man. Have you ever left your young sister home alone," he asked making Peter gulp in silence. "O-Oh no, no, no, no. She is never home alone," noticing a drawing on the fridge as he quickly moved to the drawing "until now. Heh."

—

The inspection was cut short when the man in a dark grey suit decided to leave the apartment "If I get any call, I will take her into my custody. Got it." Peter nodded in fear as the man opened the door with force. The 15-year-old scrunched his face in anger as he turned to his 5-year-old daughter. (Y/D/N) knew that expression and decided to make a run for it with Peter chasing her. Peter webbed (Y/D/N) her shoe and hugging her from behind "Gotcha." (Y/D/N) licked and bit his hand "UGH EWW! (Y/D/N)!" She managed to escape his grip and lose him by hiding her favorite place in the apartment.

Peter reached the hallway and let himself fall to the wall, but smirked when he hears a door close silently with his spidey hearing. He walked to his room, opening the door grabbing a random blanket. Peter place the blanket on the floor webbed the corners and climbed the wall to the ceiling. Then shot a web to the doorknob, pulling it to close it.

(Y/D/N) heard one of the doors close, her cue was to leave before he comes back. The little girl looked at both sides just in case Peter was near, didn't see that he above her. (Y/D/N) stepped Peter's trap without notice until she spots a slight glisten. She looks up before she was engulfed and taken to the living room. Peter dropped her, removing the sheet from her head, and (Y/D/N) hissed at him.

"What the hell! (Y/D/N), you were supposed to wait for me at the entrance," Peter yelled pounding the floor hard as he held (Y/D/N)'s arm. "(Y/D/N), don't you understand. You're going to be taken away and if you're ever taken away, I'll never be the same cause you are the only thing I have from her," Peter said with (Y/D/N) turned away with tears threatening to fall.

"No!"

"No! You don't care."

"Nooo!"

(Y/D/N) face-plants to the floor denting it. Peter leaned a bit but gave up. "My God, (Y/D/N) you're such a pain," Peter says. "Then why don't you exchange me for a puppy!" "Well, a puppy is better well-behaved than you!" Peter yelled back at her.

"Well, I don't care cause you will have a puppy and be happy without me," (Y/D/N) said entering her room. Peter grunted in frustration, pulling a pillow and screaming in it.

—

"Did you find the target, Mr. Fart," an unknown voice said. "Yes, I did sir. I found the girl, all I need is to find the Black Horizon project but I'm going to need more time," the man said. "Very well, you have four days to complete the mission. Do not fail me, or else," the mysterious voice finished.