Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man, balanced on a warehouse roof, looking out at the seventeenth floor of a nondescript office building. "Karen," he said, booting up his personalized AI. "Give me a scan of that building. Potential weapons, guards, hear signatures."

"Yes, Peter," she chirped in her friendly animatronic voice. "Activating scans... scans complete. The building shows a total of 15 heat signatures. Would you like more details?"

"Yes."

"There are 7 heat signatures on the lobby floor, five men of middle age, and–" Peter abruptly cut her off.

"Give me details on the 15th through 21st floors."

"Yes, Peter. There is only one heat signal in this area, projected to be on the seventeenth floor in room 1747. No obvious weapons are in any of these floors, and security seems to be at a minimum, with only two cameras monitoring the stairwells on either end of the building. Would you like to activate Spider-Glider to enter building?"

"Yeah, sure. Thanks Karen."

"You are welcome, Peter."

"Activate stealth mode." Karen did not say ' Yes, Peter' this time, as stealth mode meant she was silenced. Peter looked down at himself. It was still a weird thing, being able to go invisible, he thought as his suit turned on the tiny mirrored cameras woven into the fabric. If he squinted, he could still see his outline, but only because he knew where to look. Anyone else wouldn't be able to see him coming at all. Which would be good if he was walking into a trap. The coded message that had appeared on his phone had been a little too convenient, but he still had to check it out. He was Spider-Man, after all, and if he ran away from potential threats, then New York would never be safe.

"Hey Tony," Peter spoke softly into his comm. "I'm getting ready to go in."

"Be careful, kid. This could be a trap." It wasn't actually Tony on the other end of the comm, it was Friday speaking with Tony's prerecorded messages, but Peter liked to think that Tony's spirit lived on through his tech, and that he could hear him from heaven.

"I know. I'll be careful, I promise." With that, he shut off the comm. He didn't need to be thinking about Tony right now. He needed to focus on the mission at hand. He knew he might be walking into a trap, but he had gotten out of worse scrapes before. And besides, his spidersense wasn't going crazy, it was barely even tingling at all, so there couldn't be that much of a danger.

With that, he stood up from his crouch and spread his arm, the webbing wings instantly spreading out beneath him. He leaped off the building and glided through the air, landing almost silently on the side of the building. He stayed still for a moment to listen. He had landed on the 18th floor, one floor above the targeted meeting spot. He was also 15 minutes early, wanting to scout everything out. No alarm bells were going off, and so Peter activated a laser web and cut a hole in the window beside him. Slipping inside, he caught the hole he had made before it could flatter to the ground, then he pushed it back in and activated a web that would reseal the glass. One couldn't be too careful, and Peter wanted no signs that he had been here.

Keeping alert for any signs of danger, Peter shot an electromagnetic web that would scramble the cameras, and then he ran softly down the stairs, stopping to do the same at the bottom. And he paused again, locating door 1714. He crept over to it and listened at the door, even activating another scan silently. Nothing. All seemed clear. He pushed on the door handle, and to his surprise, it turned. This was too easy, this was definitely a trap. But it was too late now. The door swung open with a creak. If anyone was here, they probably knew he was here now. Still in stealth mode, Peter crept forward, web shooters raised. And then he stopped. Not because he stopped moving forward, but because his body was no longer responding to him. He couldn't move, no matter how hard he pushed with his mind. And with a shock, he saw that his stealth mode was undoing itself, and he was fully visible, with no way to use his weapons.

And then, someone stepped forward. "Well, Peter Parker. You were right about one thing. This was a trap."