"But it's not a trap in the way you're thinking. I'm not going to hurt you."

Peter just looked at her, confused. This was not the script of his typical supervillain encounters. "Then why did you tell me to meet you here? I am assuming that was you who put the message on my phone." Apparently whatever he was trapped by didn't affect his speech.

"Of course it was me. I brought you here because I need your help."

"With what? Surely there was a better way than luring me to a building and then trapping me. Speaking of which, what is this?"

"Oh, that." His captor smiled at him, his captor being a teenage girl with long blond hair pulled in a braid down the side of her head. No this was not a typical supervillain encounter at all. He wasn't even sure she was a supervillain. "It's biometric technology, I figured you might appreciate it, with your background in science and all."

Peter was a little freaked out now. "How do you know my background?"

She waved her hand as if it wasn't important. "My dad. Anyway, it works by exuding a constant DNA scan on anyone within 25 feet of the building on all sides. It updates the DNA records constantly to my personal database, and then if any of those people come within my office here, and I haven't authorized them, it basically acts as like Touch ID on an iPhone or whatever, and it doesn't permit them to enter. However, if I authorize them, the electromagnetic biofilm current will be deactivated, and they can move freely."

"That's actually pretty cool, or at least it would be if I wasn't the one being stopped by it."

"Yeah, sorry about that. I had to be sure you wouldn't attack me before I finished explaining. Once I explain, I'll deactivate it, I promise."

"Then please, start explaining!"

"Alright. So I'm the daughter of Craig Darrylson, like the guy who owns Wall Street. He's a supervillain, and is basically the guy behind all identity thefts. He's implanted with a computer chip that allows him to access anything, and I mean anything. Bank accounts, medical records, you name it, he has it. He's been on the lowdown, using side companies to pilfer information, commit some simple identity thefts, that sort of thing. But he's planning something way bigger. He wants to bring New York, and eventually the world, to its knees. And he's going to use you to do it."

Peter's mind raced as he processed this burst of information. "So why are you telling me this?"

"Because I don't buy the whole Spider-Man killed Mysterio, Mysterio is the world's greatest hero bullshit. After that message came out, I know you went into hiding. But I can help you, if you'll help me. My dad has developed a disease, and he plans to unleash it all across New York City. And he wants to lure you out of hiding by saying that you're the only one who can stop it."

"How does he think he can do that?"

"By saying that your blood is the only thing that can stop the disease."

"What?!"

"Yeah he's wack. He wants to murder you, turn you into a sacrificial lamb, then have people line up to drink the blood of the vanquished Spider-Man, something like that. But the plot twist is, that your blood won't actually stop the disease, it will activate it, and the disease, transmitted through computer molecules, combined with your radioactive blood, will basically give my dad an army of Spider Soldiers."

"Well, shit."

"Yeah, that's about right."

"How do you think you can stop him and help me?"

"Um, this is the part you might not like."

"I don't like any of these parts so far."

She shrugged. "Touché."

"So what is it, then?"

"Basically, I need to do part of what my dad wants to do, expect release the Spider blood first. This'll essentially act as an vaccine of a sort."

Peter strained against the biofilm ray even harder, but it didn't budge. He was starting to hyperventilate. "You brought me here to kill me?"

Her head jerked up. "Of course not! You're the only hope New York has! All I meant was that I need a sample of your blood, and I know you don't like needles."

"Oh."  Peter took a deep breath. "Oh I guess that's better, but still good the whole thing where you know way too much about me is getting a little creepy."

"Oh sorry. I don't have too many interactions with normal people so I forget that it's weird to be a hacker."

"I mean it's cool but it's also a little creepy. I'm not exactly normal either, though."

"So, will you help me?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"I mean technically, but I doubt my father will be as reasonable as me. And also, I can help you too."

"How so?"