Thomas had finally fallen asleep, his head in Newt's lap and Newt gently running his fingers through his hair.

He eventually was able to maneuver Thomas into his bed without waking him up. He left the boy to hopefully get a few hours of sleep before he dipped into Minho's room.

"Find anything?" Newt asked as he approached the bed where his roommate and landlord were sitting.

"Not yet," Eran said as she typed away at her computer. "I'm certain we will though. They want you to find them."

"How were we so stupid?!" Minho asked as he threw his hands up. "They got dirt on her from somewhere!"

Eran looked up for a second, her mouth dropping open into an o shape. "But they didn't."

"What?"

"They didn't get dirt on her."

"Well then how did they find her?"

"Because she didn't cover her tracks!"

Minho made a face. "What?"

"Before Spidey and Newt started working this together, Teresa was looking into things herself."

"I'm not following," Minho said as he leaned closer to look at the computer screen.

"They tracked her."

"That's possible?" Newt asked as he crossed his arms.

"Oh yeah, easily. If you're not careful anyone can find you, honestly it's quite easy to backtrack a foreign system if it's poking in where it isn't supposed to be."

"So Teresa led herself into this?" Newt asked as he leaned back against the door frame.

"In basic terms, yes."

"What about Tommy?"

"What about him?"

"You think his identity is in danger?"

"Probably not," Eran replied as she typed something else out on the computer. "It wasn't traced to him and I doubt that they know too much about Teresa. They can just track the invading system, which is probably how they got to her."

"We can't tell Tommy that."

"Why not?"

"He'll blame himself," Newt said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "He already feels bad enough."

"It wasn't his fault," Eran said as she let out a breath. "It really wasn't."

"Well, I know that but he doesn't."

Minho bit his lip. "We'll find her though right?"

Newt nodded. "Of course we will, we just have to locate her and then Tommy and I can take care of it."

"He knows I'm here right?" Eran asked. "I doubt he has his mask on."

Newt nodded. "He doesn't care, you already know his name."

Eran's eyes lit up. "Oo I got a hit."

"What?" Minho leaned over to see the screen.

"Her phone, I used some basic tracking find my iphone type shit, I got a ping about thirty miles from here."

"Tommy can swing there no problem," Newt said as he felt a weight in his chest lift.

Eran made a weird face and clicked a few times. "I got a hit...but it's really weird."

"What?"

"I think they're at a strip club."

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    When Thomas finally woke up, he reached out, looking for Newt who wasn't there. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. There was a hoodie on the end of the bed so Thomas pulled it on and got up to try and find his merc.
The light was on in Minho's room so he pushed the door open to see them all piled on the bed.

"Hi," Thomas mumbled sleepy as he immediately crawled onto Newt's lap and let his head rest on his shoulder.

Newt smiled as he let his hands rest on his waist. "Sleep okay baby boy?"

Thomas nodded and pushed himself closer into Newt. "Find anything?"

Minho coughed awkwardly. "Uh yeah, actually we did."

Thomas made a face. "That doesn't sound good."

"It involves some undercover work," Eran said carefully as she glanced between Minho and Thomas.

"I'm really not going to like this aren't I?"

"I mean I love it," Newt piped up as he slid his arms around Thomas' waist more.

"Shut the fuck up Newt of course you do."

"Did you know Minho used to be in the CIA?" Newt asked suddenly.

"He did?"

"Newt I really don't think that's relevan-"

"He's going to teach you all about going undercover baby boy."

"Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?"

"You and Minho are going to do some sneaky shit."

Thomas felt his stomach flip. "You're not coming?"

"I'll be there but if I show more than an inch of skin people are going to go running."

Thomas frowned but before he could say anything Minho tossed something into his lap.

Thomas carefully picked it up, making a face at the sparkly gold fabric in his hands. "What the fucking hell is this?"

Newt grinned as he hugged Thomas closer to his chest. "I get to live out my stripper boyfriend AU. The fans will love it."

Thomas' eyes widened. "What WHAT?!"

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    "I'm not coming out of the bathroom!" Thomas yelled as his face flushed bright red. He couldn't even look at himself in the mirror. Whatever the fuck Newt convinced him to wear was itchy and just downright small.

He could feel the fabric and sliding to reveal too much every time he shifted.

"Come on Tommy, Minho's out here already!"

Thomas scowled at the closed door. "Minho is probably enjoying this."

"Yeah I am!" Minho shouted back. He could hear Eran laughing and he kinda wanted to die.

Thomas screamed and shot his webs instinctively when the door suddenly swung open.

Newt crossed his arms as he looked at the webbing on his chest. "Really? You know I have a key."

Thomas tried his best to cover himself with his hands but there was just too much skin showing with the little piece of what Newt called underwear that he was wearing.

Newt's eyes trailed down and he just stopped. His eyes widened and he took in a sharp breath. "Oh fuck."

Minho came up behind Newt, wearing something equally as skimpy. He laughed when he looked at Newt. "I think his brain short circuited."

Thomas wanted to die right there. His face was so red he could feel the heat in his ears and he couldn't take his eyes off the expression on Newt's face.

"This was such a bad idea," Newt said slowly as he swallowed hard.

Minho put his hands on his hips, grinning. "I kinda like it."

"Well you look good!" Thomas protested as he squirmed in his spot. "I look like a twelve year old who got a hold of their moms underwear and put it on to be funny."

Newt cringed slightly. "Don't say you look twelve please, makes me feel like a pedophile."

Thomas' eyes widened. "Wait you think I'm hot like this?"

"Fuck this," Newt said as he pushed Minho backwards. "We're leaving in ten minutes."

Thomas' eyes widened as Newt slammed the door shut and physically lifted Thomas up so he was sitting on the sink.

Newt whined as he put his hands on his hips and pressed their foreheads together. "Not trying to be creepy baby boy, but this is killing me."

Thomas internally begged his face to stop burning. "I feel stupid."

"So sexy," Newt said as he mouthed at Thomas' throat. He ran his hands over his stomach before going back to his hips and pulling him closer on the sink. "So so sexy."

Thomas let out a breath as he tipped his head back more. "Come on, we gotta go."

Newt nodded as he pressed a firm kiss to Thomas' lips. "I know had to get it out of my system." Newt looked him once over with his eyes and kissed him again. "I'll pay you to wear this again."

Thomas laughed softly. "I'll think about it."
Newt took a step back before wiping his forehead and ruffling through the cabinets. He smiled as he pulled out a hoodie. "At least put this on for me."

Thomas laughed as he took it from him. "Seriously? You own a spiderman hoodie?"

Newt grinned. "Had my eyes on that ass long before it was in my hands spider baby."

Thomas laughed and pulled it on before hopping off the counter.

Newt winked before grabbing his ass and heading out of the bathroom. "Okay my sex workers lets go!"

"Don't call us that," Minho said as he shook his head but grabbed a hoodie anyways and followed Newt out the door.

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    Uncomfortable was too light of a word to describe how Thomas was feeling. People kept looking at him and giving him money and this was not what he had signed up for when he decided to embrace his spidey powers.

He knew he was supposed to be looking for something out of the ordinary but he couldn't focus on anything when all he could think about was the pairs of eyes on him everywhere he moved.

He wasn't exactly sure how but Newt had gotten him a tray with drinks on it so all he had to do was hand things out which was way better than dancing.

Minho was having way too much fun, he was on one of the poles dancing like an absolute fool but he was smiling and having a good time so Thomas let him do his thing for lack of a better term. Plus Minho was way more experienced in the field than he was.

He did come to understand why they had to be undercover because upon closer inspection, every guy and girl in the club had a gun on their hip. Newt could only take so many bullets until he was basically obliterated and needed to go home and let his body fill the holes and Thomas clearly wasn't a pro dodger. There were too many of them, they'd be dead in an instant if their cover was blown.

Eventually Thomas forgot about what he was wearing and he just focused on finding Teresa. There were back rooms and a place for workers which he assumed he'd be able to slip into without raising too much question.

Thomas was making his way towards the back room when someone touched his waist. He jumped in surprise, dropping his tray and the five glasses of water he had on it.

"Shit!" Thomas cussed as he looked down at the broken glass and his soaking wet body.

"Oh my apologies love," the man who knocked him over said.

"It was my fault," Thomas said as he looked up at him. The man was in his late thirties at least, his hair was slightly white and he had the hint of a moustache on his face. Thomas tried to stop himself from backing away so instead he stood up straighter and tried to come off as more confident.

The man shook his hand. "It was clearly mine, I didn't mean to startle you."

Another worker came by and picked up the empty tray, shooting Thomas a soft smile.

He wasn't sure how they were getting away with this, but no one seemed to question him or Minho being there.

"How has a pretty thing like you haven't been whisked away yet?" The man asked carefully. "I haven't seen you here before."

Thomas felt his cheeks heat up. "I'm new."

The man hummed as he looked him once over. "You don't seem like the type to be in this kind of work."

"I'm saving for college." The lie rolled perfectly off Thomas' tongue, he almost congratulated himself.

The man laughed. "Well this is a sure easy way to do it. Most of us pay quite well."

Thomas managed a half smile but he could barely fight down the weird feeling in his stomach.

"You familiar with WICKED?"

Thomas cocked his head, feigning innocence. "Not particularly."

"But you've heard of us?"

Us? Okay that's interesting.

Thomas nodded. "I think I talked to a WICKED guy earlier in the night." Another lie slipped easily from his mouth.

The man laughed shortly. "And here I thought I was the first one getting to you."

Thomas furrowed his eyebrows. "What does WICKED mean?"

The man smiled at that. "It means we have quite a bit of money."

Thomas smiled again.

The man reached out and touched his arm which almost made Thomas recoil, but he forced himself to stay still. "I'd love to help you pay for some of that college."

Thomas was about to open his mouth to say something when the man's hand was yanked off him. "Or you could fuck off."

Thomas turned around to see Newt standing there with his hood pulled almost fully over his face and his fists clenched.

"Hey," the man said as he put his hands up. "Calm down, I just wanted to play."

Thomas cringed a bit at the words and Newt let his hand slip onto his bare hip. "Not with him."

The man raised his eyebrows. "I'll double whatever you're offering."

"He serves drinks, nothing else." Newt's jaw was set firm and if his hood had been up Thomas bet he would've seen pure fire in his eyes.

"He probably doesn't want you touching him." The man shot back.

"Yeah, that's why he's dating me, because he hates it when I touch him," Newt spat and Thomas desperately wanted to tell him to shut the hell up.

"Don't bring your boyfriend to work." The man frowned. "It's bad for your business." The man reached over and carefully slid a folded fifty into the waistband of Thomas' underwear. "Come find me when you ditch the muscles."

Thomas felt something in his chest so he reached out and grabbed the man's hand, batting his eyelashes like some pathetic girl. "I never got your name."

"Janson." The man said as he looked Thomas up and down again. "It's Janson."

As soon as the man walked away Thomas turned around and pushed Newt. "What the fuck dude!"

"What?!"

"I was working there!"

"He was touching you!"

"This was your idea!" Thomas snapped back. He leaned closer to Newt and grabbed the front of his hoodie. "That was Janson!"

Newt's expression faltered but he gently put his hands on Thomas' hips. "I'm sorry."

Thomas rolled his eyes but let go of his hoodie. "This was your idea anyways."

Newt gave him a half smile. "Yeah, but I didn't realize I'd get jealous."

"Stupid," Thomas muttered under his breath before pulling out of Newt's grasp. "I'm going to try and get into one of those private rooms."

"With Janson?" Newt asked as he clenched his jaw.

"Probably." Thomas leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Calm down, I'll call you if I find something."

"Stay safe," Newt said as he adjusted his hood and turned away to go back to the corner he was lurking in.

It didn't take Thomas long to find Janson again. He was sitting by the stage with a drink.

"Seat taken?" Thomas asked as he approached the man.

He smiled and tipped his drink. "Not if you want to sit there."

Thomas sat next to him. "Sorry about earlier."
Janson waved him off. "I'd have jealousy issues too if my boyfriend was as pretty as you."

"He's sweet, just..."

"Protective?"

Thomas nodded. "But enough about him, I sent him home for the night."

"Well I like hearing that."

Thomas looked up at the stage. Minho was sitting on the edge of it with other dancers and a couple men in suits sipping a drink. Minho was good at getting information due to his time in the CIA, but he wasn't armed and it was far too dangerous for him to start poking around so he'd been assigned the job of figuring out whatever he could from customers.

"You like it here?" Janson asked as he sipped his drink slowly.

"The club? It's nice, better than the other ones I've worked...and not just because of the pay."

"But you don't dance?"

"Not usually."

"And why is that? You're gorgeous, you'd get lots of tips."

Thomas shrugged. "Guess I prefer smaller audiences."

Janson's eyebrow raised. "Oh so you do private shows?"

Thomas nodded. "It's more my style."

Janson put his drink down and reached into his wallet, pressing two fresh hundred dollar bills into his hand. "How about you take this, we go into one of those back rooms and you show me what you're talking about?"

Thomas slipped the money into his waistband and nodded. "Lead the way."

"You know I own this club?" Janson asked as they walked.

"Oh really?"

Janson nodded. "We'll get the best room in the place."

Thomas smiled and even let Janson take his hand. There had to be a secret entrance in there or something.

Janson led him down a hall where there was a giant entrance covered by curtains. When he pulled them open, Thomas' suspicions were just more confirmed. If there was an entrance it would be in that room.

There was a giant bed in the middle with string lights around the top of the walls. A giant plush carpet was laid out on the floor and there was a full bar to the right across from the giant bookshelf on the left.

"Want a drink?" Janson asked, as he motioned to the bar.

Thomas shook his head and swallowed his pride for a minute. He put his hand on Janson's chest and walked him back until he was sitting on the bed.

Janson's eyes widened as leaned back on his arms.

Thomas smiled softly. "Thanks for the money." Then he lifted his arm and webbed Janson to the bed.

He didn't even have time to make a sound before he shot another web over his mouth. He'd deal with him later.

Thomas made a B-line for the bookshelf. He'd watched his fair share of movies to know that if there was a hidden door, it would be here.
He texted Newt quickly, telling him where to come before he trailed his fingers across the books. He found one that was harder than the rest. He pulled it gently, grinning when it snapped down and the bookshelf slid to the side.

"That's so fucking awesome," Thomas muttered under his breath before he stepped inside.