Peter arrives at a parking garage after following Karen's map to Aaron Davis' location. He soon finds the man opening the trunk of his car, a bag of groceries in one hand. Peter shoots a web, sticking Aaron's other hand to the trunk.

He turns, and Peter leans against a nearby car more awkwardly than he intended. "Remember me?" he asks. His voice comes out very deep and actually kinda scary; that must be what Enhanced Interrogation Protocol does.

Aaron seems surprised yet confused. "Uh, hey..."

"I need information," Peter says. "You're gonna give it to me now."

Aaron raises a brow at him. "Alright, chill."

"Come on!"

"What happened to your voice?" he asks instead.

Peter hesitates a moment, then replies, "What do you mean, what happened to my voice?"

"I heard you by the bridge," Aaron says. "I know what a girl sound like."

"I'm not a girl! I'm a boy." Peter quickly goes to correct himself. "I mean, I'm a... I'm a man."

"I don't care what you are — a boy, a girl-"

"I'm not a girl!" Peter repeats, all the while thinking that a girl — especially a specific girl — would be doing a much better job than him right now. "I'm a man. Come on, man, look, who is selling these weapons? I need to know. Give me names or else."

Aaron, who had left his trunk open all this time, finally slams it closed. Peter jumps, and Aaron raises a brow again, something Peter wishes he would stop doing. "You ain't ever done this before, huh?"

Peter sighs. "Deactivate Interrogation Mode." When he speaks again, his voice is normal. "Look, man, these guys are selling weapons that are crazy dangerous. They can't just be out on the streets." Aaron is looking at his hand, avoiding Peter's eyes. Peter continues. "I mean, if one of them can just cut Delmar's bodega in half-"

Aaron suddenly looks up. "You know Delmar's?"

Peter nods. "Yeah, best sandwiches in Queens."

Aaron grimaces a little. "Sub Haven's pretty good."

"It's too much bread."

"I like bread."

They both stand there for a moment, silent, Peter trying to implore Aaron with eyes. Then, in last ditch attempt, a desperate effort, he says, "I... Look, this is important, man. Not just because I'm getting these weapons off the street, but... There's this girl, okay? And I really, really like her, and I can't talk to her about any of this until it's over because I lied to her about it, and if I fail that really isn't gonna help my case when I'm apologizing to her. I don't even know if she'll forgive me if I do get this guy. But I gotta try. So... please. Please help me." But Aaron looks away and says nothing for so long that Peter realizes this lead is going nowhere. He walks away, muttering, "Stupid Interrogation Mode. Karen, don't ever do that again."

But then Aaron says, "The other night, you told that dude, 'if you shoot somebody, shoot me.' That's pretty bold, man... And I don't want those weapons in this neighborhood. I got a nephew who lives here."

Peter turns back to him hopefully, asking, "Who are these guys? What can you tell me about the guy with the Vulture?"

"Who?"

"The guy with the wings."

Aaron sighs. "Other than he's a psychopath dressed like a demon, nothing. I don't know who or where he is." Peter looks defeated then, trying to think it through, trying to find another way. Aaron says, "This girl you like — does she know you like her?"

Peter can't help but smile a little. "Yeah. We-We kinda... kissed last night, so..."

"What exactly did you lie to her about?"

"I promised her I'd leave all this stuff alone. But I can't do that, not when I have the power to do something about it."

Aaron thinks for a moment, then sighs. "Okay, the guy with the wings... I know where he's gonna be."

Peter looks up at him excitedly, hoping filling him. "Really?"

"Yeah, this crazy dude I used to work with, he's supposed to be doing a deal with him."

Peter, so excited he can't even think straight, and he starts to walk away. "Yes! Yes. Thank-"

"Hey, hey, hey," Aaron says. "I didn't tell you where. You don't have a location."

Peter stops, coming straight back. "Right, of course. Yeah, my bad. Silly. Just..." He leans back against the car again. "Yeah. Where is it?"

Aaron looks at him for a minute. "Can I give you some advice?"

Peter nods. "Uh, ye-yeah. Yeah."

"You got to get better at this part of the job."

Peter shakes his head. "I don't understand. I'm intimidating." He crosses his arms in an attempt to prove his point.

Aaron sighs again. "Staten Island ferry, eleven."

Peter's eyes widen. "Oh, that's soon." He starts to walk away, gesturing to the web sticking Aaron's hand to his car. "Hey, that's gonna dissolve in two hours."

"No, no, no, no. Come fix this," Aaron says.

But Peter keeps going. "Two hours. You deserve that."

"I got ice cream in here!"

"You deserve that. You're a criminal. Bye, Mr. Criminal." Peter runs away, only catching one last thing that Aaron shouts at him.

"That girl better be a model if you're just gonna leave me here like this!"

Peter actually smiles to himself, thinking, She could be.

~~~~

Peter makes it to the ferry at eleven, forcing him to get to a high vantage point and jump onto the ferry as it's pulling away from the dock. Luckily, he manages to land on the outside of it, and he crawls up to the window to peer inside. He sees two men, one of whom he recognizes, sitting back to back.

"Okay, Karen, activate Enhanced Reconnaissance Mode," he says.

"Sure thing," Karen replies.

He sees a screen pop up in his vision, zoomed in on the two men, whom he can hear now.

"He's up front. Main deck," the guy on the right says.

"I hate this guy," the guy on the left replies.

"It's the guy from the bridge, right?" Peter asks as the guy he was speaking of, the one on the left, stands and walks away. "Who's that other guy?"

"Just keep me posted," the guy on the right says.

Karen scans, then replies, "There's no record of him in my criminal database." Then, a second later, "Incoming call from May Parker-" her contact picture pops up in Peter's vision. "Should I reroute to your heads-up display?"

Peter, feeling a pang of guilt, replies, "I can't talk right now. I'll call her back." The spider on his chest — the spider drone — detaches, and Peter directs it to the man still sitting. "Hey, dronie, keep an eye on that guy. We can't let anybody get away this time."

Leaving the drone, he crawls up to the roof and looks over the edge, watching three guys on the main deck.

"Who's the guy on the left?" he asks.

Karen scans, then replies, "Mac Gargan. Extensive criminal record, including homicide. Would you like me to activate Instant Kill?"

Peter's eyes widen. "No, Karen, stop it with the Instant Kill already."

The man from before, who'd been inside, walks up to the three men. "White pickup truck," he says.

Mac Gargan nods to a man walking by.

Remotely, Peter says to the spider drone, "Dronie, scan the ship for a white pickup truck." The footage from the drone pops up in Peter's vision: the ferry in x-ray vision, each car on it individually highlighted as the drone runs down the length of the boat. Finally, the drone flies into the ferry again, above a white pick up truck. A man gets out of the driver's seat as one of the guys approaches, and the man who'd been in the car opens a bag in the trunk. It's filled with guns.

Peter almost grins. "Oh, this is too perfect. I got the weapons, buyers, and sellers all in one place."

Then, Karen says, "Incoming call from Tony Stark."

Peter's eyes are as wide as saucers. "No, no, no. No, no, don't answer."

But Karen does. He sees Tony in a car, taking off a pair of sunglasses. He ducks so Tony won't see where he is.

"Mr. Parker," Tony says. "Got a sec?"

Peter tries to lie as best he can. "Uh, I'm actually at school."

"No, you're not," Karen says, but Tony clearly can't hear her.

"Nice work in D.C. I was just talking to Grace about it. She seems to, uh — what's the word? — like you? I guess. Anyway, I'm glad you're friends-"

But those words only bother Peter, seeing as he's actively breaking his promise to her right now. He just needs to end this so he can fix everything. "Okay," he says.

Tony continues. "It's nice that she has someone to talk to when I can't be there. I always feel bad about that, since my dad wasn't around all that much when I was kid, ya know? I mean, that's kinda why I'm calling you right now, anyway, to commend you for what you did in D.C. My dad never really gave me a lot of support... and I'm just trying to break the cycle of shame."

Peter grimaces, hating to be like this but having no other choice. "Uh, I'm kind of in the middle of something right now."

"Don't cut me off when I'm complimenting you. Anyway, great things are about to-" And the ferry horn goes off. Tony stops. "What is that?"

"Uh, I'm at band practice," Peter replies hurriedly.

Tony's brows furrow. "That's odd. Happy told me you quit band six weeks ago. What's up?"

And Peter can't think of another lie. "I gotta go. Uh, end call."

"Hey-"

Peter looks back at the guys, seeing the guy from inside now standing with the three men, holding out a pair of keys. "I'll take those!" He grabs them with a web. "Yoink!" Then, he jumps down onto the deck. "Hey, guys. The illegal-weapons-deal-ferry was at 10:30. You missed it."

Due to their shock, he's able to web two men at once, flipping in between them just before he kicks the other guy off the ferry, catching him with a web and pulling him into the side before he can fall into the water.

Peter hears buzzing behind him and ducks, causing the guy from before to hit the railing with an alien weapon and get caught in it as it smokes.

The two men from before get up, but Peter webs them and the motorcycle behind them and flings them to the side. His eyes widen. "Are you guys okay? My bad. That was a little hard." He turns as he reloads his web-shooter and sees the other man still struggling to free himself. "I gotta say, the other guy was way better with that thing. I'm honestly- I'm-I'm shocked."

He shoots a web grenade into the garage behind him, attaching a man to the wall when it goes off. He turns then, seeing the guy from inside — the one who never stood up — hitting another guy against the truck. The second guy slumps to the ground as the first guy turns and locks eyes with Peter.

Peter starts to run for him, but then multiple people pop up at the railing on the upper deck, pointing guns at Peter.

"Freeze! FBI!"

"Don't move!"

More people run out of doors to Peter's right, also brandishing guns. "Get on the ground!"

"FBI!"

Peter puts his hands out, scared and confused. "Wait, what do you mean, FBI?"

"The FBI is the Federal Bureau of Investigation," Karen says.

"I know what the FBI means, but what are they doing here?"

Suddenly, mechanical wings tear out of a white vehicle behind the agents, and everyone turns to see the Vulture flying towards them. The agents shoot at him, but Peter sees an alien weapon and knows that bullets will do no good.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" he shouts, running forward. The Vulture picks up a car, and Peter grabs the agent in his line of fire. "Look out, look out, look out! Move, move, move!" Peter flings the agent out of the way as the car hits him, nearly flinging him into the water.

He hurriedly backs up in front of the other agents as the Vulture flies above the ferry, his weapon aimed at them.

"Get to the top deck," he says to his men. "We're getting out of here."

Peter tries to web one of them, but fails, then instead shoots at the Vulture, latching onto his leg. He pulls, slowing the Vulture down as agents shoot at him. But he turns and shoots back at the agents, then into the ferry. Peter attaches the web to the car behind him, jumping on the car as the Vulture gets it stuck in between two poles in an attempt to escape.

He fires down at the web and at Peter, causing Peter to jump onto the top deck to dodge. Then, Peter webs the Vulture's wing, swinging from it after The Vulture gets free from the lodged car and flies over open water. Peter experiences deja vu for a moment.

He lets go of the web, then turns and latches onto the Vulture again, using his momentum to land back onto the ferry. As the Vulture readies to fire, Peter webs the alien weapon in his hands, crashing into a pole when the vulture guy moves to get out of Peter's grip.

But Peter holds.

"Activate Taser Web!" he shouts. The web becomes alive, shocking the weapon and the guy's wings, sending sparks flying. The Vulture lets go of the weapon, which flings back at Peter and lands on the deck, blasting wildly. Peter frantically shoots webs at it until it sticks to the deck.

"You're messing with things you don't understand!" the Vulture says.

And then the weapon explodes with power, lasers shooting through the whole ferry as the Vulture flies away. Peter turns, seeing the ship divided in two, water bursting up from the crack. It begins to split apart.

Peter, his chest tight, trying to breathe, doesn't know what to do. Everything is falling apart — literally.

"Karen, uh, uh, give me an x-ray of the boat and target all the strongest points," he says. It all appears in his vision, points of the ship highlighted in red.

"Web grenade! Web grenade!"

He fires web grenades at the highlighted points, then jumps into the crack of the ship.

"Splitter web, go."

He swings through the ship, connecting webs, pulling things to together, weaving everything. He lands on a lip that isn't destroyed, looking at his work. The crack is still huge, but it isn't getting any wider.

"Great job, Peter," Karen says. "You are ninety eight percent successful." One point of the ship is highlighted in red.

"Ninety eight?" Peter asks.

"Yeah, Spider-Man!" a man shouts.

And the webs begin to snap.

"No, no, no, no!" Peter shouts. The crack begins widening, people are screaming, water is rising on the inside, down below. Cars beep, floating into the water. Peter shoots a web on both sides of the crack, hanging in the middle of it as he desperately tries to pull it back together. To save all these people. It hurts, the weight of the two sides threatening to pull him apart.

But the ship begins to pull together. And Peter knows it's not his doing.

"What...?" He lands inside the ship, looking around. Out of a window, an Iron Man suit appears, looking in from the outside.

"Hi, Spider-Man," Tony says with controlled anger. "Band practice, was it?"

Drones come flying in, attaching to the outside of the ship, putting it back together, keeping it that way this time.

"Yeah, Iron Man!" the man from before shouts.

Peter jumps up and swings to the outside, following Tony as he seals the crack in the ship.

"Uh, Mr. Stark?" Peter asks. "Hey, Mr. Stark. Could I do anything? What do you want me to do?"

But Tony is seething; Peter doesn't have to see his face to know that. "I think you've done enough."

Tony flies away, leaving Peter on the ship, surrounded by military boats and helicopters, a weight on his chest and in his stomach like no other.