Beware of mild cursing.

It had been three days since the Flash dilemma and things have been quiet. Well, as quiet as a New York City Highschool can be. Flash walked around flaunting his trainee position in SHIELD, while Johnny ditched the popular group to aquire a lone wolf feel. He quickly became the guy people go to when they need something, whether that is drugs or homework.

However, Peter never quite forgot about the shouting match that caused a strange response from the new kid.

You know what isn't fair? Experiments gone wrong, ending the death of everyone you care about, and being tormented by everyone because you aren't good enough...

Experiments? Unauthorized experiments were highly illegal, and if this kid knew anything then he would know not to talk about something that illegal.

But that had to be the case, since Peter had read all of the federally authorized experiment briefings, findings, and occasional failures. Johnny specifically said experiment gone wrong, but anyone involved in any experiments that happened recent enough for this kid to be alive had no survivors. At least documented ones.

His detailed analysis of the situation was interrupted by the tapping of paper on his arms as the kid infront of him passed back their chemistry quiz sheet.

The situation would have to wait til later.

Now he had to take a quiz.

Fun.

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Johnny had found the perfect spot to zone out and do his homework. It also was a convenient place to settle deals, especially if they needed to be ended with force.

In fact, it was so isolated that the teen often slept up there, since he didn't really have a home to go to.

Johnny was having a difficult time focusing on his geometry homework, and threw his pencil at the wall in frustration. He hated math. However, the compromise of his upcoming Anatomy presentation wasn't any better, so he retrieved his pencil and tried to figure out how the he|| he was supposed to find the area of a cone.

The effort ended up futile when he became so frustrated he nearly exploded. So he decided to take a walk.

A walk that ended him up right infront of a Stark Industries satellite facility, more specifically, the R&D facility. He sat with his back to the wall and put in some "earbuds". In reality, they helped him hear into the building. It was his next target after all, though he never thought Stark would be one to go behind the government and do something bad but who was Johnny to judge.

He pulled out his phone and worked on isolating important audio streams, tuning out the hum of the AC and making worker's audio more crisp and clear.

After listening in on various conversations and scrolling through Pinterest, he stood up and began walking. It just so happened to lead him right by Maggy Larson's apartment complex, which Maggy Larson conveniently just entered.

Johnny slipped in, his eyes glued on his phone. He followed Maggy up to the thrid floor, and deduced she was in room 37. He waited for 15 minutes before knocking on her door.

"One second!" Maggy called. Soon the door opened, and Johnny put a nervous facade on.

"H-hi."

Maggy looked confused, and responded. "Look kid I'm not interested in buying anything."

"No sorry I-" Johnny began. "Look I was just wondering if," Johnny touched her arm, "I could borrow something."

"Sorry kid but I don't know who you are so-"

She would never finish that sentence.

°3°

A fire has started in an apartment complex in downtown Manhattan. No confirmed injuries or deaths, but it seems Maggy Larson, a Stark Industries intern, is still missing.

The fire has thought to have started in her apartment, and officials say there was a faulty gas pipe. She has not been found, but neither confirmed dead.

On other news-

Peter turned the TV off, already half into his suit. In a matter of seconds Peter was out the window and swinging towards Manhattan.

He got there in a few minutes, and was quickly briefed by the police and firefighters on the scene. They were struggling to get the fire under control, but had successfully prevented it from spreading. Maggy's apartment was in the heart of the fire, along with the faulty pipe. The team was unable to penetrate the fire, but hoped Spidey would be a change of luck.

"I'll do my best sir."

"Thank you Spiderman, and stay safe."

With those words, the Lutenant handed Peter a filtration mask (one Peter didn't need thanks to his new suit, but put on just to be safe).

He entered the outskirts of the fire which weren't nearly as bad as what was to come. Peter had examined a blue print of the complex on his trip over here and pin pointed where he needed to get. The room was on the third floor. The fith floor had already collapsed, and the fourth would follow soon, so he was in a time crunch.

Peter made his way through the burning rumble swiftly, locating a stairway, then locating a second one because the first one collapsed.

While carefully climbing the burning stairs, the weight of the situation hit Peter. He was freaking out. Sure there was only one person, but they were trapped in a super unstable fire. How was he supposed to save them?

Being forced to balance dozens of lives on your own...

The new kid's words rang through his head....everyone abandoned you... Peter narrowly dodged a falling timber, and grabbed onto the wall just as the stair case gave way. He pressed himself against the wall, but burning material tore down his back. The metal suit absorbed the cut, but not the heat. His back burned, but he pushed away the discomfort and continued his crawl up the building.

By the time he kicked down the third floor door, his hands hurt more than his back. He shook them out as he crept along the floor. Fire fell around him, and he was forced to take cover from it behind a burning support beam. It did little to protect him but was better than nothing.

Reds and oranges danced around him as he sprinted through a field of fire. He was through it in seconds, but the hairs covering his body tingled a pins and needles feel. He powered through the feeling as he pushed through another wall of fire. This one left him itchy, and the third left his skin with a sunburned feel.

Luckily that was the last wall, and he found himself in an unnatural surrounding. Unlike the crumbling building, the room he found himself in was perfectly in tact. Not a single piece of furniture was singed.

The only thing out of place was the girl who's arms were tightly bound with rope. She sat on a blue sofa, next to a too familiar face.

"

What the he|| Johnny?!" Peter yelled.

The teen visibly jumped a bit at the new voice. He turned from his position next to Maggy to look at Peter. His suit was probably a shiny metallic, the paint having been burned off in the multiple walls of fire he had to surpass to get in here.

"Who is God's name are you?" Johnny questioned, peering at the silver eyes. They thinned as Peter squinted at him.

"I," Peter said in a slightly deeper voice, "am Spiderman."

"You just changed your voice."

"What! No!"

"You totally did," Johnny countered.

"He's right," Maggy spoke from he position on the couch. She had turned her head at an uncomfortable angle to get a look at the two teens.

Spiderman threw his hands in the air, exasperated. "I am saving you from this phyco and you are siding with him! Not cool."

"Aw don't pout Petey." Johnny said.

Peter stumbled back at the last word. He quickly tried to recover.

"W-who's Peter? I don't know any Peter."

Johnny raised an eyebrow.

"Sure. You've never heard of Peter?"

"Nope. I don't even know who Peter Parker is."

"Wow your trash at this."

Peter pouted. Instead of responding he shot a web at the brunette infront of him, successfully pinning him to the couch.

"Who are you and what do you want with Maggy?" Peter questioned.

He began cautiously walking towards the two, heading to Maggy's aid. His gaze on Johnny never wavered though.

"I just needed a password. That's all."

"Passwords are personal."

"Not her's."

There was silence. Peter had reached for Maggy's bonds and began untying. He didn't notice the subtle glowing from Johnny's hands though, even though his eyes never left them.

He was too focused on saving Maggy, when he should have been focused on saving himself.

/•∆•\

"Lutenant the building is going to come down. There is no way we can salvage this."

"Hold the ranks commander."

"Sir-"

"I said hold the goddamn ranks!"

"Yes sir."

The chief of the New York City fire department refused to loose this fight. There was still an unaccounted for civilian in the destroyed Manhattan apartment complex, not to mention a vigilante who had saved not only dozens of civilian lives, but dozens of his own mens's asses.

He would give Spiderman as much time as he could, even if that was only a few seconds.

The police had set up a perimeter far enough away from the blaze that no press could get a picture of the building. Of course that didn't stop the ABC news station from sending their new chopper over the blaze to snatch a few photos.

Fires were rarely this large.

The most recent information on the news was the fire having only spread throughout one complex and was under control, but that was far from the truth.

The Lutenant didn't lie to Spiderman about having contained the fire, but that was before the fire roared back to life. It seemed to be toying with him, letting the chief think he had the fire under control before soaring higher than before and spreading onto a new building.

The entire neighborhood had been evacuated, but that didn't make this any less bare-able. Hundreds of people had lost their homes to this fire, and hundreds more were about to. And the Lutenant was powerless over this unnatural blaze.

Moments after Spiderman had entered the building, it began to tremble. It was a miracle he had gotten it to hold for so long, but he was hoping the miracle wasn't over and he could get it hold for as long as possible.

This didn't seem to be happening, but the Chief wouldn't give up. Not yet anyways. There was still work to be done.

He called over Officer Miguel, the same man from before, and ordered another attempt to dull the flames.

Miguel obliged, knowing it was futile to argue. They tried the approach, isolating a chunk of fire and extinguishing it. The effort worked for five minutes until the fire roared back to life.

However the men continued this, not loosing hope. After twenty minutes, it seemed luck was on their side.

They had shrunk the fire. By no means was it very noticable, but they had made progress. The periods between the fire gaining momentum we're longer, and the flames weren't nearly as violent as they once we're. They were winning.

Somehow they were winning.

But all good things must end. After reducing the fire to 30% of it's original size, the unspeakable happened.

The building collapsed.

It didn't come crashing down. Instead, it slowly fell, like a man sliding down a wall. The flaming timbers fell to the ground, sparking before fully extinguishing once making contact with the ground.

That's when the weirdest thing happened.