Trigger Warning: Mentions of underage smoking, blood

On the other side of New York, trudging out of an abandoned factory, Evelyn lit up the cigarette hanging between her busted lips before tossing away the lighter showing her bruises and bloody knuckles.

Blood dripping down her face from the cut on the upper side of her eyebrows and her face turning purplish from bruises over her cheek and jaw.

Taking a long drag of the cigar and puff out, "Bitter." She states and throws away the half-burned bud and walks away from the building.

Evelynn bloody shoes have now been cleaned by the puddles as she walks around downtown until she reaches a store that has Delmar's Deli-Grocery sign on top of it. The bell rings as she pushes open the door, flattening herself to the side as a customer walks out, thanking her along the way for holding the door for them.

"American girl!" The owner shouted, grinning with both hands held high greeting her.

"Mr Delmar." Evelyn nods, putting down her hood and revealing her shape making the man's smile fade.

"That's not good."

Chuckling at his words, she shrugs. "Just a bad day for me. Usual." She states, pointing her chin over the menu which then Mr. Delmar shouts in Spanish at the kitchen staff. "You have blueberry here?"

"Second fridge by the corner." The man points over.

Evelyn murmurs a thanks and she goes to search for it. She took a small container of it and put it on the counter by the same time her sandwich finished. She dug her pocket and offers the man ten dollars. "That's all I have."

"Nah, keep it niña, my treats." Delmar pushes back the money shaking his head. "Heard what happen to your mama, I'm sorry for your loss. She is beautiful as she is kind."

The brunette smiled sadly. "She was."

The older man leans forward, eyes darting outside for a second before looking back at the girl, whispering. " What are your problems?"

"¿ Cómo ?"

" I'm sorry. I can't help it. What's the matter with you? Is there a police officer?" ( There is a man outside. He looks suspicious. He keeps looking at you ever since you walk inside. He wants me to call the police.)

Eve glances up at the convex mirror as she feigns her interest at the cat on the counter and she can see a well-suited man standing in front of the store with a newspaper under his armpit but she can see why Mr Delmar notify her of the man, the guy wasn't even trying to conceal himself as he keeps pressing his earpiece but eyes go back and forth between her and the road.

Just as she was keeping her eyes on the man, the bell rang and a boy near 5' 10" with dark brown hair walk inside with a big smile on his face. "What's up, Mr. Delmar? Can I have number 5, with pickles, and can you smush it down flat? Thanks."

"Coming right up, Mr Parker." The boy stands in front of the counter and glances over Evelyn who currently petting Murph. "Cute cat, isn't he?" He tried to start a conversation but the brunette simply gives him a look and glance away but Peter already see her bruises and cuts. "Hey, are you okay? Y-you look—" He stammers, looking for a word to not sounds offensive but at the same time, pointing out his meaning.

"Like crap, I know." Evelyn finished, putting up her hood and rip open the foil to take a bite of the sandwich. She walks outside and goes for the other side from the suited man and as expected, he follows after her.

Popping the last blueberry into her mouth, she throws the container into a bin just as she turns right into an alley before she took off running.

"Here is your order." Mr Delmar appears with Peter's order. He looks around for the young brunette and then he notices the man outside also no longer standing where he last saw him.

"If you are looking for the hood girl, she's gone out 5 minutes ago," Peter informs the Spaniard.

"What about the suited man? The one standing outside?!" Mr Delmar's voice raised every second as he became frantic, worried for the girl.

"Hey, hey—" Trying to calm the older man, Peter motions with his hands and lowers them, saying, "Is there a problem?"

Mr Delmar points out, "Did you see her face? Someone was following her, I told her but she still goes out anyway! I was about to call the police."

"Ww-why don't you call the cop and I go search for her!" Peter didn't wait for a second before he took off, feeling pathetic for not piecing everything out. He notices her keeping an eye out and her condition— He keeps on speeding up and took cover in an alley behind the deli and changes into his suit.

It was a dead end and there Evelyn stood, waiting as the suited man appears running, searching for her.

His dark eyes fall on her statue forms and smirk, he presses the earpiece and speaks in Russian. Nodding his head to the order he receives, the man sigh smiling tauntingly at the young Stark. "Lost little lamb?" His accent was thick and it wasn't hard for her to notice who the man is.

( I'm not the one who is far away from their home .) Raising one of her brows, shrugging.

" ( Ah, I see that I wasn't going after the wrong person after all .) The man states, huffing out a laugh.

"A very shitty spy." Evelyn mocks making the smile on his face drop. "You might need to add that to your resume for your new job. You ain't that good in this line of work."

Heated by her words, he winds out the gun hidden behind him and points it straight at her but she didn't bat a lash at it. "Глупая девчонка." (Stupid girl.) He sneers. "Add that to yours." Just as he is about to pull the trigger, a white sticky substance appears out of nowhere, stealing his gun away.

"Don't you think she's too young for you?!"

The Russian man searches agitatedly for the source and sadly, he found it late as he was swung up and finds himself restrained by the web-like substance.

Spiderman appears as he jumps down while the suited man dangles with his head hanging upside down. He tuts. "You should learn how to handle rejection man! That ain't healthy." The friendly neighborhood jokes but the other man wasn't amused by it as he tries to wiggle his way out.

Turning his attention to Evelyn who has been watching for the side, he jogs over to make sure he wasn't late. "You good?"

She nods, "Yeah, thanks for the help, Parker."

"Just being a friendly neighbor!" He spokes but was silent for a second after his brain replayed her word. "Www-hat? Who?"

"Can you do me a favour?" Evelyn ignores the gapping look or, she assumes he is with the white sections where his eyes stretch out. "Be a dear and call Stark, say that you found his daughter." She pats him on the shoulder, nonchalantly.