New York Police Department – March 6th

"Wow, these guys usually this stubborn?" Peter, fully clothed in his Spider-Man outfit, hung upside down on his web as he observed the glass separating him from a plain white room with a large white table spread across, accompanied by metal chairs on each side. Yes, he was indeed in his very first trip to a police interrogation room, something he'd looked forward to for some time. Movies always had the coolest scenes in those.

"Shut it, or we're making this visit your last." Peter turned to Jean DeWolff on his left, her face frowning as usual. On his right was Captain Stacy, observing the interrogation between Sergeant Carter and the criminal posing as a delivery truck driver last Saturday.

"Okay, okay, sheesh." He turned his head over back to the interrogation, DeWolff rolling her eyes as he turned his attention away from her. What a ray of sunshine she was. It wasn't like he was so loud that they couldn't hear what the speakers outside the interrogation room were saying, Carter was a very loud interrogator anyway. Like in the movies.

"One last time," Carter took a deep breath as he pointed to the green compound in his hand, "Who gave this to you?! Who were you sending it to?!"

Seeing how he's been asking this question for the 3rd time, it was clear that they'd get no valid answers at this point. Soon enough, the speakers went back to a static noise as Carter stood from his chair and to the exit of the white room. His face said it all.

"He doesn't want to say anything we need to know," He reached over for his nightstick in his socket, "I say we make him-"

Stacy grabbed Carter's arm before he even touched the nightstick, "No, Sergeant, we don't."

Just last Saturday, two lousy criminals madly driving a delivery truck turned Peter's life upside down in a way he didn't even expect. Just one truck containing so much Globulin Green, and he was clueless as to where they were being taken. Others were now openly using a substance notorious for driving one of New York's most influential industrialists into a psychopath and driving his son to addiction. Of course, Peter swung over to the police department and told them all about it immediately, because the last thing he needs is for the Globulin Green to make its return.

The Green Goblin and everything regarding him was gone forever. Peter intended to keep it that way.

Ever since the police got the news from him, they immediately started an investigation, today was the interrogation phase. So far, nothing, except the fact that both men said they were part of a mass production of Globulin Green. The fact that this compound, this demon in a vial was still roaming the streets even after Oscorp promised to end illegal experiments was very worrying.

"I...I just don't get it..." Peter said, "I mean, it can't be Oscorp making these, right?"

"Doubt it. They wouldn't pull something this risky." Captain Stacy stated, turning his attention to the Web-Slinger, "If this were them, and we had proof of it, they'd be shut down."

"I...I guess..." Peter brought his head down - or up, in this case - in thought.

"It's worth noting that the Green Goblin was a danger to even the most powerful crime lords," DeWolff added. "At least according to Lincoln's former men during their interrogations."

"They worked for New York's former biggest mob boss. They should know what they're talking about." Carter stated

"Exactly," Peter turned to the two police officers on his right, "I mean, why wouldn't some flunky try to bank on it? Make their own Goblin? Or worse, Goblins?"

"According to Officer Cooper, the serum the men were delivering isn't an exact copy of the original serum," Stacy explained, "It's close, but it's not the same thing."

Peter started to think about all the damage the serum has caused. Norman, Harry...

Harry.

He'd just been released of the Green's influence, he's barely dealt with his father's death. Fake or not, the Green had to be destroyed.

"No." Peter stated, bringing confusion to all officers as they turned to him, "Phony or not, that serum is a danger to every person on this city. I can't allow it to run free - we can't allow it to run free, we need to get rid it of it."

"Oh, we would be doing that right now," Carter turned his head to the glass, staring dead-eyed to the criminal he was just interrogating. "Certain people just don't want to say who they work for or who they were taking the vials too."

"Which already gets rid of the chance of these criminals working for a rival mob boss." DeWolff continued, "Unless they just want to protect the only source of the compound, or their bosses are in cahoots. Either way, this is going to be more difficult than we thought."

All stared directly to the glass once again, brining a newfound fear to the criminal. Yes, Carter was indeed pretty threatening during interrogation, but having the rest of the officers and Spider-Man looking condescendingly at him nerved him.

Peter dropped from his web, heading for the room's exit. "You guys ask Oscorp about this, I'll find answers."

"Answers?" DeWolff walked towards him, "Answers where?! We've barely-"

"I'll figure something out." Peter interrupted as he made his way out the door.

"Give him time, DeWolff." Captain Stacy walked over to the fellow officer, "He's seen what that serum can do to people up close. No wonder he's acting like this."

The makeshift lab Gargan had just entered was one owned previously by Green Goblin before his end. Seeing how this hideout can contain lots of Globulin Green, weapons, and experiments; it's no surprise it was now one of Hammerhead's primary bases. Ever since Hammerhead took over, he remodeled it, dividing it into two sections: the safe room and the experimentation room. Weirdly enough, the experimentation room is where the computers controlling the experiment were found, while the safe room seemed to be available for the people who want to watch experiments from afar. Gargan knew how most scientists he met during his lifetime would certainly eat up being that close to the experiment, so it didn't really surprise him.

In the room was Hammerhead and a blonde haired and blue-eyed man who sported a blue jacket and some jeans.

"Gargan," Hammerhead pointed to the blonde man, "This is Morris Bench, Osborn's former demolitions expert."

"Demolitions expert?" Gargan chuckled as he shook Bench's hand, "We gonna blow up Lincoln's building or somethin'?"

"Dunno yet." Morris answered, "Just got here, but I'm ready."

"Silvermane." Hammerhead said "You're taking down Silvermane's secret hideouts."

"Wasn't Silvermane taken down?" Morris asked

"He was, that's why his daughter took over. Again." Hammerhead said.

"Isn't she your ex?"

"Mistakes were made." Hammerhead continued, "We're doing it because they're using the deal we had with them against us. The deal was they'd provide us with money for production of the serum and we'd give them samples of it for weapons."

"No offense boss, but giving them access to that will make it easier for them to topple you."

"Which is exactly why we're here today" Hammerhead noted, "I knew it'd happen eventually, you know how long Silvermane's been trying to get on top again? We're gonna stop that from happenin'."

"So I'm gonna sneak into the places where they're holding these weapons and destroy them?"

"Precisely."

For sure, Hammerhead had gained quite the experience in the crime field, which was no surprise considering all the people he's worked for. He has been through all of the modern empires in New York, Silveremane to the Green Goblin. It was inevitable for him to learn from all of them and pick up what works and what doesn't, it was all over the way he worked. There were hints of Silvermane, the anonymous contacts and fronts derived from Tombstone, while anything else that involved clearing threats was inspired by the Green Goblin. It was hard to ever see it coming, but Hammerhead was on the path of making a true name of himself in the city; and it was all because of what he's learned.

"But you said these bases are 'secret', right?"

Hammerhead nodded.

"How do you know they belong to Silvermane?"

"Mr. Gargan over here found them, and he was nice enough to provide the details." Hammerhead turned to Gargan. "Say, when's your boss coming?"

"He's coming any second now." Gargan looked to the door then back at a rather impatient Hammerhead, "Any second."

"What's taking him so long anyway?" Morris asked.

"Uh, calls." Gargan said. "Yeah. Calls. From ESU. Cause he's missing."

"Um, sir," Morris started, "Don't get me wrong, I love that I'll be able to blow something up but wouldn't it cause questioning from cops? The sudden explosions?"

"We'll make it so that the cops think something else is goin' on," Hammerhead continued, "Believe me, they won't know what hit 'em."

The doors to the lab opened, and in came Dr. Miles Warren himself. With the exception of Hammerhead, everyone in the room froze. His presence echoed throughout the room with each step he took, each step being slower and louder than the last. On his hand, the same suitcase he's been using for the past few days. Nobody knows what the suitcase has, nobody knows what he'll do with what's inside. It's that fear of the unknown, more than anything, that make these dangerous men fearful towards this one man. Is he going to turn one of them into a freak show against their own will? They all know he's fully capable of that, it was only a matter of what he'd decide to do.

"I was on the phone." He placed the suitcase on a table laid out with a control panel for the experiment, looking over the table as he spoke, "What is it that you said you wanted? Impenetrable and undetectable?"

Hammerhead turned his head over to Morris, "This is Morris Bench, Osborn's former demolitions expert. Workin' for us now. He's signed on to take down all the mooks tryin' to take over our business."

"Perfect." Miles opened the suitcase.

"Wait, wait, what's this about?" Morris questioned

"Enter the experimentation chamber. We'll set everything up there." Miles looked back to the computer screen.

"Wait wait, we didn't-" Morris paused.

"Oh, dear." Miles turned to Hammerhead, "You said nothing, did you?"

Miles turned back to Morris, bringing his glasses up to his face, "You will be experimented on. You will be turned into a superhuman. Got it?"

"What? I didn't agree to this! I-"

"Do it. You'll get your paycheck. Plus, you'll be able to destroy on a scale you've never imagined." Hammerhead said, leading Morris to smirking.

Manhattan

'Find answers'? 'Find answers'?! Really, Parker? Really?!

Peter shot one web thread to a building, one after another.

How am I gonna find answers? I mean, sure, I could ask Oscorp, but they're already going to be called by the cops. Heck, they probably already have. So what am I supposed to do if the interrogation wasn't finished yet?!

He landed to the side of a building, face-palming as he moved his head horizontally.

Focus, Parker, Focus. What former mob boss could possibly help me figure out who could be behind all this?

He observed the very bottom of the street in thought, unfortunately being distracted by it. Hot dog stands, people walking their dogs, families looking in awe at all the giant buildings. It was barely seen considering the height he was at, but that doesn't deny that he was standing at the top of a miracle in architecture and culture. What did a city as beautiful as this do to deserve rotten mobsters spread all about?

A call from his phone ended his train of thought.

Peter lifted the upper part of his suit, reaching his phone. He glanced at the caller ID and recognized it was from an unknown caller.

"Hello, this is Peter Parker. Who's-"

"Hey Pete!" The feminine voice said.

"...C-Carlie?"

"Betty gave me this number."

"Oh. Okay." Peter answered, "So uh, what's up?"

"Remember that truck that was chasing after us?"

"Yeah?"

"Spidey stopped it. It apparently had the same thing that made Norman Osborn into the Green Goblin!"

"What?!"

"Yes! Seriously!"

Peter was more so surprised on how they gained this information so quickly, he just started the investigation with the police!

"Who said?"

"Foswell."

"Of course!" Peter sighed, rubbing the space in between his eyebrows.

"...Anything wrong?"

"What? No, it's nothing."

"Sure?"

"Yeah..."

"Anyway, you're the photo guy. Did you ever catch Spidey taking down those trucks?"

"No, never. Why?"

"Dangit. Could've used it in an article about how the Green is probably being used a drug."

It probably is... Peter thought.

"I'll get pics next time." Peter said, "Promise."

"Great!" Carlie's tone changed as she spoke, "I mean, I can't wait until we end crime in this city. There's been enough. First Silvermane, then Tombstone..."

His lenses widened.

"Got it! Of course!" Peter lifted the upper part of his suit to put his phone away. "Thanks Carlie, bye!"

He jumped off the building he perched on and swung off to Lincoln's tower.

"Alright Tomby, here comes Spidey!"

Makeshift Lab

Morris Bench was a demolitions expert. He dealt with making explosives, destroying things, whatever it may be as long as he got his paycheck. Of course, working for a man like Norman Osborn showed that he'd take any job that involves that, no matter the moral consequence. He was capable of taking up a job requiring explosions, that was his forte, but live experimentation? Another field entirely. He's never seen anyone else do it, much less expecting it to be used on himself.

"So, uh..." Morris started nervously, looking at all the tubes and wires held all around the big metal suit around him. The suit contained tubes all throughout, with a big circle on the torso piece. Being a demolition's expert, he's seen a lot in his life, but none like having literal tubes inside his body, ready to do who knows what. "What's gonna be done, again?"

Warren, Hammerhead, and Gargan were standing in front of him

"We'll be correcting the mistakes done with Sandman." Warren said, "Sandman was an achievement. The success of his creation paves the way for a truly indestructible human. The problem was the element he was chosen to be composed of. Sand can be easily crumbled down by water, the material that covers 71 percent of the entire planet, for starters..."

Warren started getting the control panel ready as Hammerhead gave Gargan some experimental glasses to put on, wearing a pair himself. Warren was the only one not wearing a pair.

"The solution? Make a super soldier like Sandman, but compose him of the most abundant mineral of the planet instead." Warren continued. "Not only will you be undetectable, but you will be very hard to defeat."

"Oh. So I won't even need the bombs, am I?" Morris asked.

"Technically speaking, you won't. Much easier to flood whatever you're destroying." Warren added.

This is where Morris was starting to get on board with the experiment, but he had his questions. Sandman was never able to restore an actual human form, as in, one that was fully human, he was always fully composed of sand.

"Okay, that all sounds cool but I'll be able to 'un-freak', right?"

"The suit we're giving to you allows you to sustain both water and human form, so you can blend in with crowds as well."

"Alright then, c'mon!"

Warren whispered to himself. "Hm. The things people do for money..."

"Are we ready?" Warren asked, turning to see Gargan and Hammerhead already wearing the glasses. "Let's get started."

"3... 2... 1... " Before pulling down the lever, Warren eyed Gargan. "Gargan, are you sure you don't want to enter the safe room?"

"Nah, it'll be fine. You really think water scares me?" He chuckled.

Hammerhead shrugged as Warren pulled down the lever. The tubes connected to Morris' body were getting filled with water as his suit did the same. He was shaking uncontrollably, the lights in the room flickered constantly as he yelled in pain.

The only person shaking as much as Morris was Gargan.

"Uh, on second thought-!" Gargan rushed straight to the safe room.

Morris' screams soon ended when his entire body became covered by liquid, following with an explosion that filled the entire room with drops of water.

Hammerhead removed the wet safety goggles, "Well, that's that."

"Wait for it." Warren said.

Soon enough, the liquid spread throughout the room defied all physics. The drops attracted to the location Morris was previously on, slowly forming a figure with each drop that connected like a puzzle. The figure was that of a human body entirely composed of water, said water then being replaced by the same blonde haired man in the experimentation suit. The suit was unscratched, containing the tubes it had previously, the only difference being the tubes were filled with water. The circle in his chest piece was blue, along with the sleeves of his suit, while the rest of the suit was black from torso to the foot.

"How do you feel, Mr. Bench?"

Bench looked at his hand, seeing water encasing it instead of flesh. He was horrified, albeit interested, by this. His hand was water. Despite this, with a mere thought, that hand changed back to the normal human hand he was used to having.

"I'm feeling great."

"Good." Miles said, observing the suit. "The reason the suit has the tubes is so that it can stabilize your human body. As opposed to 60 percent of your body, 100 percent of your body is now water and you can manipulate other water as much as you please. The suit can also generate water at will for your body, just in case you find no water in the vicinity and have to resort to the water in your body. Keep in mind it is limited and -."

"Wait, wait, so do I control water or am I made of water?"

"Both." Miles answered, "Your body is entirely composed of water, but it is still needing of water to sustain itself, explaining the purpose of the suit. You retain your human physique because even though you are capable of controlling water and traveling through water, the suit makes sure you can stabilize a human form instead of being a living puddle."

There was a silent air to the room as everyone stared back at him. He sighed.

"Let me reiterate: you can switch from a puddle to a human. As long as there is water, you'll have power."

"So... I can flood a house by just blowing up their tubes or something?"

Warren nodded "Destruction in your fingertips."

"Alright so, the job? Where's Silvermane's punks at?" Morris turned to Hammerhead

"Follow Gargan. Either with him in the car or through a tube system, I don't care." Hammerhead said, "Just reach where ya have to go and do your job. When you're done, Gargan will proceed with the paycheck on my part."

"W-Wait, what about the cops? The Spider?"

"Crush the-"

"If you find Spider-Man and defeat him, bring him to me. If you don't find him after winning, bring me the results of the fight." Warren turned to Hammerhead, "Let's stay true to our deal."

"Yes, of course."

"Gargan?" Morris looked over to a water tube sticking out of the ground as Gargan peaked out of the safe room. "Wait for me outside."

He walked to the tube, putting his hand closer to it as he closed his eyes in concentration. All he had to do was think. Afterwards, he slowly dissolved into water, crawling inside the tube as he left the area.

"How does he know I'm gonna be up there?" Gargan asked

"Wait outside and see what happens. He has to learn his powers somehow." Warren's statement lead to Gargan heading for the exit of the lab.

Hammerhead could be seen smirking at the success of the experiment. Why wouldn't he be proud of his progress? Sure, Silvermane had weapons, but Hammerhead was doing what no one else thought of - using supers as his men. Instead of being distractions for Spider-Man or tools for destroying Spider-Man, he would use people like Morris as a message to all his rivals. That alone was enough to make him certain of his success.

Manhattan - Lincoln Tower

When Peter swung over to the Lincoln Tower, he did not expect to find the window he used to go through locked. Tombstone always said he'd do that, but it was still awkward. Through the window, Peter saw Tombstone in the same sitting position - looking forward, hands together up to his chin, staring at nothing in thought. It's like if nothing had changed, like if Peter came here to pay Tomby a visit in his continued battle against crime. Of course, that wasn't the case anymore.

Things have changed, so would Peter's allies.

He knocked on the window to gain Tombstone's attention, resulting in him looking towards the window as Peter waved at him. Immediately, he looked away.

Okay, then.

Peter looked around to find another way inside.

The vents.

Crawling up to the top of the tower, he was able to find an air vent, pulling off its grate and crawling inside. Peter wasn't as used to air vents as many would expect, he usually avoided them considering their tunnel-like atmosphere and cold temperature. Last time he remembered doing it was in a maximum security prison with a crazy cat burglar, and it was way past pleasant.

"Tombstone!" Peter bursted out the air vent located in Tombstone's main room. He started looking around in a fighting position, being attentive to any bodyguards that'd come his way. "...No guards?"

"No." Tombstone said, "The police have provided me some actual security officers..."

As he said this, Tombstone pulled out a red button from his desk, presumably to call security.

"Wait wait wait!" Peter yelled, raising his hand up.

Tombstone paused, raising an eyebrow, "Be brief."

"You know of Globulin Green?"

"The drug Osborn used?"

"Yeah, it is." Peter walked over to Tombstone's table, "I recently found some guys trying to deliver it somewhere. The police are still trying to figure out to who they were sending it to, which is why I'm here."

"I'm under police surveillance, I couldn't be able to take advantage of the drug even if I wanted to."

"That's not the point. You're a former crime boss, you should know who could be behind all this, and you should be able to help me out."

"You're asking for my help?"

"Yes." Peter said, "I am asking for your help."

"...Why should I help you?"

Peter saw that he had a point. He is currently standing in front of the vigilante who ended the operation he put so much effort into, after all.

"You'll help innocent people, get Globulin off the streets, clear your record maybe."

Tombstone gave him a blank stare, leading to a sigh from Peter.

"Remember when you asked me to take down only your enemies? Same case here, except you won't have to pay me."

"..."

"C'mon, man! Why can't you be good for once!"

"Fine." Tombstone said. This is the last thing he'd want to do, but if it meant Spider-Man leaving him at peace, he'd take it. "I don't have a clue about the people in charge now, mind you."

"Then tell me some guys that could be in charge. I mean, c'mon, we currently got nothing."

"Silvermane." Tombstone answered.

"I took that guy down on Valentine's Day."

"His daughter made it out, apparently. At least we think so. No one's found her ever since Valentine's day."

"You think she's trying to bring her father's empire back on track?"

"Why wouldn't she? You left a power vacuum in New York."

"That...sounds cooler than it already is."

Tombstone sighed.

"N-Nevermind, move on."

"I may have dated information, but I could give you somewhere to start with these hideouts." Tombstone stood from his chair and looked out the window, "Down by the coast of this city, there's an old warehouse. It's supposed to be for vehicle repairs, but it was supposedly a front for Silvermane, at least according to my sources. Would've taken care of it by now, but you happened."

Peter raised his arms, shrugging as he did so, "Not sorry."

"I doubt it's still being used, but considering how Silvermane's daughter most likely has to start from scratch with the empire, I'd recommend going to it."

"Got it." Peter started walking toward the window, opening it to swing over to this 'hideout'. "I'll return if I get anything from it. Or something."

Tombstone watched him jump outside and webswing to the vast landscape of the city.

Manhattan

Peter reached the location pinpointed to him by Tombstone, a front for one of Silvermane's hideouts in New York. He made note that it was an old one and it was very unlikely that Silvermane still used it, but checking was still useful regardless.

"Gotta give it to Silvy, no one would ever enter this junk heap." Peter swung over to one of the smaller buildings in the area as he approached the warehouse, perching on said building as he examined the warehouse. It was very far from the rest of the city as well, being that it was next to the ocean surrounding the city. Before making his move, he noticed an unexpected noise emitting from under his suit, that noise being the Itsy-Bitsy Spider tune. He lifted the top part of his suit and pulled out his phone.

"Ugh, c'mon, who could possibly be-"

He suddenly lost track of what he had to say. All words he would follow with were sucked out of mouth and completely forgotten at the sight of the screen. If his eyes weren't lying to him, if his brain was working, if he wasn't in one of Mysterio's weird illusions, then the phone screen clearly shows that she was indeed calling him. Immediately, he answered the call.

"G-Gwen! How are you doing how are-"

"Woah, woah," Peter soon realized it wasn't who he thought it was, "Chill out Pete, it's me."

"Oh." Peter answered dryly. "Harry. Why are you calling from Gwen's phone?"

"She's sleeping on my comfy couch and I wanted to give you a call, so voila."

"…Then why not use your phone?"

"It lost charge."

"So charge it?"

"Nah. Feelin' lazy. How 'bout you?"

"Fine." He said. "I'm fine."

Peter was certain Harry was trying to 'spite' him or make him 'jealous'. Don't get him wrong, the fact that Gwen was sleeping on his couch certainly gave Peter heaps of jealousy, even if he doesn't want to admit it; but Harry clearly didn't want to say good afternoon to his jolly ol' pal. He wanted Peter to get angry, it was all over his snarky tone, and the worst part is that it was working. Peter wanted to end the call before he crushed his only phone with his bare hands. Granted, he was angrier at the fact that he was in the middle of finding clues and Harry decides to interrupt with his childish antics.

"Good to know!" He answered brightly, "You seem down, wanna head over to my place? We got pizza. Promise."

"Tempting." Peter answered. As if it weren't obvious enough, Harry was trying to invite Peter over so he could third-wheel an unhealthy relationship all day. Not happening. "Fortu - uh – Unfortunately, I'm kinda busy at the moment."

"Oh, I see. What is it, the Bugle again? Yikes, they're sure giving you some workload recently."

"It's complicated." Abruptly or not, he already saw where it would go. "And yes, they are. Bummer."

"Geez man, you sound dry as a seashore! Sure you don't-"

"Seashores get wet, Harry."

"C'mon, man."

"I'm in the middle of something, why don't-!"

Call ended.

Peter looked blankly at the caller ID as it went away.

"And good riddance." He lifted the upper part of his suit as he placed his phone in his utility belt.

Alright then, back to business.

Placing a camera on the building, he head to another to get a closer look at the warehouse in front of him, examining it once again to find an entrance he could sneak through.

"Alright, air vents on top, so I can go in and..." he stuttered, trailing off as his mind kept going somewhere else, "Uh..." He shook his head repeatedly

Focus, Parker!

He really wished he could be on good terms with Harry and Gwen. That's all that was on his mind after that awkward call with someone he'd been calling his friend for so many years. Harry and Gwen, along with Eddie, were what helped him survive his Freshman and Sophomore years. When he needed bullies off his back, Eddie was there for him. When he wanted to work on a project with someone he trusted, Gwen was the first choice. When he just wanted to hang out, Harry was a call away. Now, Eddie has become the bully, Gwen gets awkward around him, and Harry only called to be a jerk for no reason. Fortunately, Gwen was just the innocent victim that needed to get out of a sticky situation, but there was nothing he could do. If he accepted Harry's invitation, he'd only allow Harry to drive Peter's jealousy

"She needs your help more than ever. Whether you decide to act is your decision."

MJ's words stuck with Peter as he continued to swing. What was he supposed to do? Head over to the hideout or prevent Harry from manipulating Gwen?

It's choices like this that always got to him, not matter what. Yes, his responsibilities were always above whatever he did with his personal life, but was it really right to leave Gwen in a situation like this? She was one of the greatest friends he ever had, always being the go-to for moral support no matter what. She never betrayed him and learned to forgive Peter despite his constant mistakes. One could go as far to say that, as of now, she really is his best friend. He should be able to help her with this just fine, it's just a relationship she needs to get talked out of after all. It would be that simple if Harry didn't go through everything he went through, but he did.

They both needed support, and Peter had to do something about it before anyone close to him gets hurt again.

He looked over to the warehouse, sighing as he kept thinking on what to do. He was so lost in his thoughts that he only just now noticed shaking from the wall he was on.

"Agh, Spider-Sense, take it down a notch!" He looked below to the shaking wall as his senses buzzed, "Is there an earthquake or something?"

Peter was instantly greeted by water splashing straight to his suit, another stream colliding to his right before he had any time to recover.

The water was coming from seemingly nowhere. One second, he was on the phone with Harry, the other he was being tossed around by a flood busting out of a building! He was pushed all the way down to the middle of the road, large puddles beneath him as the streams ended.

He coughed relentlessly, pulling the bottom of his mask up so he could spit out all the water that entered his mouth. He was soaked, from head-to-toe.

"Ugh" he stood up, lenses widening as he saw his phone floating on a puddle, "No, no, no!"

He slid his fingers all over the keypad in the low hopes of at least getting a purple screen to no avail. The screen remained black and lifeless. No response whatsoever.

How am I gonna explain this?! The budget can only allow one lousy phone!

His spider-sense buzzed immediately, making him look up to the Silvermane hideout in front of him. Except, instead of it being a plain warehouse, it was replaced by floods of water bringing it down to the ground.

Peter ran full-speed to the house. Whatever made that house flood was something he'd have to find out later, but his priority now was to get as many people away from the crashing water as possible. He placed his phone in his utility belt, jumping so he could swing to the site.

As he reached closer to the house, his spider-sense rung once again, but he was too late to see the giant fist emerging from the floods of water.

He coughed repeatedly again, standing up from the ground. All the water surrounding the destroyed warehouse formed into a humanoid figure. The face that was forming was unrecognizable at first, but as soon as he saw the blonde hair, the blue eyes, and odd jawline; he was put into shock.

Morris Bench?!

"Mo-I mean, sir! What are you doing?!"

"Trust me webhead, nothin' personal." He rose his gloved fist as it formed into a liquid fist.

Peter jumped over to the side as the fist collided on the ground, resulting in a loud splash.

Of course this guy's evil! Why wouldn't he be? Osborn only hired nutjobs!

"Look, sir, whatever it is you're doing you have to stop!" He raised his hand up to his face, "Innocent people are being hurt!"

"Pay's good, so no."

"Fine." Peter brought the two fingers down to his wrist, making his raised hand into his thwip gesture. The web thread caught on to a lamppost, Peter brought it down to the puddle connecting to Bench's feet. The bulb on the post broke, making the electricity from within the bulb to spread throughout the puddle. In response, Morris used his water manipulation to push the puddle pack, leaving him unharmed.

Morris smirked, flicking his finger as he pointed it to a nearby fire hydrant. It flung open, Peter dodging it as it hit the concrete. The stream of water it left started following Peter as Morris moved his finger to guide the stream.

Peter scaled up the walls, running on them as he tried to figure it out what to do with the water. It was following him like a heat-guided missile, no matter where he jumped to it was still onto him. Peter jumped from the wall, the water hitting a window on said wall. The water exited from another window, continuing to follow Peter as he was on the ground. Quickly, Peter used his enhanced agility to dodge the water by moving his torso backwards to where it nearly reached the floor. Surprisingly enough, the water did indeed miss him, but Peter's spider-sense told him it was all intentional on Morris' part.

He turned around, seeing Morris transfer the water directly to his hand, catching it as it formed into a ball of water. He threw the ball over to Peter, Peter being able to jump in the air to dodge it. However, this only leaves him open for another attack.

Morris' bottom half turned into a tornado of water as he put both his arms together, unleashing a full strike of water towards Peter. The sheer speed and size of it was enough to hit Peter back straight to a building wall and back down to the floor.

He coughed harshly as he stood back up, slowly opening his eyes only to see a pool of water escaping a nearby vent below the sidewalk.

"Ugh, lost cause, no manholes in sight." He looked down at his soaked suit, smelling the wet cloth and then cringing in disgust.

"Man, where do these guys come from…"

A/N: There it is, guys. The first long chapter of the series, with Hydro-Man as the first villain. I know he seems like the typical 'I'LL KILL YOU AHAHAHAH' villain as of now, but a little insight on him will come later. I'll try to give him a good motivation in the next couple chapters.

I wanna give a few special thanks to people who helped me with this chapter, like OriginalMiles did with the chapter name. I would link his account but it's half ironic meme stories, which may or may not appeal to all of you lol.

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