Peter had located a gym after leaving the hotel room, Luna mostly ignoring him except for a spiteful goodbye and he's found his way to the exercise area.

He had told them that his room had been booked by the Princess and, after confirming this they, allowed him to take anything from the store in the hotel free of charge as a sign of goodwill.

After telling the hotel manager he'd make sure Celestia gave a good word to the Ritz, which is the reason they'd done it in the first place, he discovered that the gym had boxing equipment, ranging from handwraps and speed bags to a full sized competition ring.

And since he didn't have a partner to spar with he made his way over to the heavy bag, acquiring handwraps and gloves before training his weaker left hook against the bag, feeling the awkward punch he threw every time cause an uncomfortable feeling in his left shoulder.

He also wasted more enjoy with each punch than he would with his right as his inexperience lead to more overcompensation for how weak he knew the hit was going to be which only served to cause more pain in his strikes.

He was interrupted when he heard a familiar voice behind him, lacking the usual confidence it had and was instead a meek and restrained sound.

"You're not used to fighting left handed are you?" she asked.

He turned around to see Luna standing behind him, dressed in her own freshly purchased gym gear with a towel hung over her shoulder.

"No, not really" Peter said "I'm an orthodox through and through"

"Southpaw's a hard style to master if you're not naturally cursed with it" Luna said, walking around to the bag and placing her hand on it.

"Cursed with it?" he asked with a grin, trying to start a bit of playful banter with Luna only to have the attempt fall flat on it's face.

She remained silent, slamming her fist into the bag weakly before bending her arm and placing her shoulder against it, her eyes downcast and moping.

"What's wrong?" he asked affectionately, placing a hand on her shoulder "You're not upset about last night are you?"

"Yes... no... I don't know Peter" Luna sighed, stepping away from the bag and crossing her arms "I'm not sure how I feel any more"

"It's... it's because of me isn't it?" Peter asked.

"Yes and no" she answered "I think it's best if I explain it to you later... at a better time"

"When's there going to be a better time?" Peter asked.

"When we're not in public" Luna said, nodding at the other people in the gym that were looking at them surprised as to why the Princess of America was conversing freely with some nobody little kid.

"Right, fine" Peter nodded with a gentle smile "When d'you think it'll be a good time to-"

Peter was cut off by the sound of his phone vibrating in his short's pocket.

He planned to ignore the call and continue talking to Luna until she opted for him to do the opposite.

"It's probably your Aunt, she might be worried about where you are" Luna said, looking down at the floor.

"Oh shit, you're right" Peter nodded in surprise "I forget to tell her where I was last night, oh she's gonna chew me-"

Peter checked the caller I.D and his words died in his mouth, seeing who it was.

Fury.

Luna looked at him with a cocked eyebrow, his surprised looked making her produce her own.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"It's my boss, he's probably just gonna dock my pay for not taking any shots of Spider-Man for a while" Peter answered.

"I hope the shots were with a rifle Peter" Luna said "That masked bastard needs a bullet in the back of the skull"

"A little venomous Luna, what the hell did he do?" Peter asked.

"I've had run-ins with the prick once or twice, and as a habit I don't trust vigilantes" Luna snarled "They're too unpredictable"

"Alright then" Peter nodded "I'm gonna take this outside so you can't hear him screaming at me"

"Right, fine then" Luna nodded, turning back to the bag and beginning to jab at it, her punches seeming infinitely more powerful than Peter's.

He quickly made his way out into the street where he answered the call and spoke.

"Hello?" he asked.

"We found one" Fury said.

"You found one of the Gears?" he asked in amazement "Where?"

"Natasha dug up the file after hacking into Chinese communication networks, they're shipping the thing tonight down the Hudson River in a large oil tanker" Fury said.

"And let me guess, it's being guarded by Chinese special forces wearing fisherman outfits?" Peter asked.

"Yeah... how did you know that?" Fury asked.

"Call me a veteran in the trading and deals of Metal Gear models" Peter said, looking over his shoulder as he spoke "When's it coming up the river?"

"Tonight at twenty-two hundred hours" Fury said "You need an excuse to convince your Aunt to let you go?"

"If you wouldn't mind" Peter nodded "And who's gonna be going on the raid for the Gear?"

"That'll be Natasha and you" Fury answered.

"Not that I don't wanna, but, why me exactly?" Peter asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You're our resident Metal Gear expert here Peter, you'll know how to take this thing down if it gets out of hand" Fury answered "I hope"

"Right, but if this gets out of hand I just want you to call the clean-up rig the Big Shell" Peter said "I'll see you there Fury"

"Good, remember to bring your work duds" Fury said before ending the call.

Peter stuffed his phone back into his pocket and sighed, wondering what he was going to say to Luna and, even more so, what she was going to say to him. Next Chapter: Horrifying Reality Estimated time remaining: 2 Hours, 17 Minutes