With little to no repercussions, surprisingly,  from running away from the hospital Peter went about his business, goofing off, perfecting and adjusting his suit and equipment, pondering whether to create a Spider-Symbol or something like that. His sixth sense, now christened Spider-Sense, had been functioning properly without a hitch in times of danger and had evolved to be able to tell him when he was being watched, through eyes or through a camera lens, he would sense the eyes on him. He was sat in the top-left corner of his bedroom, browsing a few NSFW pictures on his phone, comparing the art styles of the rowdy images and deciding which one he liked the most.

"Should I follow them?" Peter asked, tapping his chin in thought "Their real account is a Tumblr exclusive and I don't have one... fuck it, I'll just wait for the reposts on Deviantart" Peter's browsing was interrupted by the caller ID picture springing up of Twilight. He was annoyed that his alone time had been interrupted before he decided to answer it.

"Hello?" he asked.

"How are you with parties?" the question came.

"OK, never ask a direct question like that again when I answer the phone" Peter said, blinking rapidly.

"What?" Twilight asked in confusion.

"I thought you were asking me if I liked scary movies... fuck me, Twilight" Peter sighed.

"First off, I'm too good for you-" Twilight began.

"Excuse me?" Peter interrupted in an offended tone.

"Secondly I'll ask you what I want bubba, now how are you with parties?" she continued without stopping.

"B-Bubba? Whatever, I'm usually terrible at them because someone always beats me up, why?"

"Because you're being invited to one, come meet Harry and I at the Armani Emporium, we're getting you a suit" Twilight said.

"What if I don't want to come?" Peter asked slowly.

"Cadance will be there" Twilight said, her tone obviously suggesting bait.

"Why would that matter?" Peter asked in confusion.

"Don't try to pull one over on me Peter, I've seen the way you look at her" Twilight chuckled.

"Whatever Twilight, where's the Armani store again?" Peter sighed.

"Broadway" was all she said before hanging up.

"Broadway is a huge street-" Peter growled but she had already gone "Fuck it, I'll find it somehow"

Harry and Twilight sat around a table holding cups of coffee in their hands, simply talking. Harry wore a white shirt underneath a sport suit jacket and black pants with black moccasins on his feet. Twilight wore a short purple skirt with a black turtle neck and a black beret cocker up on her head.

"Is Peter going to get here soon or what?" Harry asked "We called him twenty minutes ago"

"Harry, Peter lives in Queens, that's not even on the island remember?" Twilight asked.

"Oh shit, yeah, I forgot about that" Harry said blankly.

"GG buddy" Twilight nodded. There was a quiet whipping noise behind them and Peter surged forward between the two of them with heavy breath.

"Alright... what are we doing?" he asked.

"Shopping!2 Twilight exclaimed happily, jumping up onto her high-heeled black leather boots and walking forward "Let's go, we've got people to meet"

"People?" the two boys asked, looking at each other with terrified expressions "Oh great"

"Well, I've got people to meet, you two can go hang out down by the video games stores if you want" Twilight said before checking her phone, an angry expression on her face all of a sudden "Or we can get a car to the Hudson River where they've moved to"

"Who is they?" Harry asked.

"You'll find out when we get there" Twilight said "Let's go!"

While Twilight stayed up on the borders of the river the two boys had gone down to the banks and had begun skimming stones on the water.

"Who do you think we're going to meet anyway?" Harry asked after a few skims.

"I don't know, but my Batman detective skills are saying that it's gonna be someone we've never met before and someone important" Peter guessed.

"Do you think it's one of Twilight's friends?" harry asked, cursing as his skim failed to get more than three "We used to be really good at this"

"It's all in the wrist pal" Peter said, taking off his thick, black pea-coat and setting it down on his bag. He rolled up the sleeves of his cashmere blue jumped and cocked back his wrist before hucking out onto the water. The rock hit the water with incredible force and sounded like a bullet whizzing past as it skipped off down the river and out of sight.

"Fuck me dude, that was incredible" Harry whistled "How did you do that?"

"Hours upon hours of self-pitying masturbation in the corner" Peter said with a grin.

"Oh fuck you" Harry laughed, both of them enjoying their dirty and childish senses of humour "I'm supposed to be running a multi-billion dollar science corporation in three years and I'm sat here laughing at jerk-off jokes"

"Guys!" Twilight called from the railings "They're here!"

"Well, roll out the red carpet" Peter shrugged to his friend "Our VIP's are here" As Harry cautiously made his way up the rocky path to the railings and gingerly climbed over Peter stayed down by the river for a few seconds before picking up his coat, sliding his arms into it and fastening it up again. He slung his back over his shoulder and hopped gracefully from one rock to the next before placing a hand on the railing and vaulting over it with ease. He dropped low as he landed and looked at Twilight, who gestured with her eyes to look over to the left. Cocking an eyebrow he surveyed the scene before his eyes fell onto the figures Twilight meant.

"Holy shit" Peter thought, trying his best to stop his face from going slack. Stood in front of him were two women who made Cadance look like the Plain Jane of the royal family. The first one he spotted getting out of the car was the six foot two, blue haired goddess who he presumed was Luna. She wore a pair of short heeled shoes with tight, black pants and a silk blue shirt with a bow tied underneath her neck. Her fringe was combed perfectly just above her gorgeous blue eyes with her slender, feminine features complimenting her blemish-less face. The door to the car swung open and revealed another woman that put Luna to shame. Standing at a gargantuan six foot five was the corwn princess that everyone knew; Princess Celestia. She wore a pair of knee high white leather boots with two lock-on straps, her tight black pants tucked into the boots with a gripping, white pea-coat much like Peter's but made of a much finer material. The collar of the jacket reached just above her soft jawline, her cheeks untouched by make-up but having a natural finesse to them unseen with normal women. Much like her sister, her cheeks were sharp and long with her beautiful eyes being an almost glowing ice blue, like one shade of her thick and styled hair. She tucked a lock of her fine hair behind her ear as her eyes landed on Twilight. As the two of them walked over to the children it was clear who was the most feminine of the siblings. Luna was a thinner-figured woman of a darker skin colour with a soldier-esque walk with swinging arms and her head forward.

"Dibs?" Peter asked his friend, looking at him from the corner of his eye.

"That's not even funny Pete" Harry said shrugged "But I'm calling dibs on Luna"

"Fair enough" Peter shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Celestia, unlike her sister, was a much wider woman, with a pair of large hips, strong legs and a bust much larger than either Cadance's or Luna's. It was clear out of their family who took more after mother and father, with Celestia appearing as the universal idea of perfection for a mother, while Luna looked, despite her female beauty, and acted more like a stern father.

"Twilight!" Celestia exclaimed happily, hugging the much smaller girl happily. Luna stopped next to her sister and sized up the two young men before her. Peter could tell from her discontented look that she approved of neither of them. Celestia let go of Twilight and looked at the other two.

"Now let me try and guess which one is which" Celestia said, folding her arms and looking back and forth between them "Twilight described Harry as a level-headed, intelligent looking and, I quote 'and absolutely gorgeous example of male perfection with brilliant hair and gorgeous eyes'... so my guess is..." Celestia lifted a soft hand and pointed at Peter with a well-manicured nail.

"You must be Harry Osborn?" she asked, despite her calm sense Peter could see a faint edge of nervousness in her eyes.

"I can be whoever you want me to be" Peter said with a small smile.

"Peter..." Twilight said in a horrified, waiting for the Princess's response.

"I-I'm really sorry for my friend's idiocy, he's really not used to talking to people" Harry jumped in quickly "Please do not be offended"

"Harry" Twilight said "Don't get involved, just let them sort this out"

"Do you think you're funny young man?" Luna asked dryly.

"No" Peter responded simply "I think I'm downright hilarious" Luna ground her teeth loudly, shooting an angry look at Peter who stood his ground, not dropping her gaze. Luna walked over to him slowly and sized him up with a scoff.

"Do you really expect to intimidate me with your height?" Luna asked.

"It's not the size that matters, it's how you use it" Peter responded.

"And I'm sure you're very good at making do with... sub-par equipment" Luna bit back.

"Ooh" Peter said, cocking an eyebrow with a smirk.

"Is that supposed to be cute?" Luna asked.

"Yeah, my Aunt tells me I'll be quite the little James Dean" Peter nodded.

"What? That you can be a teen heart-throb for millions of women across the country?" Luna asked in disbelief.

"No, that I'm going to die horribly in a car crash by the time I'm twenty four" Peter said quickly before shrugging "My Aunt May doesn't like me very much" Luna stared at him for a longer moment before Peter grinned again and spoke up.

"You've got gorgeous eyes" he said. Luna shook her head with a small smile, turning around and walking over to a table.

"There, she smiled" Peter said, his eyes lighting up "I'm off the hook"

"Are... are you acting arrogant on purpose?" Celestia asked, sounding slightly hurt.

"Nope... in fact the second you turn around I'm going to curl up into a ball and cry my eyes out because I am terrified right now" Peter admitted, his voice cracking on the last word. Celestia looked at him for a brief second before a soft smile broke on her soft lips, giving him a look of forgiveness.

"It's OK young man, there's no reason to be scared of us" Celestia said quietly.

"You, sure there's not" Peter said before nodding at Luna "Her, there's plenty reason to be... oh my God I'm doing it again!" With that Peter spun around and leaped over the railing, skidding down the rocks and walking back onto the banks of the Hudson. Celestia blinked in confusion before turning to Twilight with her mouth slightly open.

"Is... is he usually like that?" she asked slowly.

"Sometimes" Harry answered "He's been like that ever since he was young, it's a defence mechanism he developed when he was eight"

"Defence... mechanism?" Celestia questioned "Defence from what?"

"Peter's been bullied ever since he was little, being smart, wearing glasses, not being very social, the usual things that make kids a target" Harry explained "He found that if he made jokes in front of the bullies they'd get angry and beat him up quicker so they'd leave him alone" Celestia's face softened into an expression of pity, looking down at the river bank where Peter sat, elbows on his knees and a hand to his face.

"Is he going to come back?" Celestia asked.

"He needs a little time to adjust to you, as bad as that sounds, he'll come around soon enough" Harry said before holding out his hand "I'm Harry Osborn"

"Nice to meet you... and I'm sorry for confusing you and Peter" Celestia said with a nervous chuckle.

"It's alright, the kid needs a confidence boost as it is" Harry shrugged "It's an honour to meet you"

"Thank you Mister Osborn" Celestia smiled.

"I'm gonna go talk to Peter" Twilight said, rolling her neck and taking a deep breath.

"Twilight, Dear... do you mind if I talk to him?" Celestia asked.

"Uhhh, no, go right ahead Princess" Twilight said, gesturing towards Peter. Celestia made her way down to the shore where Peter sat gazing out onto the water, seeing seagulls and other birds flying over the surface of the river. Peter heard the Princess approaching and he turned his head to look at her.

"You're not going to execute me are you?" Peter asked.

"Of course not" Celestia chuckled "That would involve a lot of paper work and I have better things to do"

"That makes me feel great that knowing my life is worth the same to the royal family as a stack of paper" Peter sighed.

"So is everybody else's young man" Celestia added, sitting down next to him, close enough for him to feel the heat from her body, causing Peter's heart rate to increase "When you run a country, the public is no longer a group of individuals, they become nothing more than tax reports and yearly revenue percentages, statistics with no face and no life"

"Wow... that's depressing" Peter stated.

"It is... but after doing it for as long as I have you get used to it" Celestia hummed, picking up a smooth rock and rubbing it with the flat of her thumb.

"Is twenty years enough to get used to being removed from humanity and worshipped as a Goddess?" Peter asked. Celestia then made a noise that greatly surprised Peter: she laughed. Her laugh was a harmonic and beautiful tone that rang through Peter's entire being, but it caught him off-guard nonetheless.

"What?" Peter asked.

"Young man, I've been doing this a lot longer than twenty years" she smiled.

"What... were you made ruler when you were ten?" Peter asked.

"How old do you think I am Peter?" Celestia asked, leaning back with her hands behind her, showing off her curvy figure.

"I... late... thirties?" Peter guessed, shooting blindly.

"And another question, do you know what nationality I am?" she asked. Peter studied her briefly, but she had since put on a blank expression to keep him from finding a flaw in her questions, or a flaw in her beauty for that matter.

"American, right?" Peter asked.

"No, I'm Egyptian" she corrected.

"What does that have to do with your age?" Peter asked, trying to connect lines that weren't there.

"Ancient Egyptian" she added.

And then the strands connected.

"No way..." Peter said, recoiling in disbelief "No human is that old"

"Strictly speaking, I'm not a normal human, neither is Luna or Cadance" Celestia continued. Peter scrambled for an answer, something logical to hold that wasn't aliens or zombies, beautiful zombies. Then he remembered what Cadance had said in the hospital.

"Gene type... you're mutants, aren't you?" Peter asked.

"Very well done young man, not many people figure that out as quickly as you do" Celestia said before looking Peter in the eyes "You're not one of those people who are against mutants, are you?"

"I... don't really think I'm in the position to criticise or dislike mutants" Peter said, choosing his words carefully "You're not a member of the X-Men are you?"

"God no Peter" Celestia said, tutting loudly "I haven't used my powers for combat in over six hundred years"

"Do most people know you're a mutant?" Peter asked.

"They know I have some kind of genetic advantage, but not many people call me or my family mutants" Celestia answered "They're not aware of the full extent of my mutation"

"So why are you telling me this?" Peter asked in a puzzled tone. Celestia opened her mouth to answer but found that she had no response. She pursed her lips and looked out onto the lake before speaking again.

"I'm not... really sure to be completely honest, you seem like a trustworthy and level-headed person" Celestia said "And I hardly doubt that even if you are revolted by me, I don't think one man can turn my country against me"

"No offence meant, but my Uncle Ben used to tell me that all it takes to make a change is right man and the right room" Peter said quietly.

"Your uncle sounds like a wise man Peter" Celestia smiled "That's a very profound sentence if you ask me, did he share any other pieces of wisdom with you?"

"Yeah, just one more" Peter nodded, standing up straight after picking a stone from the riverbank.

"Which was?"

"With great power, comes great responsibility" Peter said, a shiver running down his spine as he said the sentence aloud once again. He cocked his arm back and threw the stone, the bullet-like bouncing sound becoming further and further away as the stone travelled down the river and out of sight.

"Extremely impressive Peter, is that strength just in your arm or can your hand match that power?" Celestia asked.

"In both of them, arm and fingers" Peter nodded.

"Ooh... I'll remember that for when you're older"

With that, Celestia stood up and walked back up to the railings and joined the rest of them. Peter blinked several times as he pondered her statement before the realization socked him in the jaw. He looked down at his hand and twitched his fingers, heart leaping into his mouth. He cracked a wide smile before turning around and sprinting back up to the others so they could carry on with their daily plan.

"Boss" the thick Manhattan accent said "We got word that Armour's not backing down from the case, should we call the Enforcers to deal with him?"

"Don't worry yourself with Mr Armour, he'll learn soon enough, for now we have a new target, the lovely Princess's recovery ball, where there shall be many wealthy individuals and heads of important companies seeking to earn the favour of the Royal Family" the deep voice said.

"So... we send a few of the guys in and snatch their wallets and bank info before making a quick exit?" the accent suggested.

"Exactly..." the boss chuckled.

"I'll get on that Boss" the accent grunted.

"Hold on for a moment" the boss added "Make sure Marco isn't there Hammerhead"

"Yes Boss" Hammerhead nodded, walking out of the dimly-lit penthouse.

"Have you found something you liked yet Peter?" Twilight called from outside the changing area.

"I think so..." Peter muttered "But I'm not sure about it"

"If you even suggest another search I'm going to strangle you with you tie" she growled.

"I think I like this one" Peter said quickly after a moment of silence "But..." Twilight growled angrily, rocketing out of her seat and barging into the hallway with the small booths.

"Which one are you in?" she asked, forcing herself to sound patient.

"The fourth one of the left but-" Peter said but before he could even finish his sentence Twilight had ducked into the booth and slammed the wooden door behind her.

"If this isn't import I'm gonna-" Twilight attempted to threaten before her eyes fell down onto Peter's torso, locking on to something she'd never seen before. Her words caught in her throat as her eyes widened in shock, realizing two things; the first being that Peter was wearing nothing but his boxers, which seemed a little on the small side, she hoped, and that there was not enough room in the booth for the two of them.

"Ummm..." Peter said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, but by performing this action Twilight was given full view of Peter's tensed arm. She covered her eyes with her arm and turned away, her cheeks a boiling red as she remained unable to speak.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked.

"Why do you look like that?" Twilight asked quietly.

"Look like what?" Peter responded in confusion "Is there something on my face?"

"No, no... why is your body like that?" Twilight stammered.

"Because I work out a lot" Peter said in an obvious tone.

"Can you put your shirt on, please?" Twilight begged, kneading her hands anxiously, her sleeves covering to the middle of them.

"That's the problem, I'm terrible with buttons, especially fancy ones" Peter said "Can you help me?"

"No" Twilight squeaked, her face on fire and still unable to look at him.

"Then I'm just going to stand here like this for longer Twilight" Peter sighed.

"Alright... I'll help" Twilight nodded. As Peter pulled the white shirt over his body Twilight could see each muscle in his arms and abdomen move and flex. Her stomach nearly erupted butterflies as she reached down to tie the first few buttons, trying her best to keep her eyes on his face but finding herself unable to fasten the buttons efficiently so she had to look at his body.

"Will you hurry up?" Peter asked impatiently.

"I'm trying my best here Peter!" Twilight hissed "You're not making this any easier"

"I'm not doing anything" Peter snapped. Twilight reached his top button, fastening it quickly and attempting to flatten his collar before her desire got the better of her. She grabbed hold of Peter's collar and stood on her toes, pulling him forward and kissing him, pushing her tongue past his lips and squeezing her eyes shut.

"Spider-Sense?" Peter asked himself. The kiss lasted no longer than seven seconds before Twilight pulled away, the two of them staring at each other with stunned expressions before Twilight shook her head and quickly abandoned the booth, leaving Peter standing there half dressed and extremely confused.

Twilight splashed her face with the freezing water, trying her best to cool her cheeks down before she went back outside to meet the others. She knew that she'd just created a void between herself and Harry and had just fashioned a link between her and Peter in a way she never wanted. She couldn't help herself, she just had to. She wasn't going to lie to herself, what she had done was wrong and immoral, she'd kissed a man that wasn't hers outside of the relationship she was in, and the thought disgusted her. But the action had excited her, given her an adrenaline rush like nothing before and probably nothing she'd feel again. She took her hat off, tucked her hair back and dunked her head into the sink full of freezing water. There came a knock at the bathroom door and Cadance's voice came from the other side.

"You OK Twilight, Celestia said you'd been in here for nearly ten minutes now" Cadance called.

"When did you get here Cadance?" Twilight asked.

"A few minutes ago, are you alright?" she repeated.

"Can... can we talk about something?" Twilight asked.

"Sure, what is it?" Cadance confirmed. Twilight unlocked the bathroom door and allowed Cadance inside. When she saw the state Twilight was in she became concerned, closing the door and locking it behind her.

"What's wrong Twi?" Cadance asked.

"It's... it's about Peter" Twilight said, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall.

"What about him... he didn't do anything to you did he?" Cadance asked in an alarmed tone.

"No, it was the other way around" Twilight admitted "I kissed him" Cadance was speechless for a long second, forcing herself to close her mouth before speaking.

"You have a boyfriend, Twi" Cadance hissed.

"I know, I know!" Twilight snapped "And that's what disgusts me, I kissed him and I'm the one in a relationship, I cheated on Harry with him"

"Hold on, you only kissed him, the two of you never had sex, so I wouldn't call it cheating" Cadance interjected.

"Then what would you call it?!" Twilight demanded.

"I'd call it a lapse in judgement and a mistake that will never happen again, right?" Cadance asked, leaning closer to Twilight with a glare in her eyes "Right?"

"I don't know" Twilight mumbled, putting her face in her hands and exhaling loudly.

"Now this isn't right" Cadance said, grabbing hold of Twilight's arm "Never play with yours or their emotions like this, you pick one or tell them both to fuck off. But you never mess people around"

"You're right" Twilight sighed, drying her face on her sleeve and placing her hat back on "This was a mistake, I'll tell Peter I'm sorry and it'll never happen again"

"Damn right" Cadance said, letting go of Twilight's arm "Now, composure girl, face the public with a smile" The two girls gave each other their best fake smiles before nodding. They left the bathroom and closed the door, ignoring the excited look they got from an early twenty year old man.

"What took you two so long?" Harry asked, using his black sleeve to wipe away a scuff mark on his black wing-tips.

"Make-up emergency" Cadance lied before changing the subject "Nice suit Harry"

"Thanks, I went for the typical Osborn colour motif, black and green" Harry said. True to his word he'd selected a jet black suit with a shine to it and an emerald green shirt underneath with a matching tie, topped off with green steel cuff links.

"And if I remember correctly we get a custom made set of glasses that match the suit we buy this season" Harry commented, taking his phone out of the already-purchased suit.

"Indeed we do" Peter said from across the room. They turned to see Peter with a thumb in his belt loop of a deep blue suit with a pristine white shirt with a skinny deep red tie. He'd fastened one of the buttons on his jacket and none others. His hair had been thickened up by a stylist and given a much mores stylized quiff with several strands bent, curved and made to look more natural and product free. On his face was a pair of reflective blue aviators that matched the colour of his suit. To switch up the eras of the suit he had chosen to wear a pair of deep red converses with the laces tucked in, brand new and pristine. The two friends looked at each other before grinning at one another.

"We're going to be competing at this shindig aren't we?" Peter asked.

"Not at all, because anyone who uses the word 'shindig' deserves no women" Harry smirked, crossing his arms.

"Oh yeah, I remember that joke, I think I wrote that down" Peter said, reaching into his pocket "I've got it right here-" Peter yanked his hand out of his pocket with his middle finger up and his thumb stretched out.

"Boom" he said, rolling his head back before moving, skidding his further-behind left leg a few inches forward before stepping onto his right foot.

"Oh, he's a big man now that he's wearing a suit?" Harry asked jokingly. Peter pivoted on his heel and began to moonwalk over to Harry with his hands in his pockets.

"Bruh, you just jealous of mah moves" Peter chuckled, clicking his tongue before beginning to moonwalk circles around Harry, humming 'Smooth Criminal' as he did so.

"Are we all done now?" one of the store attendants asked.

"Indeed we are" Harry nodded, taking out his wallet and removing his debit card "To the counter?"

"Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na!" Peter said as he walked back into the booth and began to change back into his regular clothing.

"I hate him sometimes" Harry sighed "Peter, you can keep the suit on, we can get them dry cleaned for tomorrow!" With that Peter moonwalked back out of the booth, pulling his jacket back on whilst beat-boxing.

"Oh for..." Harry said, walking over to the counter with the store attendant.

Harry sat in his chair next to Twilight at the table they all sat around, Peter having ducked off a few minutes earlier, and as such the royal sisters hadn't seen Peter in his suit.

"I love the green on that Harry, very dark and very pronounced" Celestia commented, her illuminating eyes gleaming happily, seeming glad to be around common people for once.

"What did Parker get?" Luna asked, slowly nursing a glass of gin.

"Oh Aunt Luna, it looked great, brilliant colour combination, great wearing style and it fit him really well" Cadance said.

"Cadance Dear, calm down, it's only a suit" Celestia chuckled "I know you're a fashion designer but honestly"

"Sorry Aunt Celestia" Cadance smirked.

"Whoa!" they heard Peter's voice exclaim. They turned quickly to see Peter having caught a woman a few years older than him who had tripped. With a few brief movements of his hand he caught all of the items she'd flung into the air on a dinner tray. He stood her back up and handed her the tray back with a smile.

"Wow... thank you" she said, her friends looking at her with amazement.

"No problem, just try to be more careful because I'm not always gonna be here to catch you" Peter advised.

"Sadly" she pouted, giving him a very playful look. Peter clicked his tongue with a wink before taking his arm away from the attractive woman and walking away. Twilight watched the reactions of the other women she walked over to, the lot of them cooing like pigeons, tightly gripping her glass and chewing on an ice cube.

"Hey" Peter said, grabbing a chair and sitting down on it sideways, resting his arms on his knees and linking his fingers.

"Very smooth Peter" Harry commented.

"Thanks, I'd love to see their reaction if they found out I'm only fifteen" Peter chuckled. There was a loud choking sound and Peter turned to see Luna slam her glass onto the table while straining to swallow the last gulp she'd taken.

"You're only fifteen?" she demanded.

"Yeah... you mean Twilight never told you that?" Peter asked, looking at Celestia who also seemed caught off guard-by this revelation.

"No... I thought you were approaching your eighteenth at least" Celestia said with a shake of her head "Why didn't you inform us of that Twilight?"

"I, I thought you'd just have guessed he was my age" Twilight shrugged.

"Eh, no harm no foul, it's not like either of you tried to French me in a cupboard or anything" Peter said, taking an unopened bottle of Pepsi Max from the table and twisting the cap off. Twilight lowered her head slightly to hide the red tinge that came to her cheeks as Peter, unintentionally, brought up the event.

"So, are we all going to get a good night's sleep for the party tomorrow?" Peter asked.

"I should hope so" Celestia nodded "I need to be at my full energy level because I'm usually unconscious after three glasses of wine"

"Light-weight" Luna mumbled under a smile, causing her sister to roll her eyes.

Peter sat on his bed, having shaved off the bum-fluff moustache he'd been growing recently and having styled his head as best as possible. He had an hour to get ready for the party before he was picked up by Harry's limo. He opened his cupboard and reached for his party suit before another red and blue item caught his attention. The once-plain ski suit had been modified into a web-patterned, spider-symbol displayer of supreme justice, as Peter liked to call it. Debating whether to take the suit with him in his backpack before he realized how stupid and suspicious it would look for him to be carrying a bag around whilst at a dinner party.

"I'll just wear it underneath my other suit" he shrugged, pulling the Spider-Suit out of the cupboard and pulling it on, stuffing the extremely thin-yet-strong and flexible boots and gloves into his jacket pocket before pulling his other suit on, trying his best tie up the buttons on his own. He fastened his tie around his neck and pulled on the jacket, not looking as good as he had done in the store but he didn't mind. He smiled at himself in the mirror and pulled on the converses he'd bought before stuffing his wallet and his phone into his pockets, filling up his web-shooters and awkwardly putting them his wrists, which he'd forgotten to do before.

"Alright, here's to hoping we don't need to use any of the superhero stuff" Peter hummed, walking down the stairs and sitting down to watch some TV.

Peter's anxiety about social situations had him constantly checking over his shoulder for something to go wrong as he sat at a table with Twilight, Harry and her family sitting on the other side. Peter kept tapping his finger on his wrist where his web-shooters were hidden, his Spider-Sense having been lightly buzzing all night.

"Peter!" Harry called to him over the music "Just relax man"

"I wish I could but this ain't my scene remember?" Peter sighed, drumming on his lap.

"Then make it yours, get a drink, socialize with someone, there are other kids here our age you know?" Harry suggested.

"Yeah, a load of gorgeous millionaire heiresses who only have the fact they're human in common with me, that'll go over brilliantly" Peter said anxiously "I already said that I wasn't good at this sort of stuff, it's too loud anyway"

"Then go up to the balcony, there are smokers up there but it's a damn sight quieter" Harry said. Peter nodded before pushing himself out from under the table and straightening his jacket.

"I'll see you in a while guys" Peter nodded.

"Just be back in time for Celestia's 'few words'" Twilight called out.

"That'll be a thing?" Peter asked.

"Trust me, it will be" Twilight nodded. Peter shrugged his shoulders and weaved his way through the crowd, noting several larger men who didn't exactly look in the party mood. Peter pushed open the door to the balcony just as that started playing swingin' sixties music.

"Aunt May totally should've been here, she loves sixties music" Peter mumbled to himself. He walked over to the edge of the balcony and looked over the edge, seeing the traffic of the New York streets light up the night along with the bright buildings of all colours and shades. Peter's ear twitched as he heard the click of a high heel behind him. He turned around to see Princess Celestia standing behind, looking as gorgeous as ever. She wore a well-covering dress with cotton sleeves, patterns of flowers on the arms below the shoulder with a loop of silk going around the middle finger of each hand to hold down the arrow-shaped sleeves that reached down the backs of her hands. The dress was extremely slim-fitting, mapping each of her luscious curves better than most experienced cartographers, her bra and dress having to work to support her bust with the collar of the dress's collar covering her neck with more flower patterns. She placed a hand on her hip and smiled gently at him, her eyes gleaming once more.

"Ho-lee Fuck Peter thought to himself, feeling his heart rate increase once more.

"Hello young man, are you enjoying yourself?" she asked in her sing-song voice.

"At the risk of sounding like a jerk... not really, I'm a little too timid for the high life" Peter admitted. Celestia walked forwards, Peter's eyes glued to the motion of her swaying hips, before she leaned against the railings.

"I can understand that, I know young men like yourself go quite blind when they begin to stargaze" Celestia nodded, sipping from the wine glass she held in her tender grip, stroking the stem with the tip of her finger absent-mindedly as she spoke.

"Yeah, I just don't feel like I'm cut out for this kind of thing, loud music, alcohol, rich and famous friends" Peter mumbled "It's just not for me"

"It's not for everyone Peter, you're right, I'm sorry that we forced you to come here tonight" Celestia sighed, revealing to him how tired she appeared, her eyes dimming and her smile dropping.

"Hey, what's wrong Princess?" Peter asked.

"Nothing Peter, I'm just a down tonight" Celestia mumbled, taking one last sip from her wine glass before throwing the contents over the balcony. Peter looked over the edge and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I hope that washes out" he shrugged, looking at the increasingly deflated Celestia "Is there anything I can do to help?" Celestia didn't answer him, she merely turned her head over her right shoulder to avoid his gaze. Peter rolled his eyes, slinging himself over the edge of the railings and grabbing hold, hanging back and using the friction caused by weight distribution to stay standing instead of his adhesive powers. He repeatedly swapped the arms he was using to grip the rail, the sound of him slapping metal getting Celestia's attention again.

"Peter?!" she exclaimed, lashing out and grabbing hold of his arm "What are you doing?"

"Just messing around" he shrugged, pulling himself forward and completely letting go of the railing, using the tips of his toes and his balance to stop himself from falling to his death "You don't have to-" Peter stopped speaking as soon as he heard a loud beeping noise on the roof. He looked up at the old architecture that he could easily climb without sticking. Hey, Celestia needed an adrenaline rush and this would give her a jolt. He pulled his arm away and leaped from the balcony to old griffon carving hanging over the city.

"Peter, please, come back here now" Celestia said, a look of terror on her face.

"I'll be there in a minute" Peter shrugged "There's something else up here, stay there and I'll take a look" Celestia appeared beside herself with worry, looking around for anyone else to help her. Peter slowly parkoured his way up to the neck of the griffon where the handhold was its mouth but he had nowhere else to grab hold of.

"Peter. Now" Celestia said sternly, pointing at the ground.

"Gimme a minute here" Peter chuckled "We'll talk when I get back" Celestia followed Peter's gaze to figure out what he was going to do before the realization hit her.

"Peter!" she yelled, leaning over the balcony and holding her hand out "Just jump back and I swear I'll catch you" Peter ignored her request and threw himself away from the griffon, looking down at the city beneath him, before he swung his hand forward and his fingers locked into the mouth of the griffon. He quickly pulled himself up and crouched on the griffon's head.

"See?" peter asked "No problem?"

"Fine, now please just jump back here" Celestia said, tightly gripping the railings.

"Two minutes" peter said, gesturing for the number two as he stood up straight and walked up the griffon and up to the top of the building. The beeping continued to get louder as he approached it. The item making the noise was a small black box with a lid on it. Raising an eyebrow Peter crouched down and placed his hand on the box, ignoring the sound of a helicopter circling nearby, as he used his adhesive powers to wrench the top of the box off it.

What he saw nearly gave him a heart attack

There was nearly four pounds of plastic explosive wired up to a timer that had seven seconds left in red numbers.

"Breaching charges!" Peter roared, throwing himself down off the roof and back onto the now-deserted balcony, save for Celestia.

"Peter, what are you-" she began only to be cut off by Peter grabbing her by the waist. He dived forward and pushed her through the doors back into the party, locking it and punching the handle off, keeping her safe from the explosives. He threw himself off, sticking to the side of the building as several explosions shook the whole building to the core.

"There was more than one of them?" Peter exclaimed "They were breaching charges... and I just threw Celestia back in?!" He slammed his head off the wall out of self-hate before turning over onto his back, seeing the helicopter fly above the building and begin to deposit armed, armoured men into the ballroom.

"Oh fuck..." Peter sighed, peeking over the rooftop to see the helicopter deposit the last few men and quickly fly away. He jumped back onto the balcony, his mind racing on what to do. Fear clenched his heart as he put his hands to his face, his breathing heavy and ragged.

"What do I do?" peter asked himself, placing a hand to his chest to feel his heart before remembering what he was wearing. After using his Spider-Sense to check for any observers he tore off his suit and revealed his Spider-Suit, ready and prepped for action.

"Alright Parker... Hero Time" Peter muttered, suiting up fully before pulling the mask over his face.

Twilight was roughly forced to her knees and had her hand bound behind her with zip ties, just like everybody else in the room. The attack had happened before they'd even seen the danger and anyone who had attempted to fight back was killed and looted, first come first serve style. So far there were thirteen bloody corpses on the floor and sobbing came from the wives and daughters of those dead, mostly men murdered whereas the women who resisted were dragged off to be beaten, raped and murdered. Blood trickled down through Twilight's hair in the spot she'd been whipped with the gun and a heavy boot was pressed on her back, compressing her chest and making it harder to breathe.

"Alright people, this is gonna be done quick and easy OK, nobody fucks up and nobody gets hurt" a large man said in a deep, English accent "But you try to bust a move and-" He aimed his shotgun at a large window pane and fired, the pellets shattering the window pane with a loud smash, raining glass down on a few unfortunate hostages. One of the men seemed to notice Shining for the first time and clapped his friends on the shoulder.

"Hey buddy, we've missed you Armour, is this your family?" a man asked before cocking his foot back and kicking Shining in the face, blood whipping to the side "Grab his bitch, his sister and his mother... enough for the three of us to enjoy, swap and share" Twilight was grabbed by the hair and had the barrel of a gun pushed into her cheek bones.

"I like your dress" the man said in an intelligence-lacking voice "I'd like it better off"

"Fuck you cunt" Twilight spat. Lights exploded in her eyes as she was punched in the face for her comment, her cheek beginning to sting painfully.

"Watch your mouth bitch or I'll fill it with bullets" he growled.

"Uhhh, excuse me!?" a cocky voice yelled from what sounded like the window "Can I come in this way or do I have to break my own window?" There was a quick flash of red and blue before a man dressed in a spider-themes red and blue spandex suit stood with his arms down by his side. There came a hush over the crowd as they all watched what this mystery man would do.

"Ooh... why did it go so quiet?" he asked before placing his hand to his covered mouth "Did I ruin the surprise party?"

"What the fuck... is he a cop?" one of the men asked, walking towards him with his gun drawn.

"You... you seriously think I'm a cop dressed like this?" he asked.

"He's right, cops don't dress that fuckin' stupid!" one of them yelled, getting them all to laugh loudly.

"Oh, you're insulting my threads?" he asked with a snap of his fingers "Gurl, it looks like the last heist you pulled off was at the Goodwill" They stopped laughing and began to slowly edge towards him, loading their weapons and aiming them.

"Alright pal, I'm gonna ask you and your faggoty-ass outfit to leave before you get hurt" one of them said, getting closer to the mystery man.

"Well since we're comparing our faggoty-ass outfits can we talk about yours for a sec, I love it" he chuckled "Did your husband make it for you?" The man roared angrily as he raised his AK and pulled the trigger. Gunshots rang out in the room and the man moved faster than humanly possible. He threw himself forward, leaping over the hail of bullets, before slamming his foot into the shooter's chest, dropping him to the floor before he spun on his extended arm, the shooter somehow sticking to his foot, and through the spin kick he knocked out another man before pivoting on his hand and scorpion-kicking the unconscious man on his foot into another man, sending them both crashing to the floor. The man then pushed off with arms, flipping forwards several times before landing in a low crouch, placing his hand on the floor and holding an arm out behind him. He stood up and looked around, rubbing the back of his head before chuckling.

"Oops, did I do that?" he asked in an Urkel impression. Another gunman snuck up behind the man in the suit with a knife in his hand, lunging for the costumed man silently. The man in the suit dodged to the side and clipped the attacker on the cheek with his toe, causing him to spin around briefly.

"Alright buddy, we'll do this fairly" the man said, balling his fists put facing his fingers towards his attacker "Put em up!" The assailant rushed at the costumed man and began to slash wildly, yelling each time he did so.

"I tell you what, since you're dancing... can I sing?" the costumed man asked excitedly "OK I'll start, slide to the left! He did as he said, sliding his foot over to the left to dodge a slash of the knife.

"Slide to the right!" he yelled, skidding right "Criss-cross!" With the last yell he unleashed a flurry of punches, the last one sending the man flying backwards.

"Cha-Cha real smooth" he sang, moonwalking away from that single fight.

"Scissor!" two men yelled, sprinting towards him for a scissor movement.

"Rock!" the costumed man yelled, leaping above the two of them and landing on the other side "Did I win?" He repeated the jumping movement to dodge their attacks two times before the two of them learned what he was doing. The third time they feigned their attack before whipping around as soon as he jumped up but to their surprise he wasn't there.

"The fuck?" one of them questioned.

"Romeo, Romeo, where for art thou Romeo?" the costumed man called from the chandelier above them, leaning on a large crystal spike on the ornament whilst holding the back his hand against head.

"What are you doing up there?" one of them demanded.

"Staying away from you" he laughed "And no, I'm not putting the ladder down, this is my tree-house and if you guys don't go away I'm telling Mom!"

"Brucie!" one of them yelled "Get this fucker down!" At the order a huge man walked forwards with an LMG and a grin on his face.

"See, this is why we need stricter gun laws, for shit like this!" the man in the mask exclaimed, throwing himself down, knocking out the other two with a double-kick before bouncing off his hands and throwing himself up to the higher stand the man with the LMG stood. He held down the trigger and screamed as shot after shot missed the man in the suit, ripping holes in the carpet and walls. As he dodged around the room he continued to crack jokes.

"I'd never use a gun of that size, it's overkill, it's unnecessary and besides-" he said, landing just in front of the man as he ran out of ammo "I don't think I'd want to announce to the world I've got a small dick" The man threw the LMG to the side and reached into his back pocket, rummaging around for something.

"Oh hurry up, the suspense is killing me!" the man yelled, bouncing from foot to foot. The large man pulled a butterfly knife and held it down to his right side.

"Oh God, oh no" the costumed man said "Is that a little knife?"

"Yeah" the man growled in an Albanian accent "Now hold still"

"Oh no, you've found my weakness, it's... little knives!" the costumed man exclaimed, crouching down and cowering in fear, with standing up straight with a scoff and lashing his hand forward. A loud thwip was heard and a glob of white fluid launched the attacker's hand backwards and stuck it to the wall.

"What the fuck... what is this shit man!?" he begged, trying to pull his hand away.

"Oh it's nothing important, just a little design I came up with when I bored of jerking it" he said, pointing at his wrist before dragging his finger through the air back to the white fluid "Or it might be what I made while jerking it, I forget really"

"That's fucking sick, you're fucking sick!" he yelled. The man lashed his hand forward again and more of the white fluid stuck the man's arms legs and head to the wall.

"I know I'm sick, sicker than ill, ready to spill and going in for the kill" he said, throwing out hand signs.

"Is he fucking freestyling right now!?" another voice demanded from across the room "Who the fuck is this cunt!?"

"Hey!" the man yelled, throwing himself across the room and into a circle of armed thugs "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" The man then seemed to realize what he'd jumped into, crossing his arms and nodding.

"So... is this the circle jerk I signed up for or is that next door?" he asked cockily.

"I swear to God, if you make one more joke I will gut you" the taller man growled.

"OK, I'll stop... no wait, one more joke-!" he said whirling around and punching the man out quickly "Your dick, oh I'm one fire!"

"Waste him!" one of them yelled. The man used a string of the white fluid to yank the legs out from one of the shooters, pulling them over to him and using him as a bullet shield before throwing him at another assailant before leaping leaping high into the air.

"Check the chandelier!" a man yelled. They all turned to the chandelier but were surprised to see it was empty. There was a faint stretching sound and the costumed man lowered himself next to one of the gunmen before speaking.

"Psst... what's the answer to question number seven?" he asked.

"What?" the man said, turning around only to be punched out by the costumed man. The others turned around on him and aimed their guns at him.

"Oh nice going Tim, now the teacher knows I'm cheating!" he yelled at the unconscious man on the floor.

"Fire!" another yelled. The man dropped down flat onto the floor, avoiding the gunfire easily before beginning to weave his way through them and pick them off one by one, like a spider with its prey he nimbly knocked, webbed and threw all of them until they stopped getting up. He landed in the same low crouch he had before and surveyed the room.

"Is that it?" he asked loudly "Can I go home now or do you want me to wipe the ink off the whiteboard too Mrs Danishaw?"

"Freeze fucker!" a terrified voice yelled from behind him. The costumed man turned around to see the man pointing a trembling gun at the back of Mrs Velvet's head, the two of them looking as terrified as each other.

"Alright pal... you win, you got me" the costumed man said, holding his hands up above his head in surrender "What do you want?"

"Get over here, next to her, an-and take off your mask so... so I can see your scared face when I shoot you!" he demanded.

"That took a while pal, you're new at this aren't you?" the man joked before the armed man pressed the gun harder against her head.

"Please..." Twilight whispered in a terrified tone "Please do what he says"

"OK, I'm on my way pal" the man said, grabbing the back of his mask and beginning to slowly slide it off. The costumed man seemed to delay for a brief second before he fully pulled the mask off. For everyone there was something obstructing the view of his face, they were simply at the wrong angle to see or they couldn't see past his hands around his face.

"Alright, now-" the gunman began, moving the gun away from the back of the woman's head, a mistake instantly. The unmasked man lunged forward, keeping his face low and covered with his arms before flipping over forward, just over the bullet that was fired, and slamming his heel into the man's face. He quickly flipped over and pulled the mask back onto his face before landing and standing up in a gymnastic Y formation. He turned around and pulled the zip ties off the arms of Mrs Velvet and she hugged him tightly.

"Thank you" she sobbed "Thank you so much"

"No problem Ma'am" he said with a nod before backing away from the woman and grabbing the groaning gunman by the scruff of the neck.

"You and me, let's talk" he said, dragging him over to a window before thrusting him through it, smashing through the glass and holding him out over the open air with nothing but an enormous drop beneath him "Right, you've seen Batman Begins, you know how this works, spit it out"

"Y-Yeah but Batman doesn't kill anyone" the man stammered.

"But you're forgetting" he said, pulling him closer to his face "I'm not Batman" With that he lightly tossed him out of the window, the sounds of screams fading away quickly. He leaned forward and used his webbing to catch his foot before reeling him back up.

"So, who do you work for?" he asked calmly.

"I-I can't tell you"

"Yes you can, just sound it out for me, and once you're done practising you can tell me" he chuckled.

"No way man, they'll kill me" he groaned. The masked man quickly punched him in the face twice, knocking out teeth and breaking his cheek.

"And what makes you think I won't?" he asked in a rough voice "Three seconds... two... one" He said, dropping him again. He fell further this time before he caught him, this time he swung into the wall and knocked more of his teeth out and breaking nose. He pulled him up again and didn't even have to ask him that time.

"The Big Man... I work for the Big Man!" he bellowed.

"Ah yes, the infamous crime kingpin and part time gang-bang porn star the Big Man" he said with a loud, fake laugh before grabbing the man by the throat and pulling him close "Who the fuck is the Big Man?"

"I don't know... I-I was lucky to learn that name at all, I'm not supposed to know it but one of my bosses got drunk and told me before the Big Man killed him" he sobbed "Please don't kill me!"

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." he said, knocking him out with a head butt, binding his hands and feet with webbing before walking over to the discarded butterfly knife on the floor. He threw the man down next to Shining Armour before cutting the zip ties on his wrists.

"First off, you're welcome, secondly you've got a lead and a name, this fuck-up's crime gang and the name Big Man" he said as Shining stood up, taking the butterfly knife from him when offered and beginning to cut people loose.

"Right, first off, I never thanked you, and secondly, I need your name, your real name" Shining said, cutting Cadance free and moving over to Twilight and cutting her free.

"And why is that?" he asked.

"Because I have to arrest you for obstruction of justice, multiple count of assault and one count of manslaughter" Shining said "Nothing personal of course, just police protocol"

"I see... not happening" he said, walking over to a table and grabbing a glass of Pepsi.

"Hey, that's not yours" Twilight protested "That's my friend's" The masked man looked at her before pulling his mask up to the bridge of his nose and taking a drink.

"Wow, that's rude" she scoffed.

"Calm down Twilight" he said "I'm not exactly stealing the guy's life savings"

"How do you know my name?" Twilight asked suspiciously.

"Because you're, well were, Princess Celestia's student once and the little sister of New York's police captain, you're not exactly a low profile name if you just look for it" he answered, finishing the drink before he was grabbed by the shoulders by a hysterical looking Princess Celestia.

"Did you come from the roof?" she demanded "Did you see a young man up there, your height, brown hair, blue suit?"

"What, Parker?" he asked with a chuckle "Yeah, I got the kid just before the charges went off and took him down, he'd said he'd meet you guys at the Starbucks three blocks from here, he's fine" Celestia backed away from, placing her hands to her face and sighing in relief.

"Thank God he's alright" she chuckled "I don't know what I would've done if he'd died in that explosion"

"I've gotta say buddy, you've got an amazing response time" Twilight said, eyeing him suspiciously.

"I try my best" he shrugged before throwing the glass onto the table and webbing it into place to stop it from falling over. Twilight looked at the webbing with narrowed eyes.

"A synthetic fibre, artificial, made to look like spider's webbing right?" Twilight asked "Probably stored in an air-tight, pressurised container through shear-thinning"

"I have no clue what you're on about egg-head" he said, turning and walking over to the broken window.

"Alright then buddy, who exactly are you?" Shining asked.

"You already know who I am" he said, looking over his shoulder.

"I do?" Shining asked.

"I'm Your Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man" he said, giving a two finger salute before sprinting forward and leaping out of the window, whooping loudly before flipping over and shooting a web onto a nearby building and swinging away. Next Chapter: Flat-Out Broke Estimated time remaining: 13 Hours, 51 Minutes