Spider-Man kicked the vent out of it's place, completely forgetting that there was no floor for it to land on except the street quite a way down.

"Uhhh..." he said, watching the metal plate sail towards the ground, knowing that he should do something about it, sucking in a deep breath and filling his lungs before performing his amazing superhero move.

"Heads up!" he hollered down to the citizens who could... probably hear him, and if they couldn't... well that was their fault and he was not at liberty or responsibility for any injuries they may or may not receive during their contracted work hours.

"I really am the best superhero in the world" he chuckled to himself, crawling out of the vent and sticking to the underside of the helipad on top of the tower. He reached into the secure package on his back and pulled out his web-shooters, fitting them back onto his wrists and smiling under his mask.

Then a small wave of nausea washed over him, not a warning of sorts but more of a notification from his Spider-Sense, telling him that something was dangerous, but not to him at that moment.

And that dangerous thing was right above him.

"What's hip-hop happening on the flipside home-bizzle?" he asked aloud before he repeated what he had just said in his mind, a slow breath leaving his lungs as he closed his eyes in disappointment "Just let go, fall and accept the sleep, you'd be doing the world a favour by leaving it after that quality fucking line"

He crawled along the underside of the helipad, keeping his eyes aimed down towards the streets for any sign of red splashes or ambulances having to call in whatever code for 'Removing an air vent from a patient's head' was.

Luckily there was no such occurrence for him to worry about and he stuck his head over the edge of the helipad, his eyes locking on to the extremely dangerous-looking helicopter.

The weapon itself was a very large, very smooth and very dangerous helicopter with large rotors, big, round exhausts on the front above the cockpit and a powerful weapon arsenal including, what looked like, high-calibre machine guns, rocket launchers and laser-tracking missiles.

"Mil Mi-24" Spider-Man said, reading the name on the side of the helicopter, recognizing the name but not knowing from where before a light clicked on in his head, causing him to realize that eh knew it under another name "A Hind D? What's a Russian gunship doing here?"

Crawling up onto the helipad, laying flat on his stomach, he scuttled across the floor before sticking to the back of the chopper, keeping his feet off the ground.

He leaned his head around the Hind's back to see three people exiting the building and walking across the rooftop, one of them being recognizable to Spider-Man.

"Osborn" he growled, not sure what the man was up to.

The other two people stood out considerably from the green and black colour scheme of the Oscorp tower. The first wearing dirty white suit pants and a white coat, seeming a strange outfit to be wearing in the summer sun.

Spider-Man had a feeling about who this woman was, just from looking at her hair colour, the same white colour as Black Cat's.

"The Silver Sable" he muttered under his breath, his eyes then trailing to the smaller and younger looking girl, looking to be the same age as him, also with white hair.

The younger girl wore a school uniform, meaning that she went to an expensive private school somewhere in New York State, her uniform being a black, knee-length skirt with a white shirt, grey tie and a grey suit jacket, this one obviously tailored to her figure.

"Sister or daughter?" he asked himself.

"Mother, can we go now?" the girl asked in an impatient manner.

"Just a moment Silver honey, I'm not done yet" the older woman responded, her voice accompanied by her thick Russian accent.

"That explains the chopper" Spider-Man nodded, moving his head out of sight and merely listening to the conversation.

"Now Mr Osborn, are you sure that the project will be completed in time for my father's release from prison?" the older woman asked "He intends to claim back what he has lost from our new friend"

"I assure you Mrs Sablinov, we will have your father's order completed before he arrives on our doorstep" Osborn answered in his usual slimy tone "After all, I need the Silvermane to get rid our my business partner as quickly as possible"

"Then if, and yes, that is an if not a when, you deliver on your promise I'll make sure all evidence of your... misdemeanours are erased" she said before placing a hand on Norman's chest "And, if you're willing, a few extra benefits"

Norman looked down at her hand with a raised eyebrow before brushing it off his chest with a disgusted look.

"I'd like to remind you, once, that I am a married man" Norman said "I have a wife that I love and a son that I'm proud of, and though I may not seem like the most caring man in the world, my heart belongs to my dearest wife Emily, so no Sablinov, you can keep your extra benefits"

Sablinov was obviously displeased by his answer, curling her fist and putting it down by her side before her daughter called back to her.

"Are we done now?" she asked impatiently.

"Yes honey" she answered, turning away from Osborn and walking back towards the Hind.

"Time to beat a heated retreat" Spider-Man said, pushing off the Hind and throwing himself off the edge of the tower.

Firing a web line to a nearby building stopped his descent, using the tension on the web to throw himself forward and onto another rooftop. Landing with a soft roll he dropped onto his haunches, sitting still and resting a elbow on his knee.

"The Silver Sable, she's not in prison?" he asked himself "And she's waiting for her dad to get out of the slammer, that guy being Silvermane... and both her and Osborn have put their chips down on this new project their building? The one I just stole the plans for?"

A grin spread underneath his mask as he tapped his ear, activating the Codec module and waiting for Stark to answer.

"What's up?" Stark asked as he answered.

"Nothing much, just a quick update, the Silver Sable's working with Osborn and I think they're planning to get Silvermane to go head-to-head with the Big Man" Spider-Man said "Sounds like they're gonna kick off a gang-war"

"Not to sound like a dick kid, but this city's your problem, so you have to deal with it" Stark said "Not that it's gonna be a problem for the Amazing Spider-Man, right?"

"Not at all, I just have to get in between two of the biggest criminal names in the history of the world, one of which has the entire state wrapped around his finger and the other seems to have some serious connections behind him, and all that's standing between them and wrecking the city for ownership is a hundred and twenty five pound, five-seven kid in a spider-suit" Spider-Man said, putting his face in his hands "Yeah, no problem"

"Good to hear" Tony chuckled "Stark out"

Spider-Man sat quietly for a long moment before lying down on the ground, curled up in the foetal position with his eyes staring into nothing.

"I want my Mommy" he said to himself, beginning to rock back and forth slowly. Next Chapter: Whistleblowing Estimated time remaining: 5 Hours, 23 Minutes