The Webs We Weave

"I appreciate your concern Cap," Peter replied, dodging a pumpkin bomb. "But given recent events, we don't even know who's under the mask."

"Still, we should always act as though it is."

As much as he wanted to, Peter didn't argue. He couldn't deny Steve's words. Letting thier guard down would most definitely open them up for Norman to emerge for real. It gave him an uneasy feeling. Shaking his head, Peter threw a web, catching the glider.

"This...this may had been a bad idea!" Peter shouted as the Goblin went into a barrel roll, slinging him all over. It never failed to impress Peter how Norman was able to make such moves and remain on the glider.

Gritting his teeth, Peter strained his muscles as he pulled himself up his web.

"You heard Cap, fall back Spider-Man!"

Peter looked over his shoulder as Iron Lad closed in on him and Goblin, raising his hand and firing up his repulsor. 

"No! You fall back!" Peter growled, continuing his climb towards the Goblin.

Choosing to ignore him, Harley fired. His blast clipped the corner of the Goblin's glider, sending it spiraling out of control and taking Peter with it.

Unable to keep his hold, Peter was violently flung into the air after the glider took a sharp dive. Iron Lad shot off after it, ignoring the reproachful calls over the coms.

"Gotcha, kid."

Peter looked as red and gold arms closed around him. 

"You need to get your protege under control." Peter ground out after swapping to a private channel.

Tony sighed, following after the Iron Lad suit with Peter in his arms.

"I'm serious Tony. If he shoots one of these guys down and it's Norman, that's on him and, by extension, you if he dies."

"Just, just let me handle him. He's just eager to please. I seem to recall a time that you made rash choices for the same reason."

"Are we seriously going to do this right now? He isn't alone!"

Tony didn't respond as he landed, letting Peter go. 

"Gentlemen," Came Natasha smooth voice. "Looks like another dead end."

Tossing a look at each other, Tony and Peter rushed over the where the Avengers had gathered. 

Before them was the unmasked face of another Goblin that wasn't Norman Osborn.

"Our battles are proving fruitless." Thor frowned, looking at his teammates.

Ignoring the surprised looks of the Avengers, Peter lifted the imposter by his costume and slammed him into the hood of a nearby car.

"Tell me where he is!"

"Woah!" Steve shouted, moving to get Peter off the man.

"Stay out of this Captain America." Peter seethed, shoving Steve back and returning to the fake. "He's making you all take it, isn't he?"

"Take what?" Clint asked.

"The Goblin formula."

"Spider-Man, are you sure?" Tony asked, sliding his faceplate up.

"His eyes. They have that same manic look and that slight green coloring that Norman had. It's not as noticeable, so he didn't get a full dose. Just enough."

"Maybe you should stand down, Spider-Man." Harley sneered.

"You know what, why don't you 'stand down', Iron Lad."

Peter turned, he was growing tired of Harley's constant cut downs and passive aggressive remarks. Nine Goblins in one month. Two attempts at May, thank God for Bucky. One attempt on Harry and MJ, bless Wade. With no sign of Norman, Harley was walking the thin line of Peter's patience.

"You want to do this here, or somewhere else because I'm getting real tired of listening to your mouth."

"My mouth? What about yours? All you seem to want to do is lord yourself over everyone. You came to us, Spider-Man. You came looking for our help and all you've done is act like a complete asshole. We shouldn't be offering you any help. For someone who's supposed to be so 'friendly', you're the only one I see beating up on some random guy!" Harley glared as he stepped towards Peter.

"Real nice words from the chump that shot him down!"

"Ok kids, let's break it up-"

"Oh knock it off Stark." Spider-Man threw over his shoulder. "This is all your fault anyway. You're the one who threw out that challenge and this is how Norman responded!"

The imposter Goblin groaned and raised a hand to his head. His eyes widened as he leaned up on his elbows, taking in the sight of the Avengers before him. 

"I-I, what hap..."

"You're ok, man." Sam said, moving with Rhodey to help the man off the hood.

"Tones, we're gonna take our friend here back to the tower. Get Bruce to give him a look over." Rhodey nodded, lifting the man bridal style and flying off, Sam following behind.

"This is your fault." Peter glared at Tony through the mask.

"Tony did you a favor!" Harley yelled. 

"No! He just led Norman to create a possible army of Goblins to distract us! We have to go after each one because we never know if it's him or not!"

"No, we'll have to go after them. You should have listened to Steve and hung back! That nut job is after you anyway! He gets you and he wins. You're putting all our lives and hard work at risk because why? Why can't you do what you're told?"

Before anyone could react, Peter's fist slammed into Harley's now bare face.

"You want to fight tough guy? Let's fight!"

"Hey!"

The two men stopped as Tony jumped in between them.

"We have a serious issue to handle. We can't waste time fighting amongst each other!"

"Did you not hear me when I said this was your fault?" Peter ground out.

"Did you not hear me when I said Tony did you a favor?" Harley slurred over Tony's shoulder, blood pouring out his nose and his busted lip.

"Just stop kid." Tony warned, walking up to Harley. "If he wanted to, he could have killed you. That punch, as bad as I know it hurts, wasn't even a drop in the bucket of what he could do if he wanted to."

Harley looked up at Tony's tired, concerned face. 

"But-"

"Don't, Harls. Just, let me handle Spider-Man."

"Why are you always defending him?"

Silence fell around the group, all curious to see if Tony would reveal the long awaited answer.

"This isn't the time or the place, Harley." Tony frowned. "We need to get back to the tower. We'll let Helen take a look at your nose and lip."

"I'm not going back to the tower with him." Harley said, glaring at Spider-Man over Tony's shoulder. "If I'm at the tower, he can't be there."

No one spoke as Harley's angry gaze lingered on Spider-Man.

Peter looked at Harley's face through his mask. He had all but given Tony a flat out ultimatum to choose between Spider-Man and Iron Lad. Peter looked the back of the Iron Man suit. At one time he thought he might know who Tony would choose, but now he wasn't so sure. It left a curious feeling in his gut. Not hurt, not jealousy, not anger, just.....curious.

Tony sighed and looked Harley in the eyes.

"Look Harley. We can't leave Spider-Man out here. He's an Avenger now, and we protect our own. If we leave him, and Norman grabs him, then that's on us."

A vast array of emotions flickered across Harley's face. He knew Tony had a point, but it didn't make the fact that Tony wouldn't flat out choose him over Spider-Man any better.

"Just tell him to stay away from me." Harley ground out, mask sliding back into place and shooting off towards the Tower.

Tony stood, watching him go in silence. For the first time since he left Tony behind, Peter felt a stirring of something other than anger for the man he had once considered his mentor. He didn't know if he cared for it.

"Tony?" Steve asked, walking up and placing a hand on the armored shoulder. "Let's get back to the tower. We need to question the new imposter.

Without looking, Tony nodded and left to return to the tower.

As everyone began to spread out and make their own way back, Steve turned and regarded the vigilante.

"Spider-Man, mind if we talk?"

Peter turned and looked at Steve's uncertain face.

"Sure, Captain."

"Look, I'm not even going to pretend I know much about what went on between you and Tony. It was a while back and the Avengers weren't even together. Since getting back together, the team has been trying to be better about hashing things out instead of bottling them up."

"Look, Captain," Peter held up his hand. "I get it. Everyone wants to know what happened between me and Tony-"

"Of course we do, but that's not what I want to talk about. Whatever happened between you and Tony is your business, but I'm worried about my team. Harley looks up to Tony and is constantly seeking his approval."

"Are you sure you should be saying things like that, Cap? It sounds awful close to criticism of Harley and Tony."

"It is." Steve nodded. "Tony is to wrapped up in helping you and not paying attention to Harley. Harley is to wrapped up in being jealous of you to pay attention to what he's doing. He could have killed that man today."

Peter stared as Steve removed his cowl and ran a hand through his hair. He looked tired.

"I don't know what to do, and I hate saying that. You need help. Norman's recent activities with all the fakes proves you need the back-up. Even with your other team, it would still be difficult. More so since they all have actual jobs and lives outside thier vigilante personas. However, Tony and Harley are actually on the team-no, don't argue me on that. Tony may be in denial Spider-Man, but the rest of us are well aware we won't be seeing you at the tower anymore after Norman is gone. With that said, I have to think about them. They're the ones who will be here after this is over."

"I get it, Steve." Peter said, holding his hands up. "I can always ask The Defenders if they can skirt some hours at work...well, all but Jessica. She's kind of already working an angle."

"Are there really any that can?"

Peter paused. As far as he knew, Tony was the only one who knew Matt was Daredevil, and asking him was out of the question anyway since he had to appear in court in the next two days. Danny.....Danny ran his company. He couldn't exactly bail at any time. Angelica and Bobby had been unavailable the last few times he had called them, so they were out. Luke, well Luke was an option. So was Frank...if Peter was willing to risk it. Frank wasn't always good about keeping his promise not to kill anyone when they fought together.

Maybe holding off on Frank would be a good idea for now.

Regardless, that only left him with Luke. 

"Holy shit."

"Spider-Man?"

"The bar! Luke's bar! All kinds of people filter in and out of there! I'll tell him to keep an ear open, maybe we can get a lead on where Norman's getting his new Goblins from."

Steve regarded him for a moment before nodding.

"Alright. We'll see what he comes up with. In the meantime, we'll keep up the hunt on our end." Steve sighed and ran a hand down his face. "I wish Tony hadn't done the press conference. You came to us before that. We promised to protect you, and your friends. I don't know if you know, but your friend Peter and his aunt paid us a visit at the tower. Neither were to happy with Tony."

"Peter told me. We had a rather long conversation."

"I don't usually do this sort of thing," Steve hesitated, an embarrassed expression on his face. "But can I ask what your relationship with Peter is? He seemed rather.....over protective of you."

Peter blinked under his mask. He wasn't quite sure how to answer that. Answer the wrong way and he'd blow his cover.

"Why Captain America, are you giving in to gossiping?"

Deflection, yes. Deflection was good.

"It's more so to get a better idea of things."

"Is this about Peter's protection? I know you guys have been doing a great job protecting Harry, MJ and May. I promise you though, Peter is perfectly safe."

"Maybe I should have let Nat handle this." Steve muttered. "Just, be honest. It's important that it be known."

Peter frowned. Why was Spider-Man's relationship with Peter Parker such a big deal? Would they retract their protection of his friends and May if he was?

"I'm not saying anything without knowing if May, Harry and MJ would still be guarded."

"Oh no! Our job is to protect the people! We would never leave known targets unprotected."

Then what was the big deal? However, maybe if he did say he was dating....Peter....then they might be more willing to leave his civilian identity alone. Harley had been increasingly vocal about his protection.

Well, here goes nothing.

"Yes. Yes I am dating Peter Parker. We just keep it very private."

Oh God, he was now dating himself. When had his life become a fanfiction? Wade would love this.

"I kind of thought so." Steve said, looking off to the side. "Just, please keep it professional around the team. We know Peter is still working at Oscorp, and Harley checks in on him some. I wouldn't want him to.....interrupt anything."

Jesus! Now he's sleeping with himself!

Peter wanted to scream.

"I can promise you one thing Cap, Harley will never be interrupting anything. With that said however, you can assure him Peter's well taken care of and he can lay off the check-ins."

"Alright." Steve took a breath, debating on his next question. "Can...can I ask about Deadpool?"

"What about him?"

"He also showed up with Peter and seemed rather.....close."

"Are you asking if I'm in a relationship with both Peter and Deadpool?"

Steve didn't respond. Instead, he shuffled from one foot to the other.

Why not? In for a penny, in for a pound right?

"Yes. We are."

Steve nodded.

"Why Captain!" Peter started slyly. "Are you perhaps interested in joining us?"

Steve's face lit up as he choked on air.

"I mean, I know you're with Iron Man, but who would say no to Captain America?"

"N-no thank you. I'm glad you all have each other."

"The offer stands Captain." Peter grinned, saluting Steve before shooting a web and swinging off toward the tower.

Face still aflame, Steve made his way off to where Natasha and Thor waited.

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"Nothing. No memory of anything. Same as all the others." Rhodey sighed as he and Sam, and Wanda entered the briefing room. "Bruce is finishing his check-up now."

"Their minds are strange during the time before becoming the Goblin and during. It's like white noise." Wanda frowned.

The team rarely ever asked Wanda to use her powers to probe someone's mind, but there was no other way to proceed. The men themselves continued to claim no recollection of anything.

"The only thing that seems the same is the mark on thier neck. Mostly likely where their being injected if Spider-Man is right about the formula."

Peter looked up from where he had been checking his phone for routine texts from Wade and Bucky.

"It's the Goblin formula. I know how Norman looked."

Wanda let out a breath as she fell into the seat beside Peter. Reading minds took a lot of focus, and she had been doing is frequently.

"I hope we get a break soon." she placed her head on the table.

"I'm reaching out to someone who may be able to give us an idea of where these guys are coming from." Peter looked at her with sympathy. "There's no guarantee he'll hear anything, but we can try it."

"I'll be glad for anything." she smiled at him.

Peter really liked Wanda. Her reputation was greatly exaggerated. Truth was, she was a very nice woman who had just been delt a shitty hand.

He looked down as his phone buzzed. Another message from Wade.

/You know I'll do anything for you Petey, but I'm mighty bored. I hear there's interesting things in the parking garage though./

/The parking garage is compromised./

/I have a kink for semi public sex and voyeurism Petey-Pie./

/I don't want anyone, especially my friend, watching me have sex./

/I noticed you didn't deny the semi public sex kink./

Peter put his phone aside. He wasn't about to engage in a kink war while surrounded by Avengers. He internally groaned as his phone buzzed, but was surprised to see May's name.

/James and I are going grocery shopping. We're going to make lasagna tonight! Larb you!/

James. May "I'm calling you James because I'm special and refuse to call you something other do" Parker had become quite attached to Bucky. It was amusing to see the two of them cooking together, watching TV, or even running errands. For all the hesitance she had had when he moved in, she had pretty much adopted him at this point.

"He's my protection Peter, of course he needs to walk me to Ann's for my book club."

Right Aunt May. Protection. I'm sure it had nothing to do with you parading a handsome man around in front of your friends. Funnier though was the fact that he had seen Bucky reading the club's new book yesterday.

"Spider-Man?"

Peter looked up to see that, at some point, Steve and Tony had entered the room. Harley was nowhere to be seen.

"Repeat that? I was receiving updates."

"I think you can return to Oscorp."

"Right. I actually have something I've been meaning to check out. Just been waiting for the right time.

Like Harley not being around.

"Alright. We're going to keep our friend here until we're sure he's well, then send him to detainment until we find Norman."

Peter nodded, standing up as everyone filed out the room to go do thier own thing.

"Mind if we have a word?"

Peter looked as Tony stared at him, a hopeful look on his face. 

"Ok."

Steve gave the slightest of smiles as the left the doorway he had been hesitating in. Once he was gone, Tony shut the door and Peter removed his mask.

"I hear Spider-Man is dating Peter Parker."

"I hear it was important information."

"When you go in, you go in all the way kid." Tony smiled softly.

"I didn't realize there was any other way."

"In this case, I honestly couldn't tell you."

"Care to enlighten me on why?

Tony stood, a look of bafflement on his face.

"Seriously, kid?"

"I told everyone Spider-Man was covering Peter Parker, what does it matter if they're in a relationship?"

"I swear. This is the most convoluted shit I've ever encountered. Pete, you have to know why it's a big deal."

"No. I don't." Peter huffed, crossing his arms in frustration.

Tony's eyes darted away in an unusual display of discomfort for him.

 "Don't...don't worry about it. We'll handle it."

Peter raised an eyebrow, debating on pushing further.

"Did you hear anything else?"

"That you're really dating Deadpool." Tony's jaw clenched.

"Is there a problem?"

Tony's jaw clenched and unclenched. The struggle not to say anything evident in his tense body language.

"I did extend the offer to join to Steve, but he turned me down. At least you know he's loyal."

Tony stumbled in surprise.

"You did what?"

"I offered for Steve to join in." Peter shrugged. "Like I told him, he is Captain America. Wade surely wouldn't object. Hell, he's be thrilled. Maybe throw in Thor and Natasha too."

"Are you trying to start an argument?"

"I thought this conversation was going rather well." Peter frowned. "Neither one of us is yelling."

Tony sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. There were so many things he wanted to say. So many things that wouldn't come across right if they were arguing. Maybe this was his moment. Peter was right, neither one of them were fighting.

"Peter-"

"Leave it Tony. I have a lot on my plate right now and I'm not adding your issues to it."

"We need to talk. For real. Talk without fighting."

"I don't have time. I already told you I haven something at Oscorp to look in to. I need to go. FRIDAY, window please."

"Yes Spider-Man."

Peter pulled his mask down over his face before leaping out and swinging off.

"Where's he off to?" Harley glared, walking in just in time to see Spider-Man leap out the window.

"Oscorp." 

"Of course he is."

"Harley, look, about earlier-"

"It's ok, Tony." Harley said, giving him a small smile. "I get it. As an Avenger I need to put aside my issues with Spider-Man and focus on the real problem, which is Norman Osborn."

"Spoken like a true hero kid." Tony smiled proudly.

Harley beamed at the praise. 

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"Thank you, James." May smiled, pulling out groceries from the bags Bucky sat on the table. "Peter loves my lasagna. Figure he could use the pick-me-up."

"I don't know how much longer the team and do this. It's getting out of control with all these fake Goblins. Peter said his friends Jessica and Felicia are snooping around. Daredevil and Iron Fist have been seen out more than ever. If the Four were in town, I'm sure they'd be out too."

"Oh definitely that Johnny Storm." May smirked. "Only seen the lower half of Peter's face and instantly enamored."

"Really? Just from half his face?"

"The young ones are easy to impress. I'm sure my nephews skin tight suit didn't hurt things either." May snickered. "But I think he's moved on. Saw him out with a young woman before they left."

Bucky nodded, putting the milk in the fridge.

"How are you liking the book? I saw you reading it last night."

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck as a pink hue brushed across his cheeks.

"Yeah...I saw your copy and figured I'd take a look."

"Well, is Christian Grey doing it for you?"

"I can't say he is."

"Thank God! Me either. What a creep. If it was about a healthy relationship, it would be one hell of a read though. Keep the healthy part in mind, James. Felicia is a beautiful girl but she's also a liberated woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it. So, keep her on her toes and remember that communication and respect are key aspects in a relationship. I mean, obviously physical attraction is important, but definitely need that communication and respect." 

"May! I can assure you I'm not trying to date Felicia."

"Oh please. I've seen you two. Listen to me, James. Peter is one of the most hesitant people I've ever met when it comes to relationships. Despite that, that girl not only managed to get past that barrier, but she kept him. They arn't even dating and they're still just as close. She sleeps over here in his bed more than she sleeps in her own. Don't tell Wade, who I've still yet to properly meet because of this Norman mess, that I said that." May winked. " Now, how about we bake some cookies before we have to start on the lasagna?"

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Peter grumbled as he pulled up his pants. He had climbed in through Harry's office window, pretending not to realize Wade still had a perfect view of the office from where he was positioned.

/Impromptu strip show for me Baby Boy? Daddy likes!/

Peter chuckled as zipped up his fly. He was reaching for his shirt when the door to Harry's office opened.

"Harry I-"

Peter froze as Harley Keener stared at him from the doorway. Well, so much for not walking in on anything.

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Harley froze as he took in the sight of a half naked Peter Parker. He had had no idea Peter was so.....fit. His frame was lean but filled with muscles and hard abs and pecks. He knew he shouldn't stare, so he tore his gaze away, face on fire. 

"S-sorry!"

He heard the rustle of fabric as Peter quickly threw on his shirt, buttoning it up as quickly as possible. As he avoided looking at Peter while he finished dressing, his eyes narrowed as he noticed the slightly open window and was that.....Spider-Man's glove?

Harley picked up the offending piece of material just as Peter turned around.

"Um, I'll just....I'll take that." Peter chuckled nervously as he took the glove out of Harley's hand. "Is there...is there something you need?"

"I just wanted to check in on you since we had another Goblin sighting today."

"Yeah, Spider-Man told me."

"I bet he did." Harley mumbled.

The buzzing of a phone echoed through the quiet office before a loud smack hit the window. Harley and Peter jumped as Deadpool clawed at the glass.

"Jesus!" Peter yelled, throwing the window open and pulling the masked man inside. "Are you crazy?"

"It's been discussed." Wade grinned, straightening up to full height and moving close to Peter.

Harley narrowed his eyes at the mercenary when Peter turned away, shoving Spider-Man's glove into his bag. The eyes on Wade's mask narrowed in return.

"So, Mini-Stark. What brings you here?" Wade asked, false innocence lacing his voice.

"I already told Peter. Why are you here? Shouldn't you be positioned somewhere for maximum view?"

"Oh, believe me, I just had some maximum view."

"As lovely as whatever this is, I have some things I need to look in to so, I'm gonna go." Peter said, moving towards the door.

"I'll come with you." Harley jumped. "I'm sure Deadpool needs to get back to his post anyway."

"I'm sure you need to be out looking for the Goblin and not hanging around Oscorp." Wade replied.

"Why don't you both go back to your posts. I have a headache and this isn't helping."

Peter rubbed his temples and walked out the door, leaving the two bickering men behind him.

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"Dad always was full of surprises." Harry said, looking up at the open hatch in his father's old lab. "How'd you even find that?"

"I didn't. Harley did by randomly leaning his hand down on the table."

"Wow."

"It's spacious up here." MJ noted, looking around the tunnel as Peter held her up. "I'm surprised you haven't already explored it."

"I haven't had time." Peter said, catching MJ as she let herself fall. "I tried to when we found it, but Iron Lad got all weird about it."

Harry and MJ shared a look as Peter jumped up, catching the side of the hatch and crawling in.

"So, which one of you is gonna stay here and play lookout?" he asked, peeking his head out.

"Me!" MJ waved excitedly. "I've always wanted in on a super hero mission."

"Maybe I should-"

"Shut it Osborn, this is my time." the red head said, shoving Harry towards the lab door.

"Go make sure the merc and boy wonder haven't destroyed anything."

Harry sighed, throwing his hands up and leaving.

"Alright Spider-Man, Spider-Woman's got your back."

"Spider-Woman?"

"Challenge me on it."

"Spider-Woman it is."

Peter smirked down at her before disappearing. 

Looking around, Mary Jane grabbed a chair and drug it under the hatch, standing in the seat. Jumping, she could barely see inside.

"I should have just went with you." she called.

"If I find something it'll be better if I don't have to worry about you." Peter yelled, his voice distant.

"If you find something we're all in trouble anyway!"

Peter didn't reply. 

After a few minutes of silence, MJ started wandering around the lab. She had never been interested in science, but she couldn't deny her curiosity. 

"Hey, Spider-Woman."

MJ jumped, whirling around to see Peter's head hanging out the hatch and grinning at her.

"Wanna be a sidekick?"

"Get me up there Parker."

Lowering his arms, Mary Jane grabbed his hands and widened her eyes as Peter easily lifted her into the shaft.

"Well, I definitely see why some women have a thing for strong men."

"I'm taken Ms. Watson."

Mary Jane smirked, motioning for Peter to lead the way. She followed him as they crawled down the pathway.

"So, what does Spider-Man need?"

"I want another set of eyes."

"I thought spiders had plenty of those."

"Your humor leaves me breathless."

Peter stopped suddenly, leaning back and letting MJ slip around him. 

"Look through there and tell me what you see."

Raising an eyebrow, she regarded Peter moment before peering through the grate. On the other side was a small, circular room with various hallways branching off.

"I think it's pretty obvious what I see, Tiger." Mary Jane said, looking back at him. "Where do you think these tunnels go?" 

"No idea, but searching them needs to be handled carefully. We don't want to set ourselves up for an ambush."

Mary Jane nodded, taking one last look at the strange room.

"How'd Norman even get this made? I know he didn't do it himself, but how did he keep it quiet?"

"I could take a guess, but I'd rather not. If nothing else, we know how he got everything out."

"Well then, let's go find Harry. Hopefully your boyfriend and your admirer have parted ways." Mary Jane smirked.

Peter rolled his eyes, following Mary Jane back down to the lab. 

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"I could take a guess, but I'd rather not. If nothing else, we know how he got everything out." Peter's voice answered.

"Well then, let's go find Harry. Hopefully your boyfriend and your admirer have parted ways." 

Jessica and Felicia exited the tunnel just in time to hear two figures shuffle away, the sound seeming to come from overhead.

"Well, we know there's a way in here that doesn't involve one of these tunnels." Felicia said, looking around the open room.

"Wonder where the rest of these go." Jessica said, walking around the room and looking down each tunnel. "Regardless though, there's a passage overhead. We'll need to talk with Peter, find out where his entry point is."

"Or," Felicia grinned. "We could find out ourselves."

Jessica smirked as she looked up at the grate above them.

"How sharp are those claws?"

"Sharp enough."