In a lazy military like formation many men walked lazily down the tiled corridors all garbed in the same white uniforms, each being identified by numbers on their shirts. As it usually went in a prison.

"Come on move it you lot." the guard urged the slow parade.

His encouragement did nothing as the men continued at the same pace. But one man got called from the line.

"Gargan!"

Stopping in his tracks a man with tanned skin, not caring for the slight disruption he cause, turning to face the guard he had a large scar along the left side of his face, accompanied by his left blood stained eye. Plus, a very sinister looking tattoo of a scorpion on his neck. Strolling up to the guard stood at the door he gave the guard a toothy grin.

"What is it sunshine?" he teased her.

"You've got a visitor." she stated with an amused tone.

"But I don't get visitors. Not at this summer camp."

Not answering she opened the door indicating she wanted him to follow him. This part of the prison was new to Gargan, with no family he didn't get any visitors. So he was both intrigued and confused. But not nervous, he was a crook, a killer. And they don't get nervous.

"You've got five minutes."

Giving a mocking nod to the guard he walked into the room. Bricked walls painted white, a barred window behind a man in a suit sat with his hands on the table. He looked like a lawyer.

"Well if there isn't a pane of glass between us you must be special. How much did you have to bribe the guard at the front?" Gargan asked sitting in the empty chair across from Mr Suit.

He sat there arms crossed, not being as formal.

"I'm not one of your friends from the outside if that's what your hoping."

Gargan was concerned now. He only trusted his 'friends'

"But I'm hoping I can become an ally, at least."

"I'm listening."

Slipping his hand into his jacket Mr Suit pulled out a piece of paper, scanning the words he read out.

"Macdonald 'Mac' Gargan, avoided imprisonment for ten years, only to be caught by the FBI nearly three months ago attempting to buy Chitari weapons from Adrian Toons."

"Okay so you know about me, care to tell me a little about yourself?"

"That a nice scar you've got there." Mr Suit carried on ignoring the blatant hint.

"Courtesy of Spiderman."

"Oh well, looks like we have that in common." Mr Suit pulled up the sleeve of his suit revealing a know scared burn traveling up his forearm.

"How did you get that?"

"Courtesy of Spiderman."

"Listen Mr Suit we've only got five minutes, so are you going to make me an offer or not?"

"My name is Norman Osborn."

Gargan's eyes widened at the name.

"Spiderman has made fools out of the both of us." He started pulling down his sleeve, the burn being a result of his hover board being damaged and burning him "But Spiderman has a friend now, and I could use one too."

"I'm in."

Smirking Gargan was already itching to claim his revenge, run it in Toons', the Vulture's, face. A chance to return the favor to Spiderman.

"I'll be in contact shortly with the details."

"Times up." the guard announced walking into the room.

"Don't give up hope Mac, I'll get you out of here." Norman acted patting Gargan on the back.

Being led out the prison by various guards Norman exited the grounds, with a new plan of action.

*********************

Pulling his earbuds out and slinging his bag off Peter considered which books he would and wouldn't need for his first lessons. Focused on the contents of his bag he didn't notice Ned slide up to his side, healed arm still in his cast.

"So when are we going to tell her?"

Head jolting up to Ned he shot him a subtle glare.

"You can't just go around saying that!" he aggressively whispered.

"But I haven't directly said that, so..."

"Okay whatever just don't mention it again, and I don't know when we're going to tell her."

Unfortunately Peter wasn't as eager to tell MJ as Ned was, or in other words Peter was willing to wait for the right opportunity, whereas Ned wasn't.

"How about now? The class is pretty loud." Ned suggested in English.

"No, there's too many people."

"Why don't we tell her now? You can just knock over a glass as an excuse if anything goes wrong." Ned urged in chemistry.

"Ned, seriously! Now isn't the time!"

"Come on why don't we tell her now?" Ned whined during gym helping him do sit ups with his knees rather his hands, to keep up the act of course "I mean if anyone over hears Flash will probably convince everyone you can't be you know..."

"Ned I'm in the perfect position to kick you right now."

"What are you two whispering about?" (Y/N) asked stepping past.

"Ned wont shut up about you know what."

"Oh okay." was all she was able to say with a nod before the teacher ushered her to the climbing ropes.

It got to lunch break and Ned was being as persistent as ever.

"Come on man its already lunch, we need to tell MJ."

"Tell MJ what?"

The two jumped violently from their seats as MJ stood behind them with her lunch along with a stack of books. (Y/N) also stood behind MJ biting her lip. Looked like it was now or never.

"So come on, tell me what?" she asked again taking a seat along with (Y/N).

"Well...." Ned started a loss for words.

"Really!? After all that nagging and now you're a loss for words!" Peter groaned.

"Listen MJ just don't freak out." (Y/N) started.

"How can I freak out when you wont even tell me what the heck's going on?" MJ asked with her same calm demur, wondering which book she should read first.

"Do you want to go first?" (Y/N) offered.

"I will if you want me to."

"No I want to know if you want to."

"Well-

"Oh never mind! MJ." (Y/N) faced her directly locking eye contact "I'm a mutant."

Looking up from her books, her full attention and curiosity caught, MJ oddly had her same expression, the voices of the other students in the lunch hall thankfully filling the silence, before it formed into a small smile.

"Cool."

"Really? I say I'm a mutant and you're not freaked out? Annoyed I didn't tell you? All you can say is 'cool'?"

"It's your business not mine, I'm glad you told me though. Suppose it means you trust me. And heck yeah its cool, like a book character."

"Well, yeah. I guess." (Y/N) nodded with a shrug, a smile coming to her lips also.

"So what are your powers?"

"I can heal injuries, I'd heal your black eye but it would look suspicious. Ned's having to act like his arms still broken." she pointed to him, Ned giving a small wave with his now healed arm "And I've got these really big metallic wings."

"So when can I see them?"

"Yeah I want to see them too." Ned added giddy.

"I keep telling you when we've got access to a secluded area big enough that's private."

"Hmm you're bit like an angel then."

"That's what I said." Ned grinned.

"Okay, that's my turn over. Peter." (Y/N) gestured to him.

Clearing his throat sitting up straight he started.

"MJ, I'm-

"You're Spiderman."

All three mouths dropped at once.

"What!? How!?" Peter gestured widely "How do you know!?"

"It wasn't hard to figure out, I knew after DC. You disappeared and Spiderman appeared, not only that Ned wasn't that worried about you not being there. Meaning he knew where you were or what you were doing. So yeah." she shrugged "Not only that I'd recognize that ass anywhere."

"Wha!? What do you mean by that!? Why are you talking about my ass!?"

"I'm not obsessed I'm just very observant, not only that our gym clothes are pretty tight. So yeah, I recognize that ass."

At that Peter let out an almighty sigh banging his head against the table.

"Peter!? Are you okay!?"

All that panicking! All Ned's nagging! For nothing!

**********************

The final bell rang for the day and Peter was about to dash off to the nearest alleyway, when he heard (Y/N) calling him.

"Peter! Wait up!"

Doing as she asked she was able to catch up to him just before he left the grounds.

"I need to talk to you about something." she panted slightly.

"What is it?"

"Alright. I've told my dads that all three of you know about my powers and in short my dad wants to talk to you."

"Does he know I'm-

"Know I didn't tell him, but they want to talk to you as you found out by accident, Ned and MJ didn't so..."

"Well when do they want to talk to me?"

"I was kind of hoping if you could come round tonight."

"Okay..."

Peter's face started to show his unease, not sure of how this 'talk' would go.

"Hey, don't be nervous. They just want to make sure you wont blab."

"But didn't you say one of them used to be a karate instructor?"

"Yep."

Oh God....