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peter thought everything was good. aunt may was cured, the city was cured, and he had managed to help get everyone that had escaped prison back into prison. he’s also helped his aunt rebuild the homeless shelter, gained trust within the police department once more and has spent time training miles’ development in between classes and his work studies. it’s now been weeks since everything went down. radio silence on all corners of new york city - which he’s entirely too thankful for. the superhero is hand-in-hand with savannah, his thumb trailing over his skin as a laugh escapes. “you might just be onto something.” his head shakes, nudging her shoulder gently. “let’s go back to my place. i have an early morning with miles, and your apartment is just too far.” he grins teasingly, spinning her in a circle before he wraps an arm around her waist and lifts her up. they’re walking by a television store when the screen suddenly changes. his attention is caught, brows quirking together as he stops and slowly sets savannah back down.
An interesting development is coming out of Raft Prison tonight. The newscaster says, a serious undertone coming over her voice. Guards were doing their rounds when they found Adrian Toomes missing in his cell with a note from Doctor Octavius, promising return for the others. His brows crease together, his head shaking a bit. “That’s impossible.” He mutters quietly, licking over his lesser lip as his arms wrap around his middle. “There’s no way either of them had contact. I made su--” He’s cut off with the sound of gun shots echo through the room, and his eyes widen a bit a hand coming up to cover his mouth when the two villains appear before the camera. “Oh no,” Peter breathes, his head shaking a bit as he gets his web shooters on.
Good evening, New York City! We have decided to make our announcement quite public. In with the youths, I might add, because we have a very important announcement. There’s no need to make an attempt at changing the stations - we’ve made sure that every television channel is on us. It’s imperative that you listen; because there’s a truth that we’ve been dying to tell. A few months ago, our dear friend and beloved Spider-Man made a choice. One that drastically left me altered. He left me to die in a building after I was infected by the same poison that you all were. Admittedly, it gave me powers; and I was in the wrong, but Spider-Man left me to die in a tower that was crumbling. Don’t believe me? See for yourself.
It’s then that a video is played, and it’s not entirely clear that it’s been altered: showing the scene entirely differently from what Peter remembers it to be.
Spider-Man is a danger to society. Look at the destruction that’s wrecked New York since he’s made an appearance almost ten years ago. Look at the utter havoc, the alien technology, and the absolute anarchy. The family members you’ve all lost and least we forget the shortage in jobs from the damage. And it’s funny because beneath the mask lies a science nerd that went to midtown high. One that I worked hard with, one that used me for his own gain and played me like a fiddle. He’s been playing all of us since the murder of his uncle, and the murder of his parents. He has a dangerous vendetta. We need action. We need justice. We need Peter Parker arrested and trailed for the murders of our good people.