Chapter 15

Peter groaned at his alarm keep yelling at him. He rolled over and tossed his hand over to the alarm to turn it off. Peter used to much strength and smashed the alarm. He lifted his head and looked at the smashed remains of his alarm.

He let out a loud sigh and laid his head back down on his pillow. He stared at the ceiling while his mind raced. It's been a week since the silent auction. And no more Electro attacks. But it was just a matter of time.

Memories of his old home flooded his mind. They always did with Electro. He wondered how Aunt May was doing and how Gwen was doing. Peter clenched his eyes closed and tried to stop the aching in his heart. He opened his eyes and then slowly started getting out of bed.

He got dressed slowly, yawning almost every thirty seconds. When he finished he headed downstairs to grab some breakfast and then get to work on the long list of work Alfred always gave him.

Just like every time he came to the kitchen his stomach grumbled at the delicious smells coming out of it. Today's meal was a waffles, sausage, and bacon.

"Good morning Peter." Alfred said, not looking up from his newspaper.

Peter smiled. "Good morning Sir." He began piling his food on his plate. He sat down next to Alfred and grabbed the remote that controlled the TV in the kitchen. "You mind if I watch something while I eat?"

Alfred shook his head, eyes never leaving the newspaper. Peter turned it on and went to a local news channel. He placed the remote down and began to eat while watching. About two minutes later Peter stopped eating and almost dropped his fork at what was on the TV.

The man known as Superman talking, and on the side of the screen was a drawn picture of Peter. A picture of Spider-Man. Peter scrambled to grab the remote and turn up the volume.

"-With Superman to discuss and League issue. Superman?" The woman held the microphone toward Superman who smiled and nodded his head. "Thank you . The man we are looking for is displayed on the screen. He is not a criminal, or a villain. But he does have information about one that we need to stop. So if you see him, don't harm him or chase him. Leave him to the League. Thank you." Superman finished before flying off rather dramatically.

"Well there you have it. From Superman himself, the man has information to someone the League is looking for. If you see this man he is not a criminal nor a villain. This is Gracie Ho-" Peter turned off the TV and looked down at his plate. His appetite suddenly gone. He felt eyes on his and turned his head to see Alfred giving him a strange look.

"You okay lad?" He asked.

Peter swallowed and nodded his head. "Yeah, sorry. Just not feeling well all of a sudden."

Alfred placed a hand on Peter's shoulder. "If you need to you can have the day off."

He shook his head. "No I'm alright. But if it gets worse I'll take the day off."

Alfred stared at him for a few moments before nodding. He reached into his coat pocket a produced a piece of paper. He handed it to Peter.

"These are the things I need done today. But remember if it gets worse take the rest of the day off." Peter nodded and smiled before heading off to do his work.

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Bruce was in his office working on some paperwork for his company. While he much rather be researching the spider character man he need to keep his image up. A knock sounded at the door.

"Come in." He called out.

Alfred came in but made no sound. Bruce looked up to see his closest friend with a strange expression. Bruce put down his pen and paid more attention. "What's wrong Alfred?"

"Do we know anything else about Peter?" Alfred asked.

Bruce eyebrows crunched up at the question. "Not a lot. Why?"

"I think the young man may have something to do that spider fellow you and the League are looking for." Alfred said.

Bruce's eyebrows went from to scrunched to high on his face. "Why would you say that?"

Alfred told him all about what was on the TV and how Peter reacted. "I learned facial expression a long time ago Master Bruce. And I can almost promise you that Peter knows something."

Bruce nodded. He trusted Alfred and if he said Peter knew something then he believed him. He folded his hands in front of him and sighed.

"How much do you think he knows?" Bruce asked.

"I'm not sure. But I think he knows a good deal." Alfred said.

Silence fell upon the room as Bruce thought about what Alfred said and everything he knew about Peter.

"Alfred, I need you to get a fingerprint of Peters index finger. As well as a DNA sample." Bruce said, filling the silence. He looked up at Alfred. Slowly, Alfred nodded.

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Okay! So this is a super short chapter but it's one of those filler chapters, ya know?
So here are my excuses for it taking so long!

I hate writing filler chapters. I feel like I need someone to point a gun to my head to make me write one.

I was gonna write it for Christmas time but my dog died. Her name was Candy, she was a beagle. She lived for 11 years. She had tumors and acute liver failure. So I was pretty damn sad.

So thats my excuse. BUT you should all rejoice because now that this stupid hellish filler chapter from satans butt is done I can write way faster.

Thats all!

Xoxoxoxo

-Darkvoice