Magical Spider chapter 61

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"Peter, that's enough," May said softly.

"No, May, let the boy go keep talking," Ben said, not looking away from Peter. "I'd love to hear more about how I'm such a failure."

"I'm not trying to say that you're a failure," Peter said in a frustrated voice. "But it is undeniable -"

"No? Because that's what it feels like," Ben cut him off. "And once you're done, I'm sure you can go off to spend time with your rich friend. It won't be too long before you're like his father, another man in a suit and tie who doesn't give a damn about us mere mortals."

"I..." Peter trailed off before letting out a huff and standing up. "There's no point in talking to you, I'm going to go out; don't wait up." He said before turning and walking away, ignoring his aunt calling after him.

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Chapter 61 -

"Ah, Peter," Captain George Stacy said as he opened the door to find Peter Parker standing in front of his apartment. "How are you doing today, Pete?"

"Fine, Captain Stacy," Peter nodded amicably, though he wasn't able to keep all the stiffness out of his reply. The young boy was still more than a little annoyed with his own uncle but did his best not to show Gwen's dad that, as the last thing he needed or wanted right now was an interrogation from a police captain. "What about you? Everything good?" If Captain Stacy noticed that Peter wasn't completely happy, then he didn't show it and simply responded in his usual calm manner.

"I'm fine, Peter, thanks for asking." He said before stepping to the side. "Here to see Gwen and the others, right?"

"Yes, Sir," Peter confirmed as he stepped inside.

"You four got something big planned?" Captain Stacy asked. "Nothing illegal, I hope," He added jokingly.

"Oh, it's completely illegal, I assure you," Peter told him honestly.

"If you're sure," Captain Stacy chuckled. "Everyone's in Gwen's room, but um... before you go there, can I ask you a question?" He asked awkwardly.

"Um...sure," Peter said in a slightly confused tone as the pair started walking towards Gwen's room.

"Harry, Gwen and that Felicia girl," Captain Stacy said slowly. "What the hell is going on with those three?" He asked slowly.

"Ah," Peter said understandingly. "Well, Sir, to be blunt with you, it's probably either the making of a harem or a complete disaster."

"Right, right," Captain Stacy nodded as they stopped outside of Gwen's room. "What's a harem?" He whispered to Peter. Peter froze and tried to think of a way to explain things that wouldn't get him or his best friend shot, arrested or both.

"I'll tell you when you're older." Was what Peter had come up with. Captain Stacy stared at him for a moment before sighing and raising his hands as if to say 'You know what, I don't want to know.' The older man knocked on the door before opening it. Inside, Gwen was at her desk on her laptop with Harry standing next to her while Felicia was piggy-backing on him for some reason.

"Gwen, you're friend is here," Said Captain Stacy, taking a moment to look between the four teenagers and letting out a mental sigh before turning and leaving.

"Hey, Pete," Harry greeted him first before frowning. "Are you alright?" He asked in a concerned voice.

"Just been a long day," Peter sighed as he walked in and closed the door behind him. "I'm fine. What about you? Wilson Fat-Man Fisk had just walked into your home. How are you feeling?"

"My worries are far outweighed by my rage," Harry stated in a matter-of-fact voice. "And his weight," He couldn't help but add.

"So what's the plan here?" Peter asked as he walked up to the group. "Grand larceny?"

"That's such a horrid thing to do, Peter," Felicia said in a mock-hurt voice. "We're simply preventing a crime-lord from getting more and more of Harry's family's hard-earned money."

"Like upstanding citizens," Harry said proudly, earning an amused snort from Gwen.

"What's the end game here?" Gwen asked. "Prevent Fisk from paying the money on time?"

"The payment will be sent tomorrow. We prevent that so that Father will have reason to end the contract," Harry stated. "Then I can suggest to him one of the other companies I've found which will do the same work but much, much cheaper. While we're at it, I'd also like to take as much money from Fisk as we can."

"And what do we plan to do with that money?" Peter asked.

"I could do with a nice golden necklace," Felicia hummed thoughtfully.

"I was thinking more along the lines of cancer research, homeless shelters, animal shelters, that type of thing," Harry said with an amused smile.

"You're a good person," Gwen and Felicia said at the same time, the former with a pleased smile while the latter clearly meant it as a complaint.

"So, we really are playing Robin Hood then?" Peter asked thoughtfully. "I'm in if we can agree to send a couple of million to Aunt May's F.E.A.S.T. shelter."

"Deal," Harry said at once.

"About that necklace," Felicia spoke.

"Oh, I know a good charity that'll help starving kids in poor countries," Gwen piped up. "One article I read recently says that we only need twenty-three billion dollars to solve world hunger, or at least to get it to manageable levels. Though another article did say we needed less, but I don't see the problem with throwing in extra money if it's a crime-lord's money ."

"Just one necklace," Felicia said once more.

"Mum's latest charity could do with a couple of million" Harry shrugged before everyone looked at Felicia, who sighed deeply.

"Fine," The girl said dramatically. "Animal shelter, cats only."

"Dogs will be included," Harry told her apologetically. "But I will also get you a necklace."

"Deal."

(.)

"You are so romantic," Felicia whispered to Harry as the two stood opposite Fisk's building. It was basically a giant skyscraper with his name on top in gold letters.

"You have a funny idea of romance," Harry said with a chuckle.

The two were both dressed up for the occasion, both wore black boots, trousers and protective shin-pads. They followed their looks up with grey shirts, fitted with added pads for their forearms, chests and shoulders. Both wore black hoodies with the hoods pulled up, Felicia wore a black wig over her hair while Harry had willed his eyes to be green and the pair both had black bandanas covering their lower faces.

"You sure we shouldn't wear protection?" Harry asked, looking down at the clothes they were wearing. They were hardly going to do much good against bullets or knives.

"It isn't that kind of mission," Peter's voice cut in teasingly from their earpieces.

"We didn't have time to change up your spider suit." Felicia shrugged; it had been agreed that Harry wouldn't come dressed as Spiderman as the last thing he needed was for Spiderman to be accused of stealing. "Besides, the trick is to be quick, get in and out before anyone can notice. Speaking of which, you still haven't told me how exactly we're going to get up there."

"Give it a sec," He told her before tapping his earpiece. "Gwen, we good?"

"Up and ready whenever you are," She replied.

"Excellent, Pete, are you ready?" Harry asked.

"I was born ready," Peter's voice replied. "True story, I came out two weeks early."

"Neat," Harry said genuinely before grabbing Felica by the waist and pulling her close. "Hold on tight," He told the girl who had already wrapped her arms around him.

"Not a problem," She purred as she leaned into him. He raised his free hand and aimed it up at the building.

"Sweet Merlin, I hope this works," He sighed. "Carpe Retractum," He intoned. An orange cord of light shot out of his hand and straight up and attached itself to the side of the building.

"Oh," Felicia blinked. "That looks hand-eeeeeyyy!" She shrieked as the two were pulled straight up into the air and towards the building. Several terrifying seconds later, Harry and she hung off the side of the building by the cord that was now less than a meter long. The pair both made sure to keep their feet planted firmly on the side of the building. "What's that?" She couldn't help but ask, gesturing to the light.

"Seize and pull spell," Harry explained, grinning widely under his bandanna. "It pulls things to you or pulls you to things. Given that I couldn't possibly pull the building to me-"

"It pulled you to the building," Felicia nodded understandingly. "Neat. Anyway, keep us here for another half a minute or so."

"Okay, but be quick." He grunted, holding her up as she pulled out a small hacking device. "My super strength is gone, and magic is a bit energy-consuming."

"I'll do my best," She assured him. Twenty seconds later, she smiled as all of the lights on the building went out. "Security systems disabled." She told him in a pleased voice.

"That's my girl," Harry said proudly before releasing his spell and quickly firing another one that shot up and brought them higher up to a vent on the side of the building.

"Good work, but they won't stay disabled for long," Gwen warned them. "Do your jobs and do them quickly."

"Way ahead of you," Felicia said as she and Harry had already begun crawling through the vents. "Do you think this'll make a big difference to Fisk?" She couldn't help but ask Harry, who was crawling behind her.

"I don't know how big," He admitted. "Fisk likely has lots of money in multiple different places, but if we go through with this, then I'm sure it'll at least damage the big guy's pocket a little bit."

"Maybe we can do this again then." She grinned as she looked back over her shoulder. "Enjoying the view?" She asked teasingly with a small shake of her hips.

"Loving it," He replied easily.

"Guys, just how much money are you both planning to take?" Peter asked them.

"Not much, just a little bit," Harry replied.

(.)

"THIRTY BILLION DOLLARS?!" Fisk roared the next morning into his phone.

The man, after waking up, had gone through his regular morning routine before being greeted by his ever faithful friend, Wesley. He had been enjoying a rather expensive breakfast when the phone rang. Souring his morning with the news that somebody had broken into one of his buildings, hacked in and then sent out thirty billion dollars worth of his money.

"Y...yes, Sir," A terrified voice came from the other end of the phone. "All the security systems went dark at night. When they came back up, we found two guards unconscious in the security room. We then discovered that the money had been sent out to various charities. S...stuff like cancer research, homeless shelters, animal shelters and a lot of it went to foreign charities that deal with problems in other countries and...well..."

"Well, what?!" Fisk demanded impatiently.

"Five dollars had been sent to our own charity account," The voice said, not wanting to point out that they both knew that the charity account was just an excuse to make more money and none of it was going to go to anyone that didn't have the last name 'Fisk'. "And then...well...there was a picture...a drawing."

"A drawing of what?!"

"A drawing of...a butt." The voice revealed.

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"...Your name was written on the butt."

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Fisk shouted furiously. "THAT IS THIRTY BILLION DOLLARS! FIND WHOEVER DID THIS! NOW!" He yelled before cutting the call and tossing his phone across the room. He slammed his fists down on the glass table in front of him, shattering the whole thing and sending glass and his breakfast down to the ground. He turned to face Wesley, who was wiping glass pieces off of his legs with a small frown. "I just lost thirty billion dollars!"

"Thirty-two," Wesley corrected him automatically.

"WHAT?!" Fisk demanded, eyes bulging out.

"You lost thirty billion to these thieves, but you also gifted your wife one billion to put into your multiple art centres including the new one that we're building, the party we're setting up, your holiday in Dubai and her own private businesses," Wesley told him in a calm voice, which was at odds with the deep frown on his face. "Then there is the other billion that we spent this month on producing those new high-tech armoured vehicles, your special suits, the money we agreed to give to the crime families, and a few other expenses. So, long story short, we are down in total by thirty-two billion dollars this week alone."

"Shit," Fisk groaned, rubbing his eyes. "We still have plenty of money to spare, and we can recover, but that is still a sizeable amount."

"Indeed," Wesley said, pulling out his phone.

"We could spin this," Fisk said thoughtfully after a moment. "All of the money which has been stolen and donated to charities, we can make the press aware. Wilson Fisk, helper of the helpless, seems like a good name."

"You wish to imply that we did this on purpose?" Wesley asked.

"Yes," Fisk nodded. "It'll help our public image while giving us the chance to find out who stole my money and make them pay."

"I'm afraid it's a bit too late for that, Sir," Wesley told him apologetically before showing him a news report on his phone. Fisk took the phone and stared at the report, which basically revealed that a pair of Robin Hood wannabes had broken in, stole his money and donated it to several charities. At the top of the article was a picture of the drawing of the butt that that been found by the security guards. A yell escaped from Fisk as he crushed the phone in his hands.

"I'll need you to arrange a meeting," Fisk growled.

"You should have had me do that before you destroyed my phone." Wesley pointed out mildly just before a knock was heard on the door. A moment later, one of his cleaners came in, holding a box.

"This just arrived, Sirs," He said respectfully, handing it over to Wesley whilst barely glancing at the destroyed table before leaving. Wesley let out a small sigh before he opened the box and discovered a newspaper and a letter. The newspaper was an article from the Daily Bugle, revealing an anonymous tip that had been sent, which revealed plenty of evidence of Fisk's less-than-legal activities whilst also questioning how he had gotten off so easily. He paused and stared at it for several seconds before releasing another sigh and then opening the letter.

"Sir," Wesley said in an apologetic manner. "There's something I feel you should know."

"Let me guess," Fisk tilted his head to the side, his lips thinned, and his hands clenched tightly. "There is a drawing of a butt, correct?" He asked in a forcefully calm voice, his face a bright red. "Tell me that's what it is, Wesley. Look me right in the eye and tell me right now to my face that there is a drawing of a butt. There is a drawing of a butt there, yes?"

"And a pair of male genitals, yes." Confirmed Wesley.

"AAARRRRGHHHH!"