Incredible Spider

Chapter 47: Click Together.

So...I'm stuck. All of my leads go nowhere, I've lost days of sleep and I think I'm slowly becoming addicted to coffee. This board is slowly driving me insane, and every single thing I find on Beck leads to nothing!

"What are you doing? It's like...4 in the morning," I heard the exhausted voice of Mr. Parr as I spun around to meet his gaze.

"Trying! To figure out what Mysterio and Screenslaver are doing," I said in genuine anger and frustration.

"Well...maybe I could help?" Mr. Parr suggested. Well...I guess help would be handy.

"Sure, why not? Take a look at my board of insanity," I said, waving at the board in utter disdain of it. He took some good looks at it, and I could see the gears turning in his head.

"You have Winston Deavor tied to Screenslaver. Why's that?" Mr. Parr asked.

"It seems like everywhere your wife and I go, Screenslaver follows and Mysterio's close behind. Maybe Winston's trying to give us an actual villain to fight, but I can't find anything except circumstantial evidence to try and tie it together," I explained the very flawed thought process I went through.

"You really have been racking your brain on this haven't you?" Mr. Parr asked in concern.

"Yeah, it's infuriating," I said in dejection.

"Have you been maintaining the rest of you?" He asked.

"If you mean my grades, yes. It's unusually easy to switch the topic that my brain's full gear focuses on," I said.

"Look. I'll take over this for you. Go and blow some steam off. You lived here before, right? Maybe reconnect with your old friends," Mr. Parr said.

Ah yes. All those friends that I don't have because I was the nerd. I mentally berated as I left the room.

"Should I even ask what you were doing? Aside from pulling the best conspiracy impression I've ever seen," I heard Violet snidely ask me.

"I was doing...something. Now I'm walking away from it though, because it was driving me actually insane," I joked with the delivery of a deflated tire that went through a hydraulic press.

"So where are you going?" Violet asked.

"I don't know. Somewhere to clear my head, so I don't think about anything going on in that room," I said. We were walking through the forested area around the house, appreciating the nature around the home. My mind wasn't stopping. It was still thinking about Beck and Mysterio and Screenslaver. I guess Violet saw this and decided to try and spark conversation.

"You ever figure out what happened with Tony?" Violet asked. I simply shook my head.

"Once again, only bits and pieces. I don't have a solid picture yet, I don't have that final trigger to make everything....click in place. You know?" I said.

"What pieces do you have then?" Violet asked me.

"Tony's memory seems to be fine. It just seems like you in particular are wiped from his memory. Like....every mention of you....every moment he saw you. Like...it was pre-determined...programmed..." It was then that I had that trigger click for me.

"Dicker...he had connections to a government agency that operates with heroes. There's no way that in the time between the NSA operating and it being defunded were supers perfectly able to maintain their secret identities. There had to be moments where they screwed up," I started muttering to myself.

"Uh...what? Peter you're not making sense," Violet told me.

"Quick, what would happen if you made a mistake on a paper?" I asked, Violet who was obviously confused by my sudden shift.

"You erase the mistake," Violet said in a slow confused voice.

"You erase it. Yes. Now if people knew the identities of all the Supers who screwed up in maintaining their secrets, those secrets would all be out. That would be a pain in the butt for any government agency if everyone knew. A bunch of mistakes..." I said, finally putting the pieces together.

"Are you trying to tell me that if someone found out about a Superhero's identity that their memories of that person would be...erased?" Violet said, seemingly having the same realization I was.

"Yeah, but someone would have had to tell Dicker about Tony. Someone who knows that...your father," I said, realizing more.

"....Oh he is not going to live this down," Violet said in anger. Meanwhile, I never stopped thinking about my big conspiracy board. Mainly....Beck.

Beck....Beck...I got that name from...his daughter. Wait a minute...IT WAS HIS DAUGHTER! I suddenly realized. That was I wasn't getting anything! She gave me her father's LAST name!

"THAT'S IT!" I suddenly yelled in glee, catching Violet by surprise.

"What?! What's it? Are you okay?" Violet asked in surprise.

"Violet, I'm sorry for scaring you! I just had an epiphany!" I said as I climbed up a tree, leaping and bounding from tree to tree using my powers.

Violet's POV: Hours ago

I was reading a book, eating cereal when May knocked on my door.

"Come in," I said in a deadpan manner. She walked in, with a warm smile.

"Hi Violet. How are you holding up?" She asked me, still aware of me being messed up about Tony. I simply shrugged, not caring. I was still miserable about it, I just got better at hiding my tears.

"Could you do something for me?" She asked me. I looked up, as if a way of asking what she wanted me to do.

"I need you to take Peter outside and divert his attention from something," She said suddenly.

"Wait what?" I asked in confusion.

"He's been nearly driving himself crazy trying to solve some mystery. I want you to take him outside and just...take his mind off of it," May explained further.

"I needed to be...a distraction for Peter....to maintain his sanity?" I asked, pressing for more details. May nodded, confirming what her plan was.

"He needs to be a teenager, think about normal teenager things-"

"Even if he's the farthest cry from a normal teenager ever?" I asked, cutting her off. May let out a frustrated sigh, as if she partially knew what she was asking me to do was a lost cause.

"I...I get that he's not entirely normal. Physically or mentally...but he's still my nephew. I still care about him, I don't want to see him hurt himself or drive himself crazy because of this hero stuff. So please, just....do what you can. Please? That's all I'm asking, drag Peter out of Spider-Man," May begged. I had to stop and consider everything Peter and I have been through. The plane...the cave....the robot...the underminer...and then now. This whole time, he's never once stopped being Spider-Man. Even if the mask and suit was off, Peter was still Spider-Man. In that cave, on Nomanisan Island...even though he had the suit on, he was being Peter. He was the nerdy, kind boy I saw on that bus that day. Now...he's inverted himself. He doesn't have the suit on, but he's still being Spider-Man.

"I'll see what I can do, May," I simply said, coming out of my thoughts.

"Thank you Violet. I hope you can do it," She said as she walked off.

Hours Later: Present Time

I watched Peter leap away, using his acrobatic abilities to go back to his room from the trees. With the look he gave me, the tone he used. The energy he had in him. I knew, that I saw Peter again. I gave a slight smirk, walking back over to the house. I did what May asked, I brought Peter Parker out of Spider-Man.