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Peter was walking down the alley in the Central Park being happy like never before.
He had to meet with his mentor, Mr Stark, for their weekly training.
Peter was prepared. Ok, last time be failed a bit by screwing up on the entire line. But it was not his fault! It was Tony who gave him wrong building plans. Or maybe he read them wrong? Nevermind!
It wasn’t important at the moment.
Peter continued his walk whistling happily. It was until he spotted some movement in a nearby bushes.
He stopped and first looked around. But he saw no one suspicious. Frowning, Peter headed straight into bushes direction. He got even more confused when he heard some strange noises.
Peter got at the spot and crouched. His spider-sense was tingling at the base of his skull, alerting him to possible danger.
With little hesitation and caution, Peter reached and moved several branches to the side.
What a relief he experienced when he saw, that a small puppy was stuck between the bushes.
“Oh, hi there, pup!” A bright smile crawled onto Peter’s lips.
He slipped hands between the branches and aa carefully as it was possible pulled few of them up.
“Come here, buddy,” Peter took the puppy in his hands and pulled little dog out of its ‘trap’.
Spidey put puppy on the grass and looked over it.
But puppy galloped right through the next bushes right into the arenaceous alley. Then without a backward glance dog ran off to sniff all the trees and lampposts along the way.
“Hey! Little one!” Peter ran after the puppy and on the last moment he caught dog and pulled it up. “Hey! No! First we gotta find your owner, mate. I see you have a collar, lemme check…”
Puppy barked happily waving its tail and bit Parker’s hand.
“Hey!” Peter laughed softly checking the charm at the collar. “So your name is Jack and you live kinda near from here..” Peter muttered. “I’ll bring you home, Jack. But don’t bite me, you little fugitive,” he laughed sortly while puppy was waving its tail still trying to bite Peter’s fingers with its little sharp fangs.
On his way at the address from puppy’s collar, Peter got a text from Tony.
[TONY: Where R U Peter?]
Parker sighed and sat at the nearest bench. He texted back.
[Gonna be late, gotta do something first. Wait 4 me.]
Peter got up and with a puppy under his arm, he headed to one of the skyscrapers.
Puppy was still trying to get out of Peter’s grasp squeaking quietly.
“Hush, Jack, no one is hurting you, mate,” Peter rubbed dog’s back. It helped because puppy licked top of Parker’s palm barking happily again.
When Peter arrived on the 9th floor, he walked to the flat number 890 and he knocked few times.
Door has been opened by a little girl in a pink dress.
“Hello?” she whispered quietly.
“Hi!” Peter sent her a smile. “I think this little gentleman belongs to you.”
Parker pulled puppy from under his jacket and handled it to the girl.
Her chin trembled and she sobbed loudly. Few tears fell down on her dress.
“Me and my mummy were looking for Jack! He got lost few hours ago! Oh, Jack!” She grabbed puppy and hugged him tight to her little chest. “Thank you, Sir! Thank you for your help! Mummy! Mummy! Jack’s back!”
Girl ran inside the flat leaving door open. When she and her mother came back, there was no one in front of the door.
Peter was walking down the street whistling happily and smiling. At least he made a little good deed.