When Dantae sneaks out to talk to Anthony, I sneak out to go find Spider-man. After making my way across town, I spot him on top of the building that we both have visited before.

I don't smile. It's impossible to tell if he is waiting up there with handcuffs, so that he can arrest me, or if he wants to talk to me, or if this is a pure chance. However, Mama taught me better than to believe in coincidences. Everything happens for a reason. With supers roaming around New York, the magic that Mama believes in seems all the more real.

This time when I get to the top, Spider-man offers me a hand. I take it, as if I expect his fist to tell me all his dirty little secrets. When he hoists me up, I worry that he is going to rip my arm out my socket.

"Dude, I need to know what steroids you are taking," I swing my shoulder in circles, making sure that it's alright.

Spider-man looks at me. I assume, anyway. The mask obscures everything about him, especially what he is thinking. He moves over to the edge of the building, dangling his feet off the side. I follow beside him, letting my feet hang towards the ground as well. Maybe I'm super too, because I don't get a wave of nausea from the height. In fact, I'm barely even afraid.

Anthony, lovingly, would call it stupidity. Dantae would call it living.

"I was bit by a radioactive spider," he responds. His voice is muffled by his mask, becoming an indiscernible garble.

He doesn't continue, unfortunately. That little tidbit is not enough information to build a theory, not anywhere close.

"What about you?"

"I'm just your run of the mill PI," I tell him. "I'm nothing special."

"I mean, you were able to escape me last week," he says, shrugging. "I thought that... I don't know."

I try not to smile. This is the part where I trap him. You reel them in with a false sense of security and then snap. That's what Barty tells me he does, anyway. "Seems like your ego is bigger than you thought. You've been by a high schooler."

"Wait, your in high school?" He asks, his voice raising at the end. He doesn't say only in high school. It would mean something if he did, but he didn't say that. "You seem, like, older than that."

"How old?" I ask him.

Spider-man swings his legs as he thinks. Or at least, I think he is thinking. Maybe he is just letting me suffer in silence. It occurs to me that he might also be trying to milk me of information. Actually, I know nothing about him. He could try to extort me, like I'm trying to do with him. Shit, I'm such an idiot. My gut tells me that he is young, but for all I know, he could be another creep.

Not that young people can't be creeps. Harry is the best demonstration of that.

"I'd guess 20," he responds. It sounds more like a guess in the moment than an actual premediated thought. Come to think of it, maybe Spider-man is an idiot. Like, he's all muscles and no substance.

"20 is not old," I correct him.

"20 is ancient," he corrects.

Boom, he's a teenager. Or, he is trying to throw me off the scent and he's not a teenager.

"Don't you feel like wearing a mask is lying?" I ask.

Spider-man shakes his head back and forth. His gestures are all very large, but that might just because it's difficult to emote when wearing a mask. There's little that I can actually garner from his body.

That gets rid of none of my suspects, because I have no suspects.

"My family would be so worried if they saw me doing this kind of stuff," he tells me. "It's so dangerous, you know. When they worry, then I worry, and it becomes this whole big mess."

Unlike me though, he does it for free. Does he get off on the adrenaline? Does he like the attention? It's not that hero crap, because there isn't a single good soul in this whole town.

Well, except for Mama and Papa. Even if there were other good souls, none of them could belong to a teenage boy.

"Anyway, the danger calls, so I've gotta fly," he tells me. Definitely a thrill seeker. He puts a finger up. "Not, not really. I can't fly. Spiders can't fly. That's not... I'm just gonna go."

Thankfully, the mask hides my smile. "Good call."

With a flick of his wrists, he swings off into the night sky. I watch him go from a person to a speck in the distance before I climb down and go back home.

On the subway, I can barely contain my excitement. He's definitely a high schooler. I'm getting closer, and I've only seen him twice now. A few more nights, and I'll hopefully be able to get him to trust me enough that I can figure out who he is. As soon as the mask comes off, that's my in. If I wanted to, I could probably flirt my way there. He seems particularly vulnerable, but that feels like a cheap win.

When I finally get home, I sneak in through the window.

Dantae sits on my bed, his arms crossed.

I'm caught, hanging in the window frame. It's obvious that he's been crying for quite sometime. Nothing makes him cry like this except for love. Liz must've called.

Dantae has the most fragile masculinity to ever exist, so I pretend that I can't see his red eyes, nor the tear stains on his cheek. I sit at my desk chair, turning around to stare at him.

"How was your chat with Anthony?" I whisper, sitting down at my desk chair.

He puts his hand beneath him, scooching away from me. The gesture means something, but I don't care to try and figure out what. After spending so much time on Spider-man, I'm beginning to get a headache. It's also, like 2:00 AM at this point.

"Not the best," he answers, sniffling. Dantae puts his head in his hands for a second, before he looks up at me. "He's not mad that you told me, at least. He's just... I'll let you ask him about it. It's not my business to be sharing his stuff."

That can't be true. Anthony doesn't have stuff that I don't know. Our relationship has always worked that way, for better and for worse. Mostly for worse, but that's not important.

"Who were you with tonight?" Dantae demands. He glances up at me. It's difficult to lie to his dark eyes. It's one of the few features that we both get from Mama. I look like a carbon-copy of her, while he looks like Mama's brothers. When I lie to him, it feels like I'm lying to my whole family. "You don't have any friends besides Anthony. Was it Harry?"

"No," I correct him. Who else do we both mutually know? "I was with Peter Parker."

"The gay kid?" Dantae asks.

I blow air out of my lips and shoo him away. God, Dantae always has a way to piss me off. The only thing that would get me angrier is if I found out he called girls sluts behind my back, which I have no doubt he does. Family is everything, but family also sucks ass. "Just go to bed, Dantae."

"I'm being serious," Dantae asks.

"That's the fucking problem."