Where had Basil gone?
Perhaps Peter Parker knew the answer to that.
Ever since discovering the whereabouts of those weapons last time, Peter had been unable to stop thinking about them.
But what occupied his thoughts even more was that beautiful girl.
Liz Toomes.
A beautiful mixed-race girl.
Peter was staring at her.
"Peter, Peter."
Ned was getting on Peter's nerves. "What is it, Ned?"
Ned leaned over, hiding his face behind a book, and whispered, "It's still staring at you."
Peter looked over. Outside, a beautiful white snowy owl was staring at him from a tree.
"Did you do something to offend it?" Ned asked.
The snowy owl had been following Peter for three days.
Peter had no idea why, either. He had even tried to catch the owl, but he couldn't get anywhere near it.
The snowy owl stirred its wings, and Ned said excitedly, "It's leaving."
Basil stopped flapping. It had only been stretching.
Ned's face fell. "Now it's staying again."
"Aren't you Spider-Man? Why don't you go ask it?"
"Ahem, what are you talking about, Ned?" Peter hurriedly covered Ned's loose-lipped mouth and whispered, "Dude, I don't want everyone knowing about my connection to Spider-Man, okay?"
Ned nodded, and only then did Peter let go.
"Your connection to Spider-Man?"
Flash heard their muttering and loudly mocked them. "Hey, everyone, Peter says he knows Spider-Man!"
"I didn't..."
Peter had barely spoken when everyone turned to stare at him, including Liz, the girl he liked.
The words on his tongue became, "Uh... we've met a few times, through the Stark internship program."
Liz seemed to really like Spider-Man. "I'm having a party tonight."
Flash egged him on. "Come on, Coach Wilson knows Captain America, too."
Liz said understandingly, "Never mind. He doesn't have time."
"Right, Spider-Man doesn't have