Peter WHY...

A week had passed since Peter Parker's audacious attack on The Enforcers' warehouse, and the city was still buzzing with the aftermath. The police were on high alert, their radio frequencies crackling with updates and directives as they searched for the culprit who had not only robbed but seemingly obliterated the gang's operation. Peter, tuning into these frequencies from his makeshift setup, learned that there were no survivors from that night. 

No survivors, Good to know.. he thought, a part of him feeling a mix of relief. That fire was meant to destroy evidence, and lives. But I can't undo what's done.

With the heat on, Peter knew he needed a secure place to stash his newfound wealth and equipment, somewhere off the grid where neither the law nor any remnants of The Enforcers could find him. He'd been scouting locations all week—an abandoned warehouse, a secluded section of the sewer system, various subway tunnels. None had met his criteria until now.

He found himself walking through an abandoned subway tunnel, his footsteps echoing against the concrete walls, the only sound in the quiet dark. The tunnel was old, its tracks overgrown with the remnants of time, rust, and neglect. 

This might just work, he thought, his eyes scanning every detail. It's hidden enough, and if I play my cards right, no one will ever think to look here.

He'd checked out other sites, but they hadn't satisfied his requirements. The warehouse was too exposed, the sewer too damp and risky for storing electronics or cash. But this tunnel... it had potential. 

It's underground, out of sight, and with some work, it could be perfect. His mind began to race with plans. 

For starters, he needed electricity. Generators, he decided. I can rig up solar panels near the entrance, maybe on the roof of an adjacent building, wire it down here. That'll keep the lights on and my gadgets charged without attracting attention from the grid. 

The thought of having to engineer his own power supply was daunting but exciting. I'll need to look into soundproofing too. Can't have anyone hearing my work from above.

He envisioned a layout: one section for storing his loot—cash, weapons, and anything else he might acquire. Another area would serve as a workshop for tinkering with his equipment, enhancing his suits, and perhaps even building new gadgets. 

I'll need storage for my web fluid, spare parts, maybe some tools for quick repairs. He imagined a small living area, too—nothing luxurious, just somewhere to crash if he was out all night or if he needed to lay low. A cot, some basic amenities. It's not like I'll be moving in, but it's good to have options.

Peter paced the length of the tunnel, marking potential spots. Here for the generator, over there for storage... He could see it all coming together. I'll need to secure the entrances, maybe with hidden doors or false walls. And surveillance—cameras, but hidden, of course. Can't have my hideout being a surprise to me.

His thoughts turned to the practicalities of transforming this place. Materials, tools, time... I'll have to do this bit by bit. Can't be too conspicuous dragging stuff down here. He planned to use the cover of night, making trips with what he could carry, slowly building his sanctuary.

The idea of a secret lair beneath the city gave him a thrill. This isn't just about hiding; it's about having a base, my own space where I can be Spider-Man without the world knowing. It was a step into a new phase of his life, one where he was not just reacting but planning, not just fighting crime but managing the fallout of his actions.

As he turned to leave, making sure he left no trace of his visit, Peter felt a sense of accomplishment. This is it. My hideout. My sanctuary. My way to stay one step ahead. The tunnel, once just another forgotten relic of New York's past, was now the foundation of his future operations. 

Heading back to the surface, his mind was already buzzing with the logistics of setting up his new base. Generators, solar panels, soundproofing, security... The list grew, but so did his confidence.

God I need to hit more gangs now... I need to be careful I can't have the big boys attention on me so fast. Peter thought to himself.

This was more than just a hideout; it was his declaration of intent. Peter Parker was not just playing at being a hero anymore; he was strategizing like one.