Looking at the wreckage left behind at the school, Maguire thought to himself:
*Well… guess I don't have to go to class anymore. The place is a disaster.*
*Since that's the case… might as well go buy a house.*
Originally, he had planned to wait until after school to take Uncle Ben and Aunt May to look at properties.
But thanks to Dr. Connors the Lizard, he'd just been given a surprise vacation.
Not caring in the slightest about whatever cleanup the school would have to do, Maguire strolled to a nearby café and pulled out the phone he'd "borrowed" from Kingpin.
He dialed Fisk directly.
"Boss, what can I do for you?" came Fisk's voice.
*Having little brothers really is convenient,* Maguire mused. *No need to run around myself.*
"Little King," he said, "I'm at August Café near Midtown High. Send me a car. Not a sports car."
"Yes, Boss. Right away," came the immediate, respectful reply.
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Kingpin's efficiency was nothing to sneeze at. Ten minutes later, two Bentleys rolled up to the curb.
A man in a black suit stepped out of one, approached Maguire with a deep bow, and said:
"Boss, Mr. Fisk asked me to deliver this car to you."
Ever since Maguire had made Fisk his subordinate, the Kingpin had given strict orders: treat Maguire as you would treat him.
Anyone foolish enough to disobey… well, the city's garbage heaps could always use more bodies.
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Onlookers on the sidewalk stopped to gawk, murmuring among themselves.
"Whose son is that? Must be loaded."
"That guy in the black suit… what a presence."
Without a word, Maguire slid into the driver's seat and pulled away toward home. The 6.0T W12 engine purred with power, bringing him back in minutes.
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Inside, Uncle Ben and Aunt May were packing clothes when Maguire walked in.
"Peter, why are you home now? Did something happen?" Ben asked.
"There was a monster at school," Maguire said simply. "A lot of the place got wrecked. The principal's giving us a month off for repairs."
"What kind of monster? Are you hurt?" May asked, worry in her voice.
"Of course not," Maguire said with a grin. "Luckily, Spider-Man showed up and drove it off."
After the battle at the Brooklyn Bridge, Holland's suited-up appearance had been dubbed "Spider-Man" by some, and the Daily Bugle had even printed a story — one full of criticism.
Still, Ben and May had heard of him.
"Good thing he was there," Ben said, relieved. "This world's getting dangerous. Shame about that Bugle rag smearing him — bunch of idiots."
Maguire just smiled faintly.
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"Uncle Ben, Aunt May, since we've got this break… why don't we go buy a place?"
They exchanged a glance. "Alright."
Ben went for his car keys, but Maguire stopped him.
"I already borrowed a car from Harry. Let's take that."
Ben's expression hardened. "We've got our own car. Why borrow someone else's?"
Maguire realized he'd miscalculated — Ben's sense of pride was unshakable.
May, however, intervened. "Oh, don't be so stubborn. If it's a kind gesture, we should accept it."
Ben sighed and agreed.
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Soon, the three of them were at a real estate office.
Per Ben and May's wishes, Maguire didn't buy a sprawling hilltop estate, but settled on a villa in a well-guarded city district — the kind of neighborhood with excellent security, enough to give him peace of mind about their safety.
After that, and with Maguire's persistent urging, Ben finally agreed to let him buy a new car.
Though Maguire had wanted to get him a Bentley, Ben refused, and they settled on a modest BMW instead.
"I get what you're trying to do, son," Ben said, "but you've got a long life ahead. Be frugal. This BMW is already more than I ever imagined driving."
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