Without web shooters in this identity, he made his way across the buildings using parkour.
His first stop was Baxter, where he would store the suit and go home to sleep before the training began.
The next few days were going to be demanding, and for a specific reason.
The patches blocked his spider-sense.
He had designed them to do exactly that, because training without it would develop his natural instincts in ways that dependence on the sixth sense had been quietly preventing.
It was the same logic that had driven Peter 616 to train with Shang-Chi after losing his spider-sense.
The other reason was preparation.
His spider-sense did not function against symbiotes, or against Kraven, or against opponents like Otto who had specifically engineered devices to suppress it.
Relying too heavily on any single sense, however extraordinary, was a fatal habit against the right enemy.
He wanted to become someone who, through training alone, could read an attack before it arrived, the way Batman could.
Not as a backup.
As a genuine parallel capability.
"This meeting went better than I expected," he said, moving across rooftops and staying in the shadows. "I genuinely cannot wait for tomorrow."
....
Time moves differently when there is a great deal to do.
Training with Colleen.
Work at Baxter.
Patrols.
School.
If it were not for the serum and the spider bite, he estimated he would have lost consciousness approximately fifteen times by now.
The first days with Colleen had not been particularly difficult, because his patrol experience had given him a baseline that her standard curriculum could not challenge.
The problems started when Colleen noticed this.
She had never had a student who absorbed everything at the rate he did, and like a complete idiot, he had mentioned his near-perfect memory.
He had also, in the same conversation, mentioned the healing factor.
From that day forward, Colleen stopped holding back.
Previously she had been careful about seriously injuring him.
Now she used him like a very educational pincushion.
The worst part was the healing sequence: superficial closure first, then internal repair, which meant he was doing his patrols with ongoing internal damage at various stages of resolution.
He had thought the bruises and broken bones from Doom and Abomination were unpleasant.
He had been defining the category too narrowly.
During this period he had also continued improving the car.
Upgraded brakes.
Better exhaust.
A camouflage system.
The same driving system from the first two Transporter films, which he had always admired for its efficiency.
Both Jason Todd and Peter Parker used the vehicle, and given the nature of both of their lives, he had decided it was better to be prepared for most contingencies rather than all of them.
He had started to notice the resemblance to Marc Spector's situation and found it mildly amusing: Spider-Man as Moon Knight, Peter Parker as Steven Grant and Mr. Knight, Jason Todd as Marc Spector, Red Hood as Jake Lockley. Strange, but coherent in its own way. The question of who Khonshu would be in this scenario was one he chose not to pursue.
He would add more features to the car later.
Eventually he wanted it to function like Kevin Levin's vehicle.
The car was for Red Hood's operations.
Spider-Man would use something different when transport was necessary.
He had absolutely no intention of carrying captured criminals while swinging.
The image of Spider-Man swinging across Manhattan with a webbed-up Doctor Octopus or a Green Goblin dangling from his arm was one he found both undignified and professionally unacceptable.
Progress with the girls had also been consistently positive.
With May, it only takes a little push and he will have her on his lap.
With Missy, the kisses have intensified, allowing him to touch her body.
They only did this when some classrooms were empty.
Mary and Gwen hardly hide their jealousy anymore.
They've also been coming around in provocative clothes and rubbing up against him, which Missy didn't like, and she started coming around too.
This started to brighten his days, because he was able to see those spectacular thighs and ass-ets.
Although she doesn't have much of a chest, she has a rear end worthy of admiration.
More than once she allowed him a view of those black "panties" she wore under her skirt, and when I say "panties" in quotes because they looked more like dental floss than panties.
It was an image worthy of self-motivation, but it was a shame because, with his super stamina, it would take him hours if it weren't for a strong stimulus.
He was currently leaving school at speed because he had unfinished work at Baxter and something he wanted to show Missy.
Today was the last day he would be taking the subway. He boarded and, since he had not said goodbye to Missy the way he usually did, he sent her a message.
Peter: Hey Beautiful, I apologize for not saying goodbye, I was in a bit of a hurry to get to Baxter.
Missy: You don't have to apologize, Peter. We can't always say goodbye like that.
Peter: You're right, I also want to ask you something.
Missy: What's wrong?
Peter: Are you free tonight?
Missy: Yes, why?
Peter: Perfect, wear something casual, nothing extravagant. Go to my house and wait for me there, I'll pick you up. May shouldn't be there because she'll probably be late. You can play with Cesar, he's been sad lately because nobody visits him.
Missy: You know you treat that chimpanzee like your own son?
Peter: Cesar will always be my greatest pride, and if I treat him like my son, it's because I want to and he deserves it. Once I'm done at Baxter, I'll come pick you up. I have something amazing to show you.
Missy: Understood, I'll wait for you.
He got off at his stop and started walking toward Baxter. He was thinking through what he wanted to build and what needed improving, running through a list of better equipment for police, for doctors, for bomb disposal teams....
BOOM.