Road to Spider-man (The Road Continues)

(A Very Spidey Christmas arc) Part 2

Special Agent Cleary: "Sounds like someone who's been through the system before"

May: "Yeah, I've been arrested at a couple of protests, I'm a real career criminal.="

Special Agent Cleary: "You should lawyer up. Child endangerment's a nasty rap"

May: "Excuse me?"

Special Agent Cleary: "You adopted the boy, and as his mother, you not only allowed him to endanger himself, but you ENCOURAGED it. Who DOES that?"

A knock was then heard on the door to the interrogation room

Special Agent Cleary walked into the room in a lightly sour mood. A room where  Peter could be seen sitting in the chair, nervous, as another officer stood inside the room, watching over him.

Special Agent Cleary: "So sorry to keep you waiting"

He then looks to the other cop.

Special Agent Cleary: "Can we get Peter a snack, please? He's been waiting"

The officer then leaves, leaving Peter alone with his new interrogator.

Special Agent Cleary: "Dude, I'm so sorry about that"

Peter: *uneasy* "I'm not supposed to say anything to you"

Cleary then leans against a nearby wall.

Special Agent Cleary:  "No, Peter. Not even a thing. I just have one question...When MJ told you that Y/n was Spider-Man-"

Peter: "Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Special Agent Cleary: "What's up?"

Peter: "No offense to MJ, but I knew WAY before she did. I was Spider-Man's 'Guy In The Chair'"

Special Agent Cleary: *smirks* "Oh, I know about those. I mean, half the guys have Guys in the Chair"

Peter: "Exactly! You wouldn't know... I literally helped him travel across dimensions"

Special Agent Cleary: *intrigued* "I didn't know that"

Peter: "Yeah. And, there's this one time when-"

???: "Mr. Parker, stop talking"

A man with a walking stick barges into the room, wearing a business suit and red sunglasses as he slams his briefcase onto the table.

???: "You don't need to answer that"

Cleary looks back from the cell containing Gwen and the others, only to be met with a blonde woman in a business suit.

After the knock had occurred, the door swung open, allowing a man with short, midfade hair to step into the room. 

Special Agent Cleary: "And just who do you think you are?"

Blonde woman: "My name is Karen Page"

Short haired man: "My name is Foggy Nelson"

Blind man: "My name is Matthew Murdock"

Karen/Foggy/Matt: "And that my good sir, is my CLIENT"

In frustration, Cleary slams his fists onto the table as he lets out an exasperated sigh.

Y/n: "Looks like whatever plan you've come up with didn't work"

With a scowl, Cleary whips his glare toward Y/n whose calm and smug demeanor never left his expression.

Special Agent Cleary: "No...but as long as we have you in our custody, we will get to the bottom of what we are after"

A bang against the glass cuts Cleary off.