Peter WHY...

The safe door swung open with a heavy creak, revealing a sight that nearly made Peter Parker forget to breathe. Inside, stacks of cash were piled like bricks, their colors a sharp contrast to the grimy interior of the safe. Alongside them lay an assortment of weapons—pistols, rifles, and boxes of ammunition. 

Holy... Peter thought, his eyes wide behind the mask. I've never seen this much cash, even in my wildest dreams. It's like something out of a mob movie. 

He grabbed handfuls of cash, stuffing it into a bag he'd found lying around, his mind racing with the possibilities. Two hundred grand? he estimated, his heart pounding. 

Enough to set me up for a while, maybe even for college. He took a few of the guns, not because he needed them but because they were part of the haul. 

Better to take the ammo too. Never know when I might need to deal with more of these guys. He loaded the cash, guns, and ammo into the gang's black SUV parked near the back exit, the vehicle's windows tinted for discretion.

His eyes then fell on the cans of petrol they used for the generator. An idea sparked, a plan forming in his mind. If I'm going to do this, might as well leave no trace. He poured one can into the SUV for his escape and used the other to drench the unconscious gang members and the remaining weapons. 

Let's see how they like waking up to a hot mess, he thought, a dark humor coloring his thoughts.

With everything set, Peter climbed into the driver's seat, the engine roaring to life under his touch. He drove out of the compound, the night air cool against his skin. Once a safe distance away, he tossed a lit match back towards the warehouse, watching as flames began to lick the walls. 

Burn, baby, burn, he mused, satisfaction mingling with the adrenaline. Problem solved, evidence destroyed. 

He drove towards a dense forest area he knew well, his mind now on the next step. Can't keep this stuff at home, he thought. Need a place where no one would think to look. 

Reaching the abandoned factory he'd used before for testing his powers, he parked the SUV discreetly and began transferring the cash and weapons to the rooftop, a secluded spot he'd cleared for storage. This is my new treasure trove, he thought, securing everything away from prying eyes. But I'll need a better hideout. Somewhere only I know.

With the loot safely stored, Peter returned to the SUV, driving it back into the city. He found a dark, secluded alleyway, perfect for his final act. He emptied the last can of petrol inside the car, soaking the seats and dashboard. 

Goodbye, evidence, he thought, lighting another match and throwing it inside. The fire caught quickly, flames dancing in the night. He watched for a moment, ensuring the fire would do its job, then melted into the shadows, leaving the scene behind.

As he swung through the city, heading back towards Queens, his thoughts turned to the future. 

I need a real hideout, he decided. Somewhere I can work, store gear, and maybe even live if it comes to that. This Spider-Man gig isn't just about swinging and punching anymore. It's a business. He considered various locations—old subway tunnels, abandoned buildings, even the rooftops of skyscrapers. Got to be smart about this. Secure, hidden, and accessible only to me.

The city lights blurred past, a reminder of the dual life he led. Peter felt a mix of exhilaration and caution. He'd just pulled off what many would consider a heist, not just a hero's act. 

I'm playing with fire, literally and figuratively, he acknowledged, his heart still racing from the night's events. But if I'm going to keep this up, I need to be untouchable. Time to think like a villain to stay one step ahead as a hero.

The night was his cloak, his anonymity his shield. As he approached home, Peter knew that the game had changed. He was no longer just Peter Parker or Spider-Man; he was becoming something more—a vigilante with a plan, a hero with secrets, and now, a man with resources. 

A hideout, he repeated to himself. That's my next project. But for now, let's see if I can get some sleep. 

He landed softly on his rooftop, the night's escapades a secret between him and the silent city. Tomorrow was another day, but tonight, Peter had crossed a line into a new chapter of his life.