This was inspired by Finding Foundations: Family a bit, so some credit for a bit of the story line goes to CaseClosed621. I tweaked it a bit... ok a lot. Here is some back ground info;

Peter has a younger sister named Elli, who has grown up with him for as long as he can remember. Now that he is 17, she is 14, and is the only other person other than himself that knows he is Spider-Man. He knows her secrets too. Elizabeth helped get him into the Oscorp building, and accompanied him via air vents. She too was bitten by a spider but in the very room. Elizabeth possessed similar powers to Peter for a while, and she discovered them not long after Peter became Spider-Man. He has been training her as his side kick, under the name of Spider-Woman. Connors has escaped from his prison and is relentlessly chasing them, and has already killed any relatives they could have possibly lived in safety with. Now they are scraping up a life on the streets, trying to survive and not get caught by the Lizard, as well as the public eye.

I clambered down from our dockside shelter. Yeah, I climbed down. Me and Peter live on a roof. Not like a pent house, but a full on, rusted, warehouse roof. Yeah, not the shabbiest place to live, but it does the job. And there is a wonderful view of the harbor, even if the wind coming of the ocean makes us cold sometimes. But it's pretty well hidden, with all the boards and scraps and plants covering it. We even have a sleeping bag. By the way, I'm Elli. Er... Spider-Man's amazing side kick. And STILL training. I know, boring right? Alright, enough introductions.

I sat patiently on the lower roof, swinging my legs over the edge. I was bored, because Pete wasn't taking me on this mission, and he knew I had really wanted to go. And he was sick. And I was very pissed he want heroing while he was sick, without me. I could hear the sirens from a mile away, and all that did was make me want to go more. But he kept telling me not to, because he was Spider-Man. After what seemed like forever, I finally spotted him swinging back towards base. A smile grew on my face. It disappeared when he collapsed on the roof, breathing heavily.

"Pete!" I screeched, racing over to the spat where he collapsed.

"Hey E." He stuttered, trying to lighten the mood.

I ignored it." I told you not to go fight crime while you where SICK!" I scolded.

He tried to make an excuse, but he was terrible at it.

"I'm going to get medicine." I said, walking away before he could object.

I stumbled down the stair case quickly, double checking to make sure I still had the money in my pocket. I turned left at the first stop light, making a beeline for the pharmacy before it closed. I managed to get there just before it closed to get the medicine. I sighed in relief when I left, the bag dangling loosely from my hand as I rushed back, hardly even stopping for the cars. I finally arrived back at our roof, but Peter wasn't there.

"Peter!" I shouted, fear rising in my voice. "Peter! Where are you?"

A muffled cry answered my shouts.

"Peter!" I screamed, running towards the sound.

I found him being thugged in an alley (thankfully in his normal clothes), too weak to fight back.

"Peter!"

The two men turned towards me, and it was almost obvious they where working for Connors. Scales raced along their necks and hands, and they each carried syringes. I had no clue what was in them, but I wasn't willing to find out.

"Get away from him!" I shouted, trying to stand my ground.

"Run E." Peter croaked, sickness clearly not allowing him to help.

"Come here little spider..." One of the men chided.

"What's going on here?"

I turned around in shock to find a man and woman, standing behind me.

"GO! NOW!" Peter shouted at me, and I ran. I ran for my life.

Natasha and Clint had finished eating dinner at the edge of town, at one of the sea food diners. They were having a great date night, and decided to end it with a stroll by the harbor.

"It sure is a nice night." Clint said, looking at Natasha, who was gazing over the star lit water.

"You're right." Natasha answered, pressing a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks for taking me out."

Clint smiled, taking his hand in hers. He jumped when he saw a girl running in front of them, a bag from the nearby pharmacy banging at her legs. Natasha and Clint watched her with interest. She dashed into the shadows, her line barely visible. Clint glanced at Natasha when the girl started to carefully climb the bare wall, like they had seen Spider-Man do before.

She disappeared through a hole in the roof, leaving no traces behind. Clint jumped when he heard a voice yelling.

"Peter! Peter! Where are you?"

Fear and worry where easily heard echoing through the young voice. Natasha turned to Clint when she heard the cry in response.

"Date night is over." She said, quickly drawing the gun she had in her back pocket.

Clint nodded as the girl jumped from the roof, not trying to conceal her strange powers. Clint drew his collapsible bow out of the pack on his back. The two assassins tailed the girl, who expertly ran through the maze of alleys and streets. Finally the girl stopped outside a narrow alley.

"Peter!" She cried.

The two men turned towards her, the boy; apparently Peter, told her to go. He was obviously very sick, explaining the pharmacy bag a the girl's side.

"Come here little spider..." One of the men beckoned.

Then Clint decided it was enough. "What's going on here?" Clint asked forcefully, aiming his bow at the man closest to the boy named Peter.

"GO! NOW!" He yelled at the girl, who took of, stopping once to look back in regret.

"Leave this to us Legolas." One of the men snarled, lowering a syringe to Peter.

"Only Tony calls me Legolas." Clint growled back, answering him with an arrow in his throat.

The other man started to run, but Clint shot him three times before he collapsed. He turned to Peter, who had been trying to stand.

"You need help." Clint said, offering his hand.

"No I don't." He answered, struggling to his feet.

Clint sighed. "Yes you do. Your sick."

"Leave me alone."

Clint sighed again, turning and pressing on the ear comn.

"We got something Tony."

"Oh there you are! I thought you were screwing around with Natasha!..."

"Put a lid on it Stark."

"Fine Robin Hood, what is it."

"Spider-Man I think... or a Spider-Girl and an orphan. One of them is sick. Very sick."

"How do you know it's Spider-Man?"

"One of the kids climbed a wall onto a roof with nothing but their hands."

"Oh."

"Yeah, we're bringing them to the tower."

Clint turned to the kid, who's eyes where wide with panic. Clint could tell he was dizzy and was on the verge of throwing up.

"Hold tight kid." Clint said, picking him up.

Natasha followed the girl to the warehouse. It took her a while to figure out how to get up there, but when she did she found the kid crying the lower roof.

"Hello?" Natasha called.

The girl looked up adruptedly, and took of towards the rafters. Natasha sighed, quickly scaling down. The girl had wedged herself in a small space between two rafters near the ceiling, but still close enough to the roof to get off.

"I won't hurt you..." Natasha said, trying to get her to come closer.

"How can I believe you." The girl answered, but it was more of a statement than a question.

"I don't want to hurt you. I want you to be safe. I want to help you." Natasha said again.

"Your just going to take me and do tests on me aren't you?"

Natasha looked at her confused.

"I wouldn't do that. I was taken away when I was little to a place called the Red Room. They made me do things I didn't want. I know how it feels." She said, closing her eyes to try and banish her memories.

"You promise?"

Natasha looked up, surprised. The girl was right in front of her now.

"Promise on my life."

"On your life?" She pondered. "That's a hard promise to break."

Natasha studied the girl, who couldn't have been any older than 14. Her hair was long and matted done up in a messy braid. She wore black winter boots, jeans, and a large baggy T-shirt, the print too faded to read. Around her waist a red sweat shirt was tied.

"It will. That's why I promised." Natasha answered, already dreading when she couldn't keep it.

"Where is Peter?" The girl asked suddenly, her voice again brimming with fear and worry.

"My friend has him. He's going to make him better. We can take you to him."

"The man with the arrows?" The girl asked, still untrusting.

"That's Clint. We made sure he was safe before coming after you. I would trust Clint with my life."

"Ok. Take me then."

They got of the roof, the girl quickly scaling down with her bare hands.

"What's your name?" Natasha asked once they had got down and where walking to the car.

"Elli. Pete calls me E. I guess if I had any friends they would call me that too."

"Alright then E." Natasha said, earning a glance of thanks from Elli. "Let's get you home."