After Reshef depowered the mutants that day was called "M-Day". Only a handul of us remained. Emma estimated somewhere between 300 and 700. Miu was one of them. Stark Industries signed a contract to build new human operated Sentinels that would stand guard at the X-Mansion where most of the remaining mutants were going to live. The government was starting to keep better tabs on us now that our numbers were thinner. "For your own protection", or at least that's what they said. Honestly I didn't really buy any of it. If anything it made me want to move out of the mansion, but I didn't have anywhere to go so I stayed. I felt like I was checking in and out of a hotel or something every time I left the mansion. It wasn't home for me anymore. The only thing I was actually okay with was the fact that I got to change rooms so I was roommates with Wolverine now.

"How many mutants are left?" Miu asked me as we walked through Central Park two weeks later.

"Only a few hundred. Reshef did a real number. He depowered so many of us at once..." I looked down.

"It's not your fault Jason," Miu told me. We stopped walking, she faced me and made me look in her eyes. "You had no way of knowing that he would use your DNA to do it and even if you did he would have found another mutant. It could have happened to anymore, even me. Don't beat yourself up about this."

"I'll try not to," I smiled at Miu. "I'm just worried about ending up as an extinct species or something."

"You're paranoid. This is probably the worst of it,"Miu assured me.

Maybe she was right. Even if some nuts went after the remaining mutants we could still fight back. I needed to relax and stop worry about possibilities and focus on reality. "You are so hot when you're right," I smiled at Miu and wrapped my arms around her waist.

"So I'm hot all the time?" Miu wrapped hers around my neck.

"No. You're beautiful all the time. You're hot I'd say about... 85 percent of the time," I joked.

"Only 85?" Miu tossed her hair back at smiled at me before hugging me and whispering, "You're pretty hot yourself when you're in that tight Scarlet Spider costume."

I kissed Miu, "So... what do you wanna do now?"

"Umm... idunno. You wanna see a movie?" Miu asked as we started walking out of the park.

"Yeah, I guess. Unless you wanna...you know, pick up where we left off two weeks ago," I suggested. Miu and I haven't talked about it at all. We kind of just left it floating around.

"I love the idea... but my parents are home now, and it'd probably be a bad idea if we did," Miu explained.

"Okay, movie then," I said with what must have been a slightly disapointed tone though I didn't realize it.

"Jason," Miu said firmly.

"What?" I asked.

"My boobs aren't going anywhere, trust me. It can wait until tommorrow, or maybe longer," Miu said flirtaciously. "Unless your body's got other plans."

"Nope, no other plans. A movie with you's perfect. Anything with you makes me happy," I wrapped my arm around Miu's shoulder. "So... Star Trek?"

"Sure."

After the movie I walked Miu back home. "I didn't think I was going to like it that much," Miu admitted to me.

"Oh, I went through a Star Trek phase when I was in like... 4th grade and figured I'd probably like it. That guy who played Spock was pretty good," I replied.

"Ahh, never thought of you as a Star Trek dork," Miu giggled.

"I resent that," I chuckled. "So tommorrow... I'll see you when I'm done with work?"

"Yep. What time's that?" Miu asked.

"6," I replied.

"Then I'll be at the gym until then," Miu told me.

"What do you need to go to the gym for? You already look amazing," I pointed out.

Miu blushed, "Yeah... but I need to get in shape for soccer soon and unlike some people I can't just go jumping off rooftops and fighting bad guys to do it."

"Speaking of which, I have to do that once I drop you off."

"Be careful," she instructed me as we walked up the steps to her door.

"Anything you say," I kissed her softly on the lips.

"Call me tonight," Miu said softly staring into my eyes. Finally she broke the stare and went inside. "Bye."

"See ya," I smiled at her as she closed the door.

Soon I found myself in costume and swinging through the city. Hopefully I wasn't going to bump into a supervillain tonight. My head wasn't really into it tonight. I was thinking about Miu. I knew I shouldn't have while I was on patrol but for some reason I couldn't help it tonight. Plus it was quiet. Again. It's always quiet before something happens. Something involving a supervillain that is. Or at least the ones the Young Avengers and I fight. Some of those guys were so low on the D-List that no one had the slightest idea who they were. Maybe that's an exaggeration, Hawkeye's the one who said it. If you asked me we're fighting C-Listers and an occasional low B-Lister.

Finally my spider-sense went off and I had something to do. I saw a man getting car jacked at gun point. I dropped to the street and punched him in the face. "That black ski mask you're wearing isn't really working out for you. Plus it's a little hot to be wearing those now. I hear orange's really in this season where you're going though. At least that's what my girlfriend's Cosmo says," I joked as the criminal attempted to find his gun on the ground. He did. I kicked him in the wrist, disarming him, before he had a chance to get up.

"I'm not going back to jail webhead!" the man yelled at me.

"Would you prefer the term 'correctional facility'?" I asked.

"ARGG!!!" he pulled a knife on me and went to stab me in one swift motion.

"Crap!" I thought as I tried avoiding the attack. I wasn't able to avoid it completely. I managed to not get stabbed directly in the chest but he sliced me in the side of my arm a bit. A jolt of pain hit me instantly. I ignored it long enough to punch the guy hard in the stomach and pull the knife from his hand. I then webbed him up and hung him from a nearby streetlight before swinging off. I didn't go far though, I wanted to check out the cut I'd gotten. It wasn't too bad. I was only worried about dripping blood all over the city. Then I noticed something, maybe my eyes were playing a trick on me but the cut looked to be getting slightly smaller. Slightly. Reshef did say something about me having some sort of healing ability now. Guess this is it. I stood there for a bit over a minute watching the cut heal completely.

I started swinging again hoping to avoid a more serious injury this time. I heard an alarm and saw that a liquor store was being robbed. I swung in, "Excuse me but I'm gonna have to see some I.D. young-" I stopped when I saw the perpetrator of the crime. He was wearing a helmet that looked like a bucket and had an obnoxiously bright red cape and yellow costume. He looked ridiculous. "Is that a bucket on your head?" I fought back a laugh.

"It's a helmet!" the criminal scremed with fury.

"Right... so Buckethead, do you have some sort of superpower? Like..." I was out of ideas. His helmet was really distracting.

"Like the ability to take a punk kid like you," he charged at me. I sidestepped him.

"Hold on. Don't let me beat you yet, there's definately a McLovin joke in here somewhere. Just let me get that in first," I mocked Buckethead.

"Kid, do yourself a favor and shut up," Buckethead demanded. He picked up a mop from against the floor.

"Gonna clean the floor?" I joked. I honestly couldn't take him seriously at all. Granted I was mentally prepared for this guy to blast me with a superpower of some sort any second now.

He didn't answer me, he just charged me attempting to swing the mop at me. I ducked out of the way but he followed up with another swing. He actually knew what he was doing with the thing. Too bad he didn't seem to have any real superpowers. I spotted an opening while dodging his swings and took, uppercutting him in the jaw. He went flying halfway across the room before crashing onto the floor getting knocked out in the process. Guess his helmet wasn't very protective. "So did Buckethead steal anything from you guys?" I asked the cashier.

He shook his head.

"Okay, I'll take him and leave him somewhere nice for the police,"I told the cashier before picking up the knocked out criminal and walking outside where I saw a police car driving by. I signaled them over and gave them the knocked out "villain".

*3:30am...* "He wore a bucket on his head?" Miu asked laughing.

"Yep," I yawned. Miu and I had been talking for the past two hours.

"You sound tired," she tried to fight a yawn of her own.

"It's been a long day," I replied. "Plus it's 3:30 in the morning."

"Yeah..." Miu replied softly. She was definately falling asleep.

"I think it's time for the both of us to go to bed," I suggested.

"Good idea..." Miu said, her voice starting to trail off. "I miss you."

"I miss you too," I told her. "Night."

"Night."

The next day work was extraordinarily boring. No one came in all day. I spent most of my time reading comics from the shelves just to keep busy. The superheroes were pretty corny, they're probably inspiring my lame lines lately.
As I was punching out at the end of my shift the door opened. Miu walked in. "Hey," she smiled at me. "Your shift over yet?"

"As of right now," I told her. "Perfect timing."

"Yeah, I stayed at the gym a little longer than I planned to and figured since it was on the way home I'd just meet you here," Miu told me.

"That explains the smell, I thought it was some really bad perfume or something," I teased Miu.

"Hey!" she slapped my arm.

I kissed her forehead, "You're still beautiful though."

When we got in her house it was quiet. No one home. "I'm gonna take a shower," Miu told me. "Sit tight down here."

"If you say so," I replied. I sat down on her coach and started flipping through channels on her tv. Old sitcoms. Boring movies. Cartoons. Nothing interesting. Then I got to the news. I saw the remains of a school that was blown up. Apparently the New Warriors were fighting Nitro and he blew up the school nearby. I couldn't believe it. Since when was Nitro so powerful? And why did the New Warriors fight someone with powers like that if he was anywhere near a school. I couldn't comprehend it. The news reporter started talking about how Congress was pushing for a Superhuman Registration Act. I couldn't believe what was happening.

"Jaaaay-sooooon," Miu sung as she came down the stairs. I didn't notice. "Jason?" she saw the news and sat down next to me. "God... what happened?"

"The New Warriors were fighting Nitro, he blew up a school in Stamford. And now they're trying to pass a Superhero Registration Act," I explained.

Miu didn't reply.

"If they force superheroes to register, then what's gonna stop them from forcing mutants to register?" I asked. "We have secret identities for a reason. If everyone knows who we are, if our enemies know who we are... If someone hurt you..." I didn't want to think about any of this.

"Maybe it won't get passed," Miu said optimistclly.

"Doubt it. After all this, everything the Hulk's ever done, and the fact that Wolverine told me he once threatened to kill the president; there's no way they're going to stop it from passing."

"What if you don't register?"

"Try to arrest us I guess..." I looked at the floor.

The next week went by too fast. A bunch of the superheroes in the area met at the Baxter Building one day to discuss the Act. Most of them had helped with the clean up at Stamford, I wish I had. I was surprised to hear that there were those of us who supported the Act: Iron Man, Mr. Fantastic, and Yellowjacket to name a few. Cyclops said the X-Men shouldn't be forced to register because of this. They didn't choose to be mutants. Every superhero chose to be who they were. Hopefully that excuse could save us from a mutant registration act, for now at least. Captain America was completely against it. What could we do though? Cap knew. We could go underground, and fight crimes secretly then get out fast before the cops show up. It seemed like a good idea. The other Young Avengers agreed. That's what we would do. Leave home and find somewhere new to stay, then fight crime fast and get out.

*At the X-Mansion...* "You're leaving?" Emma asked.
"Sorta... I know Emma. I'm sorry but I'm not registering," I explained.
"The mutants aren't going to involve themselves in can stay," Emma tried to persuade me.
"But the Young Avengers are gonna get involved. Plus I'd owe it to my grandpa to do this, Captain America's going underground too. Something bad's gonna happen, and I'm not gonna sit by and let it happen. And you never know, they could easily go after mutants next. I'm not standing by and letting any of this happening without putting up some sort of fight," I told Emma before turning my back and leaving the mansion.

*Midnight* The Registration Act became a law. I was officially a criminal, officially wanted, and officially busted for breaking up a bank robbery with the Young Avengers. We had split up, I had no idea if any of them were caught yet. Just that I had a few helicopters chasing me across rooftops. They were shooting at me with rubber bullets but I dodged most of them with my spider-sense.
I was just hoping there was somewhere I could hide. There were no more rooftops for me to jump to so I simply jumped off the building and into the streets. Big mistake. They had people on the ground waiting for me. They circled me all pointing their guns at me, with the helicopter right above me. They placed some sort of weird cuffs on my hands that basicly zapped my powers while I wore them. They led me to an armored truck where they were placing the other Young Avengers.
I may not have been able to use my spider-sense but I had a weird feeling about two of the guys. They looked familiar. While we were being driven to wherever, I really had no idea where they would take us but, we'd have probrably ended up at the S.H.I.E.L.D. hellicarrier; Out of nowhere one of the guards who I thought looked familar knocked out the guard next to him and ripped Wiccan's mouth guard off.
"Wiccan, you need to use one of your teleportation spells. Now!" I immediately reconized the voice as Falcon.
"Uhh, right. Iwantobesomewhereelse... Iwanttobesomewhereelse... Iwanttobesomwhereelse... Iwanttobesomwhereelse... Iwanttobesomewhereelse..." Wiccan chanted right before we teleported. Meanwhile Falcon had thrown the other guard out of the truck.
"Where are we?" I asked as we stepped out of the truck.
"Your new home, welcome to the resistance," Captain America who had been driving while in disguise answered.
"Right. Resistance. Shoulda came here first," Speed muttered.
"So who's with us?" Hawkeye asked.
"You guys, Daredevil, Cage, Goliath, Hercules. Not too many people yet," Falcon answered.
"Well let's hope that changes soon," Cap said. "If too few of us register then they'll see none of the superheroes want their lives to become open books. They'll scrap it. We just need to wait it out and late it blow over."