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Chapter 1

Ah, pepperoni pizza. What would I do without you? I love it almost as much as my dad. Post 'trying to arrest me' dad, anyway. I love pepperoni pizza far more than trying-to-arrest-Spider-Woman dad.

Perched up on a rooftop in downtown Manhattan, with an open pizza box and phone by my side, observing the world below me, everything seemed oddly nice. No-one was screaming, didn't sound like anyone was getting robbed, no cars were crashing, so… weirdly okay. New York is just chilling at the moment.

Chewing my way through another slice of Toby's famous pepperoni, I scrolled through the news and saw another episode of 'Just the Facts' had been released. Can't wait to see what my best mate JJJ has blamed me for this week.

*RING*

That'll have to wait. Dad was calling me – on Gwen's phone. Not Spider-Woman's phone. Activate 'Gwen Mode'.

"Hey, Dad."

"Gwen. Hey. Listen, I need you to come home as soon as you can."

"Dad, I've got band practice in a few minutes."

Oh, crap. I've got band practice in a sec.

"Yeah, come home as soon as it's done."

"Why?"

"We've been robbed."

"I'm sorry, we've what?"

"Our house has been burgled."

Oh, no, no, no. I've got so much Spider-Woman crap hidden in my room. If they found it or uncovered it I am so screwed.

"That's not good." I said.

"Yeah. It's not. Cops are here, no rush, but I need you to create an itemised list of all the stuff you have missing."

"They robbed my stuff, too?"

"Yeah. Seem to have taken your PS4, laptop, all the valuable stuff."

"Is my drumkit okay?"

"Yeah. Too bulky. It's fine."

I rolled my head back and sighed. Phew.

"Okay, I'll be home in an hour."

"Great. See you then."

"See ya."

I hung up the phone and swallowed the last piece of my pizza. Dad didn't seem to have any undertones in his voice that he knew something he wasn't letting on, which probably means it was just a grab and go type of theft. Weren't looking for anything specific. Which also means that they weren't thorough about it, and probably means Dad won't find out that his former 'Public Enemy Number One' is his daughter.

I should get going.

I pulled my mask back down, brushed off my hands, and took off, throwing the box into a nearby trash can. Forty metres, frisbee throw – nothing but net. Textbook, Gwen, textbook.

A buzz in my mask and a notification appeared on my left eye screen. Dad's calling me again. Lost faith in the cops ability to solve crimes? Unlikely.

"Hello?"

"Spider-Woman, I might need your help."

"Uh-huh." I said. "What with?"

"My house has been robbed."

"Well I'm sorry to hear that." I said. "I'm not exactly rolling in dough at the moment, though."

"I don't want your money." He said.

"Then what do you want?" I asked.

"I'm worried this was a targeted attack. I'm the police commissioner, so it's not beyond reason that they're trying to blackmail me. They failed in getting any important documents or any real blackmail material."

"So what's your problem?" I asked, confused.

"Well, they failed in what could well have been there main goal, so I'm concerned they'll go after my daughter."

Woah. That got intense.

"Could you… I know this is a lot to ask… but, could you look out for her?"

I almost laughed out loud. Sure, I'll look out for myself.

"I'll do that." I said. "Where can I find her?"

"She said she has band practice in a couple of minutes. 27 Adams Street. That's where they practice."

"I'll head right over." I said. I was in fact going to do that.

"Thanks, Spider-Woman." He said. "Don't make it too obvious. She doesn't like it when I'm too 'overprotective'."

"I feel that. See ya."

I hung up the phone and swung the last few blocks, landing on the roof where I'd stashed one of several backpacks containing changes of clothes, a toothbrush, general hygiene stuff. I quickly changed, grabbed my drumsticks, and took the backpack with me. I walked into the stairwell and down to the second floor.

I checked the window in the door, made sure it was my band in there, and opened it.

"Hey guys. Sorry I'm late."

"That's alright." MJ said. "What kept you?"

"Our house has been robbed, apparently. I was talking with dad."

"Oh, no, I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Dad had it insured."

"Come on, let's get started." Betty said.

"Sure." I said, dropping my bag down by the drumkit and plopping myself down on the stool.

"Alright. Let's start with 'Adrian Adamms', okay?"

Murmurs of agreement echoed the idea, and Gwen started out with the beat.

'I know Adrian Adamms,
He wouldn't bother to hurt me,
Don't try to try and convince me,
You won't find much success there.'

That verse is a part of the newest Mary Janes single. It's only the second one I've helped write. It's pretty much garbage, yeah, but who knows? It could be really popular.

All the while we were practicing, I couldn't stop thinking about the robbery.

Why were we targeted? It could well be because Dad's the commissioner. It could also be because it's someone who's figure out my identity and wants to hurt me.

Never thought I'd say this, but I'd prefer Dad to be the target.

After practice ended, everyone said their goodbyes and we agreed on the same time tomorrow. I stayed behind for a moment and ducked into a bathroom, changing back into my costume. I've got a bit of detective work to do.

I checked my spider-phone for messages, and there was one from Miles. (Peni and I had figured out a way to make inter-dimensional messaging work, and also given Spider-Noir a phone because we wanted him to trip out even more than with the Rubik's Cube).

Gwanda: What's the point of attacking Rhino with electric webs? They don't have any effect.
Fat Peter: Peni, I think you should find some heavy objects that you can drop on him – it'll stun him.
Peni: That could work…
Fat Peter: Worked for me once.
*NEW* Spider-Kid: Hey guys, my house has just been robbed…

Uh, oh. That's not good.