Yo everyone, this is baby-kitsune9 here-

So my love of a specific marvel universe and it's hero's has finally spawned an Ultimate Spider-Man based fic with our very special favorite web slinger.

However it isn't really a story that is meant to revolve around him but rather a little bit about his relationship with the person (little bit of a story spoiler here) who gave him some of her powers due to the potential the OC saw that he had as a hero.

Not only that but in the story, the girl also trained him for a while. Then during the alien siege on NY, was gravely injured but after so long is more than half way healed when Spidey decides to send her on a little vacation in the mountains.

And since there aren't many that he would trust with someone so important to him- he has brought in the Inhumans.

More specifically- King Black Bolt since this will be a Black Bolt/OC fic.

So, here's hoping that the fic rocks as much on site as it does in my mind. Please- review but do so constructively. I do not allow flames, haters, or asses.

Enjoy.

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Eerie neon blue eyes stared down at the transmitter in his large hand as he ran his fingertips along the device thoughtfully for a moment before pressing the 'play' button and then sat back as an image of someone in a red and navy blue webbed suit appeared.

"Um...hi there- Hold on, is this thing really on?" The image of one of the few human's he and the rest of the royal family of Attilan, the young man known only to them as Spider-Man asked someone off to his left without turning his head.

Instead the teen was just sitting there where he had appeared in a nice comfy chair, at the beginning of his message- in painfully, awkward silence as the person he had asked his question to responded from somewhere off screen.

The only indication that Spider-man gave that he had heard was a brief change in his voice before he cleared his throat and looked back at what Black Bolt could only assume was the recording device before him and slowly began speaking again.

"I-It is?! Really? Uh...c-could I start my message over again?" The red clad youth asked as he pointed to the recorder when a hand came out of nowhere and smacked his sharply causing him to yelp and rub his hand and he cast a quick glare in the direction of the person who had smacked his hand.

"Ouch! Fine, I'll get on with it. But no secret Santa for you this year! This year your getting coal!" Spider-man growled out as he shook a fist at someone before resuming what Black Bolt could only hope would either be a nice message from his friend, checking in as he so often did when he had nothing else to do, or even better- a possible comedy routine.

God knew that the king needed a good laugh or two after the month he'd been having.

However his hopes were dashed once his young human friend managed to finally settle himself down in his seat again and suddenly got serious.

"I'm sorry if my message is keeping you from something important- or possibly disturbing your peace," Black Bolt tipped his head slightly to the side in a curious gesture. A small frown marring his handsome face as he regarded the image of his friend.

He would never understand why Spider-man always apologized for keeping in touch as much as he did. Why if anything Black Bolt tended to drop everything he was working on just to listen to his young friend's messages whenever he got them.

The reason behind his actions was because it reminded him much of passing notes back and forth during school with a close and dear friend. One's favorite conspirator. Yes, that was what Spider-man was to him. Not just a close and dear friend, but a fellow conspirator for mischief.

But that was neither here nor there since he was able to detect slight alterations to the young man's voice that belied his somewhat calm façade as he took a moment to continue speaking. "I would have contacted you sooner, but I needed to plan ahead just in case... Last month New York almost fell to alien invaders. We won the fight thanks to the Avenger's, but a close friend of mine was badly injured trying to save some people and for a while there- no one was sure if she was going to make it."

Black Bolt looked upon the image with sad eyes.

No one understood the pain of losing someone better than he. He had lost much just this year alone. His brother, several of his cousins, even five of his friends had fallen during a siege upon his kingdom. "But she did," His friend went on to say after taking a shuddering breath. "She did and she's okay for now... and that's part of the reason I felt I should send this message. I have a favor to ask... And it's kind of a big one so I would understand if you didn't want to do it, but there are so very few people I would trust with this. I-I just don't know what else to do."

Black Bolt leaned forward a little bit on his throne and listened intently as his young friend told him things that he doubted anyone else among Spider-man's friends back in New York, knew. He felt somewhat flattered at being so very trusted by his young friend.

Trusted enough to be told of Spider-man's origins and the part the person he had been speaking of before played in them.

Who knew that a female would have passed on some of her power to the boy and then trained him in how to use them- all due to the potential she had seen upon meeting him.

Destiny was funny in that regard he guessed.

Gods knew that he certainly wouldn't have pegged a mere female as someone willing to part with such strength as he'd already seen in the young man time and again. Especially since a majority of the females that he dealt with only wanted to gain his favor.

They were cold and calculating and good for little more than to sate his biological urges on before he sent them on their way. Hopefully never to see them again.

And spider-man had been right about his favor, it was a big one. One that under normal circumstances would make the king cut ties and hide himself and his people away in an even more brilliantly made hidey-hole. However after all the times Spider-man had helped him and his family and his people, it felt wrong to simply turn his back on the lad.

Especially now that he understood the nature of his favor.

He would have to send Lockjaw to the lad's location shortly with his reply if Spider-man's plans were to fall neatly into place. And of course this would give him time to prepare for his guest.