I know nothing about how New York works or how the cities are layered. So, I apologize in advance if I get some details wrong. If someone would like to explain to me how the train system works in Queens that would be lovely. I live in Austin, we just got a train to take up to and from campus…but I bet it's nothing like the subway up north.

"Alright guys, there is a new student going to join the decathlon. Tomorrow is her first day of school and she was the star pupil of her old school." Mr. Harrington said with his hands behind his back. "I got her a spot on our team by begging the principal to forgo the multiple tests that it takes to get into the team."

"She's that good, coach?" Manuel leaned forward raising one eyebrow.

"Oh, she's better than good. We're definitely going to state this year."

"What's her name?" Michelle asked.

Mr. Harrington smiled, "Esmerelda Barron." He looked at them waiting for a response. "Guys, Barron. Do you not recognize the name?"

Peter raised his arm up half way, "isn't Barron the name of the piano player?" Peter had remembered his band director gushing on about how he had gotten ten tickets and that he'd be taking some students with him to the performance.

"Yes! This will bring such good publicity to the school, and, hopefully," Mr. Harrington hopped as he paced, "bring a large donation to our organization. So, I want you all to be welcoming and show her around the school. And for the love of all things," he put his hands on the table and leaned over the students, "don't let her near the music hall. I beat Torres by seconds to talk to the principal about Sofia."

After the decathlon meeting, Ned and Peter walked out of the school. "Oh, I found her, I found her!" Ned handed the phone over to Peter. He starred down at the picture, a woman's smiling face starred back at him, she wore a black dress standing next to a younger version of the woman.

"She's pretty," Peter commented, handing back the phone. He didn't pay much attention to the picture, he had his eyes on Liz, no one else mattered.

"I know," Ned groaned, "just what we need; another beautiful girl to reject us."

Peter smiled and stopped, holding his hand out for Ned to do their hand shake, "well, see you tomorrow."

"See ya."

Peter ran into a back alley and changed into his spider-man suit. He webbed his backpack up to the side of a building and swung off to the roof of a warehouse. Sitting crisscross, Peter looked around, his eyes focusing on strange movement.

"What the hell?" Peter heard near the south side of the city. He swung closer to the sound and saw two guys walking slowly toward a young girl.

"Alright, damsel in distress," Peter pepped himself up.

"Back off, losers, I just wanted a sandwich," the girl uncrosses her arms. The men chuckled, Peter took a breath and prepared to save the day.

The girl took one step forward and kicked her leg in the crotch of one man and pulled the collar down on the second. She pulled her knee up to meet the second man's nose, Peter heard the crack. Both men fell down as the girl started running.

Peter landed on the floor by the two men and webbed their hands and feet to the ground, they didn't even notice him. "Don't…attack women," Peter scolded half-heartedly as he watched the girl run away. He swung after her, flipping in the air and landing in front of her. "It's okay, you're safe."

The girl jumped back, a small yelp coming from her lips. She fell backwards, hitting her head. "Jesus Christ," she breathed out. "Uh…hi?"

"Hi," Peter waved. He tilted his head to the side and noticed how beautiful she was. Her hair was orange, like the sunset. The freckles were highlighted by the rose color covering her checks. "Those guys won't be following you, you're safe."

"Who…are you?"

He held back the urge to say his real name, "Spider-Man, here to save the day."

The girl smiled, "spider…man? Well, Spider-Man, thank you for...making sure I was okay." The girl tried to get up and Peter rushed to help her. She grabbed his bicep and Peter felt his stomach drop.

"What…uh, what's your name?" Peter asked not-so-smoothly.

"Emmy," she stood and gripped his bicep harder, swaying a bit. She put her other hand to her head. Peter put his free hand on her back, pushing her toward him.

"That's a cool name," he was so glad she couldn't see that he was starring hard core at her.

"Well, it's not spider-man, but…" Peter laughed and didn't want to let go. "I…may have a concussion."

"I can drop you off where ever you need to go," Peter offered. "Anywhere you want," he added.

Emmy laughed, "Austin, Texas would be nice."

"Well, it might take a while, but I'm up for the challenge," Peter answered seriously.

"No, it's fine. Uh, just take me to the nearest hotel."

Peter frowned under his mask, "you don't live here?"

"Officially, yes. But I…you don't want to hear this, you're probably busy."

"No, no, I am extremely not busy," Peter said noticing that he was still pushing her toward him. "Here, I know a place you can stay for the night, if you want."

Emmy smiled, "thank you, that'd be great."

Peter pulled her closer, "hold on tight, Emmy. And don't let go." Emmy wrapped her arms around his neck. He shot out his webs and swung them back to near his apartment complex. He dropped down a few blocks away, "the apartment complex over there always has a room open."

"Thank you, Spider-Man," Emmy smiled as she loosened her arms around his neck.

"You're welcome," Peter swung away, out of sight. He crept back to see if she would actually go in. As he watched her cross the street, he noticed another woman grab the door handle at the same time as her. "May," Peter gasped. He swung around to the back of the building and up the fire escape. He ripped off his uniform and slipped on sweats and a tank top. He barely slowed down his breathing when he heard the loud unlocking of the front door.

"May," Peter said cheerfully as he grabbed the milk carton out of the fridge, "you're home early."

"I sent you a text, Johnson didn't need me so I picked up some Chinese on the way home."

"Cool, cool," Peter took a breath and grabbed a cup from the cupboard.

"I ran into the nicest girl in the lobby, she was looking for a room for the night," Peter kept his back turned to her trying to keep his movement slow and steady.

"Mhmm."

"I reminded the desk clerk that Mrs. Klemer was in Jersey seeing her grandson and wouldn't be home for another week. So," Peter knew where this was going, and he didn't like it, "we've got a new neighbor for a few days."

"Cool," Peter's hand shook as he sloppily poured milk into the glass.

"Peter, she's really cute. About your age, and she's coming over for dinner."

"What?"