Hi all. I'm sorry for the last story, but I wasn't happy with where it was going. I rushed it without proper planning, a mistake I'm not going to repeat this time. After a long break I have a clear vision and hopefully a much better story. I've matured since then and I believe my writing style has too. I'm very sorry to all who were hoping for a continuation of that story, but I'm sure you'll like this more than the old stories. I'm not really using any version of any character as a template, rather perhaps a conglomeration of different versions of each character for this fanfic, so I'm hoping no one is offended by any portrayal of characters. Thank you for taking the time to read this, just a short disclaimer before we begin. These characters are the property of marvel.

An ebony sheet had encompassed the sky, above him he could see the brilliance of the stars, and below him the lights of moving traffic. New York truly was a city that never slept. Sadly this also meant crime never slept either, meaning our hero barely had any respite. He sighed to himself as he swung from building to building, looking down at the cars which looked so small from so high up. He remembered how scared he was being this high when he first began his superhero gig about 6 years ago, now this was normal. He landed on a particularly tall building to scope his surroundings, and perhaps spot a criminal in the act. He had already stopped a few muggings and also apprehended a car jacker, but no matter how much crime he prevented, there was always some that slipped away. He seemed content that nothing was amiss in this particular area and was about to swing away before spotting something in the corner of his eye. He turned to get a full look at it, before readying himself to intercept...

She chuckled to herself as she ran across the rooftops, leaping from building to building with the grace of a gazelle. Across her left shoulder was a grey sack which she held onto tightly, she didn't really need money, her parents left her a fortune in their wills, but the thrill of stealing was too much for her to resist. Not only that, but the jewellery sure was beautiful, and she sure loved jewellery. She was too invested into her own thoughts to realise she was being followed, or to hear the faint "thwip" nearby.

He swung into her, kicking her with his two legs in front of him. She fell a far distance away from him, yet still on the same building, with the sack of jewellery now lying on the rooftop. He studied her meticulously with his eyes, black cat suit, platinum blonde flowing locks and a muscular outline visible in her skintight attire. The speed and agility she had on display as she ran intrigued him, just where did she come from?. She slowly began to sit up, facing him now with her lip curled in disgust. A little black mask around her furious emerald eyes, she had a fierce beauty about her. She began to crouch as if she was about to pounce, before unleashing her claws. Peter gulped. "Oh boy" he whispered, as she flung herself towards him, letting out a battle shriek, claws out with the intention to leave a mark. He rolled backwards before launching a kick towards her head, she blocked it with her right forearm, before launching a kick of her own, he ducked it before giving her a stiff uppercut. She fell backwards but landed on her feet. She seemed amused before asking " Do you treat all the ladies like this?", to which he retorted "Only the naughty ones!". He launched webs at her legs, pulling her down before jumping onto her holding her arms down to the roof. "It's over lady!" He claimed, before two knees brought to his back sent him flying. He tried getting up but she had pinned him down, holding both his wrists above his head with her right hand. "She's strong" he thought to himself. She let out a devilish smile, before bringing her right hand across his chest, ripping his iconic red and blue suit, and also leaving him with a little blood seeping out. He let out a scream before webbing her hair. "Eww you've got your goo in my hair" she squealed, as she attempted to get it out. His hands now free, he threw a punch at her face, knocking her back. He quickly jumped to his feet, and realised she had tried to flee with the bag, shooting a web at her back he pulled her in, before she launched a strike at his head which he ducked, before he punched her in the sternum. She groaned in pain, her eyes indicating her fury, he had ticked her off, and now he had to pay, in the most excruciating way possible.

" He may be stronger, but you're faster Felicia." She thought to herself, mustering every bit of fight she had left. She threw a combo of kicks and punches but he was dodging everything, almost as if he had some kind of spider sense. The blood from his chest wound was now starting to drip to the floor, the cut wasn't deep but she had hurt him, and that was good enough for her. He threw a sloppy right hand to her face and she ducked, before spearing him to the ground. He was obviously tired, Perhaps he had been up all night she thought, but it didn't matter. Now was her chance and she had to take it. As she sat on top of him she held both his arms down, before lifting herself and bring her left knee down to his tender parts 3 times. Each time her knee connected it hurt him more and more. Content he would no longer put up a fight she picked herself up and grabbed the bag. "See ya later spider" she said in a mocking tone, before running off into the night. He lay clutching his damaged areas, writhing in pain. He was embarrassed. How could this happen, and just who was this girl?

It was around 4am when he snuck back home through his window. He managed to stop the small amount of blood leaving his body. It wasn't much, but she had made him bleed, and that hurt his pride more than anything else. "Just who is this girl?" He whispered, careful not to wake his aunt May up. Peter had taken his fair share of beatings, but none were by a beautiful lady in a cat suit. She had caused him and his ego a lot of pain, not only did she beat him, she got away with the jewellery. Peter was incensed, he promised himself that he'd get catch her if he ever saw her again.

Felicia Hardy sat In her penthouse apartment with a glass of wine in her hand and a smile on her face. " the amazing Spider-Man" she mocked. Nothing about him was amazing, he left her disappointed. She had heard so much about this masked hero, yet he didn't meet her high expectations. She marvelled at one of the pearl necklaces she had just acquired, her eyes glistening with glee. A fine prize it was for an easy days work, yet she craved something more. Something to set her heart alight...

It was saturday, around 2pm as Peter finally woke up. The pain in his balls was gone, yet his pride still felt hurt. He couldn't stop thinking about that girl, that felon. The way she ran, the way she spoke, it all fascinated him. He slapped himself, how could he be thinking of a criminal in such a way. Aunt May would be at work right about now he thought to himself, as he walked to the bathroom to shower. Following his shower he made himself some scrambled eggs, before deciding to go for a walk. As he left the house a familiar yet alien voice called him. "Pete". He quickly turned to face the person who called him, and broke into smile. It was MJ.

They hadn't spoke in a while despite being neighbours. Pete's 2nd life caused him to lose most of his friends, he never had time for anyone. He couldn't even get a proper job, he was just a freelance at the bugle. The pay wasn't handsome but the job didn't interfere with his nighttime shenanigans. " Mary Jane, how have you been?" He asked. "I've been good Pete. What have you been up to these days, I hardly ever see you." She inquired. "I'm a photographer for the bugle, tryna get pics of that spider-guy is hard, I spend my days tryna find him. What are you up to now" he retorted. " I'm an actor Pete, a struggling actor at that. Say you wanna catch up over coffee sometime, it's been too long since we've had a good chat." Came the response. Peter was taken aback by this. There was a time where he loved Mary Jane. A time before his power, a time before his responsibility. He had no time to care for his own needs, it was always about helping others. He took perhaps a bit longer than he would have liked contemplating, but he came to the decision. "Of course Mj, I'll see you then" he replied, before walking off. MJ, the girl of his dreams had just asked him if he wanted to go out for coffee, yet he wasn't content. Could he really ever have happiness? Did he deserve it? What if something happened to her? His mind with plagued with questions he had no answer to. Peter pondered to himself, he was a hero to many, but could he save himself from falling into the abyss of loneliness?

Thank you all for reading. Sorry if it wasn't to everyone's liking, it's just starting. Sorry for any grammatical errors, It's 3am and also I'm English, so some words are spelt differently. I hope you all enjoyed it, and any feedback would be appreciated.