A/N: Who do you want to assist Peter in his quest for revenge?

Chapter 4:

"Get out of there!" Uncle Ben shouted angrily as he entered the room. He stormed over to where Peter was crouched, overlooking the contents of the chest. It was filled with documents, scientific equipment and several flash drives, one of which Peter managed to snatch before his Uncle slammed the lid closed. "Never go in there again," Uncle Ben shouted.

"Why?" Peter said in a standoffish voice.

"It's for your own damn good Peter," Uncle Ben shouted, "Your Parent's will said when you're eighteen. And quite frankly, I'd rather you never see what's in there." Uncle Ben finished. Peter could see there was no point in staying and standing his ground, but he was to angry to stay in the same house. So he headed outside, and tried to find peace in the bustling evening New York streets.

He boarded the next bus headed for downtown, not giving his buzzing cell phone a thought. Not once did he even glance at either his watch or his phone as he made his way through the downtown area via webbing.

During his improvised patrol of the city, he managed to break up two muggings and a robbery while in his costume. Already people had begun to talk about the mysterious 'Spider-man' that guarded the streets. Numerous critics had been very quick to either pick out his faults or give him praise.

"one more insane vigilante roaming our streets, poisoning the minds of children."

"He's trying to do the right thing. You say he's a criminal, but just ask someone he's saved from a mugging or a fire."

"It's a proven fact that crime is already on the decline because of him."

"He's unchecked. What's to stop him from killing someone?"

But Peter paid these critics little attention as he swung through the streets. He just wanted to be a good person, and do the right thing by seeking out justice. Which is why he stopped when he saw a girl running for her life.

She had long, sleek black hair and strong but feminine features. She wore rough jeans and a midriff-exposing black tank top with a small leather jacket over top. She also moved with the grace and fluidity of an Olympian athlete. He ran along the rooftops parallel to her and her pursuers as they turned down an alley.

"Give it up, X!" one of the men said. Peter surveyed the pursuers, and saw that they all wore black combat gear. Whatever this girl had done, she had earned the attention of powerful people. And those people would most likely kill her, something he could not allow.

"Hey buddies!" Peter jeered from the rooftop, causing all present to gaze up at him. "How about you let the pretty girl go and we can go out for supper? Your treat!" He finished, and the men all looked at each other, most likely questioning his sanity. Seconds later, they resumed their attempt to corner the girl, so he leaped down in front of them. "Party's over fellas," he said as he assumed a fighting stance.

"X's got an accomplice!" One of them shouted as he pulled a gun and pointed it at him, "Shoot him!"

"Stand down!" said a voice from behind the men. The sun had set, and everyone was thrown into darkness. Even with his enhanced vision, Peter could not make out the man's features beyond a basic outline. It wasn't until the man stepped into the light that Peter recognized him.

"I believe this is a case of misunderstanding," Captain America said with a confident smile as he stepped closer to Peter and extended a hand. "We're not the bad guys. We..." He was cut off by the girl roaring as a helicopter came into view. Peter watched as she made a mad dash for the cover of the alley and Captain America shouted, "After her! Jimmy, don't let that Hydra chopper out of your sight!" He finished as he rushed forward with several agents and Peter in tow.

"What's her story?" Peter asked as he kept stride with the Captain. He was barely able to keep the excitement out of his voice. How many team-ups does someone like me get with someone like him? Peter thought silently.

"That's classified soldier," Captain America replied as they rounded a corner and continued their mad sprint. "Eyes-only. Even I don't know everything."

"Remind me to never work with the government," Peter said with whit as he spotted the girl just before she turned down another hallway. "There!" he shouted as he pointed.

"Good eye, son!" Captain America remarked as they both redoubled their pace. "I wouldn't rule out a government position just yet, because you've got an eye for it." He finished as his radio cackled to life.

"...three more choppers. Four Hydra hit squads on the move. Civilians in the area. Repeat. Civilians in the line of fire!"

"Dammit!" Captain America muttered as they turned down the same hall the girl had, which led to an exit. "Triple time it!" He said as they burst out the doors, revealing a dark street, with twelve bodies in it, only five of which where still standing. The girl lunged at one of the other bodies, sending it crumpling to the ground, and continued her attack without breaking a sweat. With a quick stroke, another body fell. The fourth figure raised his rifle, aiming squarely for the girl's back as the fifth figure lunged forward, grabbing for the rifle as it went off. Peter couldn't hear a bullet, so he assumed the gun must have jammed.

Peter watched as the girl's body stiffened, and turned sharply towards the two men. She lunged before anyone present could react, and the distinct sound of ripping flesh could be heard. The girl's head perked up as the light from a helicopter illuminated her, and she tore away from the scene.

But he paid her little attention. Instead his eyes fell on the two bodies before him. One was wearing a sickly green camouflage armour that had been sliced in two. The other was a man in his late forties wearing regular clothes. He had slightly greying hair, and had been cut open from one side of his chest to the other. A pungent smell filled Peter's lungs as he fell to his knees by Uncle Ben's body.