DISCLAIMER: I do not own Spectacular Spider-Man, its characters or stories, as I neither own any other Marvel character. This is a non-profit fanmade story. I don´t make any money out from this.

A/N: This has nothing to do (as long as I´m aware of…) with the upcoming flick called Springbreakers. Also, according to Google, Spring Break in NY is held since mars 25th , therefore, this story takes place around that time.

Normally, if two girls are surrounded by a group of thugs and punks, all of them armed with bats, crowbars and chains, one can only pray for the girls to make it out alive. In this case, it was quite the contrary. These were only about 12 crooks, and Misty Knight, Private Detective, was more than sure that she could take them out easily without breaking a sweat. "Come on, guys! What´s the problem? Are you afraid that all of you together won´t be able to take on little moi?" asked the cocky woman, doing a ´come on´ gesture towards the crooks. She was an afro-American woman, wearing a two-pice red jumpsuit in white sport shoes, and who sported a curly hair sported in a mild afro.

"Misty, haven´t we discussed about provoking the bad guys with a numerical advantage in a fight against us?" said the woman who was at her left: Coleen Wing, her associate and friend. She had Asian features, with long, orangish brown hair that reached her waist. She was wearing a blue jean, a white top and a black leather jacket; sshe also carried a long sword, that she was holding with both her hands.

"Come on, Coleen! You know we can take care of all of them." However, suddenly, the room was filled with more and more punks, nearing almost 50 men armed with physical weapons. "Sunuva… Or at least we could..." said the woman, with a sudden trembling voice.

"Misty, haven´t we discussed about tempting fate?" said the other woman, firmly gripping her weapon, while taking a few steps back.

"Let´s get them!" said one of the criminals, being followed by his followers.

"Well, if we go down, we will go down fighting!" said Misty.

"Do we have any other choice?" asked her partner.

"How about some reinforcements, then? Would that help?" said a voice from above. Everyone turned in order to see a figure hanging upside down from the roof.

"Spider-Man!" was the fearful exclamation of the people in the room. Except for two female voices who sounded quite relieved at the sudden arrival of the arachnid hero. A few of the crooks started to back up, until one of them came forward yelling at the others. "What are you afraid of!? It is only two women and some freak! We can all take them out!" The group roared with approval and launched themselves to the detectives and the hero.

"Another night, another crook… well, more like another 50 crooks" joked everyone favorite web-swinging hero, while watching a group of thieves he had easily captured in some webs. After 20 minutes, the floor was filled with unconscious men, after a serious beatdown they had received from both the hero and the two lovely women. "Are you girls all right?" asked the hero to the women.

"Yes. Thank you so much Spider!" said Misty, while tying up a group of criminals.

"I can´t believe it! Beaten by only 3 peopl-mhffpfm…" said one of the men, until Misty´s boot was stuffed into his mouth.

"You rocked back there! We could use someone with your strength to work in this gig, ya´ know?" offered Misty.

"Please! Keep the compliments for later… when the press is here. I need the publicity." joked the hero.

"Actually, Spider-Man, we REALLY want you to join us. This time we mean it. This isn't the first time you have helped us when the odds weren´t at our side, or we when we were facing something way over our heads." said Coleen, while walking closer to the hero. "You have said it many other times, haven´t you? Not many people appreciate what you have done for this city. But we do." Coleen then took Spidey´s hands. Peter was unprepared for that, and almost backed down from her as a reflex. "We have worked with you many times, and I think that if you join our agency, it would be easier for you to get more respect from the people."

Wow! Peter hadn't expected this. Misty and Coleen were people that he considered as friends, and they were now inviting him to join and work with the two of them. And the look Coleen was giving him made him feel a little nervous too. He really didn't know how to react to this. There were so many good reasons to accept… but then, almost instinctively, Peter remembered the reasons why he couldn't accept.

"I… I´m flattered. I´m really am. It´s just that… look, as Spider-man, I have too many enemies behind me, and if I join you, I could cause you girls be at danger anytime." replied the hero. "Besides, I cannot give up my identity so easily. With so many psychos out for my head…"

"Spider-man, we understand that." said Misty, while also walking up to him. "But also consider that with our help, you wouldn't have to deal with every crook you find in the street, and you could focus in more important issues. And with your help, we could solve many more cases, and help a lot more people."

"I understand… it´s just that…" said Peter, before his spider-sense kicked in, warning him from an incoming attack coming from the windows in the rooftop. Something broke the glass, heading directly to the girls. Spider-man took them from the waist, and swung them away from danger. He then saw that a big brick was thrown at them.

"What was that for!?" said Misty.

"And who could it be?" asked Coleen.

"For all I know, it could be the guy of the hot-dog stand to whom I didn't buy anything. Girls, sorry, but I gotta´ go." said Spider-man.

"Wait, before you go, take this." said Misty, while taking a card of her pocket and handing it to Spider-Man.

Nightwing Restorations Ltd.

Private Detective Agency

The card had the contact info of the company both Misty and Coleen owned. A special detective agency in which only the two of them were working. They were supposed to just do normal works, but somehow, always managed to get themselves into troubles. To their credit, it had happened to Spider-man before too, so he couldn't really judge them. This was New York, after all.

"Give us a call if you need any help, OK?" said Coleen, who seemed a little down.

"Sure thing!" said Spider-man, while leaving the building.

"Come on, girl! Cheer up!" said Misty to her partner in crime (fighting). "We knew from the beginning that he would refuse, didn't we?" said Misty.

"I know. It´s just that… the poor kid is always alone. It feels as if he carries the weight of the world all by his own." said Coleen.

"Which is why he have to make our part too. Come on!" said Misty.

Peter quickly turned towards the direction his extrasensory headache pointed, but saw nothing. He then leaped towards the roof of the building where his spider-sense guided him. Still nothing. Suddenly, his spidey-sense tingled again. Spider-Man hoped over the direction the danger was coming, but still found nothing. He sighed. "This is going to be one of those nights…" whispered the arachnid. However, after searching the area, he found nothing. "Huh… strange. It has been a few minutes already. No supervillain I know of has this amount of patience. It seems it was just my imagination." With that said, Spider-Man started to web-swing through the city.

SPIDER-MAN: THE BRAVE AND THE BOLD

CHAPTER 4: SPRING BREAK PT.1

While swinging high above the city, Spider-Man always makes a commotion around those who could watch him flying above the slums and streets of the Big Apple. People have a saying that if you see Spider-Man swinging around, you will have good luck for the rest of the day… as long as you run away from him, as any of the members of his rogue gallery could be really close to the arachnid. However, there are always people (mostly kids and bored teens) who try to follow and catch up to the masked hero around the city. Most of them would usually get tired after 2 or 3 blocks. So, if someone actually kept up with Spidey, it probably meant trouble.

And certainly, Peter´s spider-sense struck again while in mid-air, as a certain cat-burglar appeared out of nowhere and kicked Spider-Man into the closest roof.

When Peter recovered, he saw a familiar face looking down on him. She was furious, with tears in her eyes, and about to kick his ass. "Cat!? What is going on!?"

"What is going on!? WHAT IS GOING ON!?" yelled Black Cat. "I´ll tell you what is going on! You are hurting me! You are making fun of me, of my feelings and of my suffering!"

"What!? Cat, what are you talking about? asked Peter.

"I´m talking about my father! About me! About us! Don´t you remember the last time we met!?" asked a furious Black Cat.

"Of course I remember! The night the criminals almost escaped from the Vault." said Spider-man.

"Humph. So, that is what you remember the most? Or the most important thing for you? Or you just don't care about the rest?" asked Black Cat.

"I don´t understand…" said a confused Peter.

"Of course you don´t understand. After all, why would you? The famous, righteous hero of Justice! Spider-man! You don´t have the time to solve the problems you caused, but you have the time to be flirting with those hussies!" said the cat burglar in a sarcastic tone. "The one man that is so above everyone else, that he doesn't feel the need to care about ruining the life of a family! You have so many important things to take care of, that you forgot about what happened between you and me in the Vault."

"Wait, Cat." said Spider-man, trying to talk with the feline thief. "It is not like that…"

"Oh! Don´t even think about interrupting me! And I know you are lying! Since that day, I´ve been tracing you and following you…. And… and… " said an infuriated Cat, until, realizing that she had just confessed her activities during the last two weeks; SHE THEN lowered her voice and turned her face from the hero.

"You were following me?" asked a confused Peter. "Why?"

"WHY!? I followed you because of all that happened that night! Thanks to you and your stupid morals, my dad is locked behind bars with a prison filled with criminals who want to take his head for costing them their liberty!" yelled the Black Cat. "I won't even be able to know if he is alive or not until they transfer him out of the Vault. He could die any minute because YOU decided he should just stay back and help you capture YOUR criminals!"

"Wha- what!?" asked an annoyed Peter. He really didn´t like the topic regarding Cat´s father, Walter Hardy, mostly because that made him remember about the fate of his uncle. "First of all, I hold no responsibility for those weirdos." Said the web-head. "And second, I didn't say anything to your father; he decided to hold them off all by himself!"

"But it was because you wouldn't have allowed me to take him out of there!" replied the white-haired girl.

"Because he deserves to be there!"

SMACK!

There was silence for a few seconds. Seconds that felt like hours for both them. Without thinking it, Black Cat slapped Spider-Man in response of his previous commentary. She had reacted without thinking, and seemed to have no idea to how she should act. She then turned her face, trying not to cry by closing her eyes. Deciding their conversation was over, she decided to leave. However, Spider-Man thought differently, as he grabbed her arm to stop her from leaving.

"Let me go!" said Black Cat, while trying to free herself.

"Not. Cat, I´m… we have to talk." said Peter, still grabbing the platinum-haired thief.

"There is nothing else to talk." said Cat.

"Of course there is. Now tell me, why were you following me?" asked the masked hero. "If you hated me so much, there is no reason for you to try to follow me."

"Maybe I was plotting something against you!" said Cat, still struggling.

"Cat. I know you, you wouldn't do something like that." replied Peter.

"YOU DON'T KNOW ME AT ALL!" yelled the girl.

Spider-man instantly let go. Those words shock him enough to release her. She rubbed her wrists, turning on her heels in order to leave Spider-Man alone.

"No… Cat, wait." said Spider-Man, trying to convince the girl to stay. However, the white-haired girl ignored him. "Cat, stop! CAT!" Still, nothing. Peter then sighed. He didn't want to do this, but he had no choice.

"FELICIA!"

Black Cat stopped moving. She just stood there, motionless. It took a while before Peter heard her sobbing. He walked towards her, and then saw her face. She was crying. She hadn't moved before she didn't want the hero to notice that she was crying. If there was something Felicia had been proud of in her life, it was in that she had never showed her weaknesses to other people. Crying in front of the spider, she felt weak and vulnerable. Especially given how she felt about him. Damn it!

"So… you know…" said Felicia, trying to talk more calmly, and promptly failing.

"I´m sorry… I know I shouldn't have intruded in your past, but… it wasn't really hard to figure out. After the whole incident, I felt so powerless. I didn't know anything about you, or your father. Felicia, I´m so sorry about…" said Spider-Man, before the Black Cat put her hand in front of his face, motioning him to stop.

"Don´t." said the burglar, finally being able to talk normally. "Don´t apologize, please. The last thing I want is that you pity me and that you act like that around me."

"Felicia. I don´t pity you. In fact, I completely understand you." said Peter to the thief. He hesitated before continuing to talk, but decided to do it anyway. "You know, right? About me, about my uncle."

And there it was. The topic Felicia wanted to avoid the most since the beginning. The other name of the man that was in front of her. The other side of Spider-Man. The harsh reality that kept her away from the man she had fallen for. "No. I mean, yes, I know. But I don´t care about that."

"You don´t care?" asked a surprised Peter. "You don´t care about who I really am?"

"I don´t care because I know that is not the real you!" replied Felicia. "The one I know, and the one I hate, and the one I care for is Spider-man. Peter Parker is nothing but an obstacle between me and my father!" admitted Black Cat.

Peter couldn't believe it, even though he understood her. Probably better than any other person could ever understand her. And still, he felt hurt, because of the rejection of the girl about him. About the real him.

"Well Cat, I´m sorry. But this is me." said the hero, while taking off his mask, and revealing his face to Felicia. "I am Peter Parker."

Black Cat just stared at him for a while. "I can´t believe it! You really are 16." said Black Cat dryly, trying to sound unaffected. But she was too tired emotionally to put any effort into it. "I knew it. This isn't the Spider-Man I know."

Seeing that she had already calmed down, Peter finally relaxed. "If it helps you to feel better, my birthday is on Friday." said Peter. Felicia smirked.

The two of them then sat at the edge of the building, side by side, watching the spectacle of lights of the city´s nightscape. A few moments passed without any of the two saying a word. Peter didn't want to say anything to ruin the moment, or to piss her off. But he knew they had to clear everything out.

"Why did you throw that brick before? A ball of yarn would be more appropriated." asked Peter.

Felicia seemed surprised about the question, but quickly smiled. This was the Spider-man she liked. "It was an accident."

"Really?" asked Peter.

"It´s true. I told you that I was following you, right? When I saw those two broads flirting with you, I got really pissed off. I was leaving, but accidentally tripped with the brick." calmly answered the girl in the catsuit.

"Right at them?" asked Peter.

"Lucky coincidence, I guess." answered Felicia.

"Yeah. Sure!" snarked Peter.

Felicia giggled a little. After a moment, she took a deep breath and stood up. "Spider, I´m really, really sorry. About everything. It´s just that my dad…" said the cat burglar, trying to hold her tears once again.

"Cat. It´s OK." said Peter. " Is there something worrying you?"

"Well..." sighed Felicia. "Peter- Spider-man… I don´t know to whom I should refer when talking to you."

"You can call me whatever makes you feel comfortable, Cat. I am both Peter Parker and Spider-Man at the same time. You can count on both of us." said Peter.

Felicia sighed, relieved. "Look, they are transferring my dad to another prison on Tuesday. Of what I could gather from the information I found, they are afraid that he might get killed by the other criminals for helping us both escape from the Vault. I think they are moving him to the Ravencroft Institute. However, it seems that someone was hired to hijack the car transporting him, in order to kill him."

Peter finally understood. All this time, she had wanted to ask Spider-man for help, but she was too angry with him for leaving his dad in the Vault in the first place; and afraid that Peter Parker wouldn't accept, because of his resentment towards Walter Hardy. However, neither Peter nor Spider-Man would allow something like this to happen.

"Felicia. Don´t worry. I as recall, you want to protect your father from those hitmen. I will help you… as long as you don't plan to also help him escape." said the web-head to Felicia.

"Really? Are you going to help me? Oh, thank you, Spidey, thank you!" Felicia then hugged the masked hero; crying, relieved that she wouldn't have to be alone in this. "This is the nicest thing anyone would have ever made for me. Thank you so much, Peter!"

Felicia kept crying and hugging the unmasked hero. Peter hugged her back. The two of them stood there, comforting each other for some minutes. After a little while, she stood back and gave him a kiss in the cheek.

"Listen: tomorrow, 16h00, same place. I will explain the details, OK?" said Felicia to Peter. The young man nodded. She gave him a good-bye hug and left the roof.

Despite all of her efforts, Gwen Stacy couldn't bring herself to talk to Peter. Sure, she had met him at school and a few times at the street, but all of these times it had been nothing but a small "Hi, how are you?" and nothing else. In the ESU, they had barely crossed any word. And more importantly, she was with Harry most of the time she ran into him; Harry being her current boyfriend. Not by choice, thought… No, that was a lie. It was her choice to stay with Harry after his father´s death. Despite the agreement she had done with Peter, where both of them would break up with their couples, she decided to stay with Harry.

After the two of them finally confessed their feelings for each other, they have made a compromise: Peter would break up with Liz, and Gwen would break up with Harry; then, they could be together. And Peter indeed broke up with Liz, in order to show Gwen he was serious about their relationship. She, on the other hand, had decided not to end her relationship with Harry in order to support him through the recent death of his father, and also because she feared that leaving him alone would make him return to his old addiction. Therefore, she had left Peter single, heartbroken and alone.

And that was the reason Gwen really doubted about pressing the damn button and sending this message to Peter, asking him to meet and talk face to face about their recent issue. She didn't know how Peter would react to the invitation. So far, he seemed to be fine, but it could very well be a façade that Peter did in order to hide this whole situation to his very best friend. He could be very well bottling all those feelings inside him, and talking with him face to face could make him explode and call out her selfish decisions. That didn't seemed likely thought (and it would be quite out of character). Of course, even if that was an extreme reaction, she knew he was really pissed at her. But mostly, she knew that he was hurt. After all, her actions could easily be interpreted as Gwen not wanting to dump Harry, but also not wanting Peter to be with someone else either. It made her look like a spoiled, selfish and bratty slut.

She tried to somehow comfort herself that Peter had done something similar to her before. But the more she tried to justify her actions, the more she found it to be quite disproportionate in comparison. After all, the first time, she had confessed her feelings for him with a kiss that left him dumb struck; but at the same time Liz was also interested in Peter, and the two of them hooked up. This time, Peter has returned her feelings, after which both had admitted they loved each other. Then, the two of them decided to finish their current relationships in order to be together. Peter dumped Liz, but Gwen decided to stay with Harry. Each time she tried to justify herself, she only felt guiltier about it, and it made her see that what she did was worse than what he did. Besides, it would be foolish to hold into such a petty issue in a conversation with him.

With a big sigh, she looked at the monitor of her laptop, and read the words she wrote 2 weeks ago.

Peter. We really need to talk.

Should she press Enter? Could she do it? No matter how many times she asked the same question, she always came to the same conclusion. "No matter what happens, it´s Peter. I owe him at least an apology and an explanation." whispered the blonde, trying to convince herself that was the best option. Deciding time for brooding was over, she decided to press the button, but before doing it, she wrote a few other words after the last she wrote. She then pressed enter. And just like any other teenager who has used internet, she quickly regretted her decision. But what is done is done. She decided to just close her laptop and get some sleep, deciding that she could see his answer tomorrow in the morning. Still, those words haunted her the whole night, preventing her from getting some significant sleep time.

Peter. We really need to talk. Alone. Tomorrow, 16h00. The cafeteria next to the ESU.

A/N: Wow! This chapter turned out to be really long. But I think it was worth it. Btw, I don´t really know the exact date of Peter´s birthday. I couldn't find that information anywhere, so I decided to just make it up. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, and please review.

EDIT: I can not decide over Misty and Coleen´s clothes... so I changed their description to what I usually see when I imagined them. Other than that, small changes and all that.