bekkihaiti: Okay, I understand :) and haha, that's how my parents are too, so I just read them at the school library. Also, to answer your question, Felicia is Black Cat! She's a canon character.

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"You want me? Wow, I didn't know I was so popular with the ladies!" he exclaims. "Maybe I should start a fanclub. Jameson could be president."

"Funny," she says, walking towards him. "But that's not what I meant. You're cute, but I still have to kill you." She lunges towards Spider-Man.

Using her claws, she aims to slash Spider-Man's chest, but he deftly dodges it, thanks to his spider-sense. He jumps up in the air and lands on a car, turning towards the pedestrians standing still on the street.

"Everybody clear the area!" he yells. I don't want anybody getting hurt because of this.

He waits for everybody to leave before turning towards the masked girl. "3, 2, 1, FIGHT!" he yells.

"What is wrong with you?"

"I dunno. I guess I'm just bored. Thought you'd put up more of a fight," he taunts.

"Funny." She jumps towards Spider-Man, claws raised. She aims her claws at his face, but he dodges it, and jumps off the car, landing on all fours. Geez. She must be serious about this, he thinks.

"You know, I couldn't help but overhear you say, 'I still have to kill you'", he starts, imitating her voice. "Why do you have to kill me? Couldn't we just settle this over a game of Mario Kart or something?"

"I don't play games," she replies with a smirk. "Although this is a fun game of cat and mouse we're playing."

"Right, because trying to kill me is sooo fun," he says, rolling his eyes. Spider-Man aims his web shooter towards Black Cat's feet, hoping to trip her up, but she cuts it with her claws.

"Okay," he says, surprised. "That's awkward." How did she do that? There aren't many people who can cut through my-

While Spider-Man is distracted, Black Cat lunges towards him, burying her claws into his chest and ripping down into his skin.

"Guess your spider-sense is off today, huh?" She smirks.

Okay, Peter winces. That hurt. A lot. "Geez, Cat, you should be more gentle. I'm delicate. Plus, these suits aren't the cheapest things to replace..."

"Great! You can just use your so-called allowance to replace it."

"Ooh, comedy callback," he applauds.

"You know what, Spider? This has been fun, but I'm on a tight schedule, so let's hurry this up," she says, running towards him. She jumps above him, hoping to claw his face, and Spider-Man moves out of the way, but not before she grabs his mask off of his face.

"And that, my friends, is how it's done," he takes a bow, when he notices his mask is no longer on his face. "What the- HEY!" he yells, covering his face. "Give that back!"

She stands stunned, not moving. "...Parker?!"

Wait... 'Parker'? There's only one person who calls me Parker...Okay, maybe two, but I'm pretty sure Flash isn't a 5'3 teenage girl. "Felicia?!"

"This is not happening right now," she groans, putting her hand on her face.


"Hey, Mrs. P!" Luke says, walking in through the front door of the Parker residence, followed by Sam, Danny, and Ava. "Is Peter home yet?"

"Hello everybody!" She says with a warm smile. "Peter isn't home yet. He said he had to go to the library after school."

"Library?" Ava whispers to the others. "I bet that's code for, 'Secret Avengers Meet Up'." The others nod, agreeing.

"What was that?" Aunt May asks, turning on the TV.

"Oh, nothing! I was just wondering, when will he be back?"

"He should be back soon. Why don't you sit, make yourselves at home," she says, walking into the kitchen. "You can watch TV while you wait."

Sam takes the remote in his hand, flipping through the channels, stopping on a news broadcast.

"This just in," the reporter starts. "Spider-Man has been spotted fighting-" The reporter is cut off when Sam changes the channel.

"Yawn, boring."

"Sam!" Ava grabs the remote out of his hand. "They were talking about Peter," she says, rolling her eyes. She switches the channel back to the news broadcast.

"-on top of the Manhattan bridge. More details to come later." Ava turns off the TV.

"It appears Peter may be in trouble," Danny starts, standing. "And the Avengers are nowhere to be found. We should help him."

"You're right," Ava says, walking towards the door. "Let's go."

Aunt May walks out of the kitchen and towards the four teens. "Oh, leaving already?" She asks, putting her oven mitt covered hands together.

"Sorry Mrs. P," Luke says, walking out of the house. "Peter told us to meet him at the library," he lies.

"Oh, well, okay then. Have fun!"


Okay Peter, no reason to panic, he thinks. A girl you just met just tried to kill you, and your mask is gone. Not panicking. Not panicking at aaaaall.

"What are you doing?!" She asks.

"No, what are you doing?!" He retorts. "And give me back my mask!"

She throws the mask back to him. "Sorry Parker, I... I can explain."

"Okay that's great and all, but could you please not use my name in public? It's not like I'm trying to keep a secret identity or anything." He puts his mask back on and looks up at Black Cat. "Why are you here? Why do you want to kill me?"

"Just listen. I can explain, I-"

"Stop right there!" A voice calls from above the bridge. "The Nova Corps are here to save the day!"

"We did not agree on that name!"

Peter recognizes the voices behind him. What the... Sam and Ava?

His old teammates land on the bridge, behind Spider-Man. Black Cat grabs his arm, and lowers her voice so nobody can hear her. "Meet me here, tomorrow. Under this bridge. I'll tell you what you need to know." She turns towards the edge of the bridge and jumps, freefalling through the air until she can no longer be seen by Spider-Man.

"Wait! I-" he stops himself once he realizes she's gone.

"Spider-Man!" White Tiger calls from behind, running towards him. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Peter, you're bleeding."

"Don't worry, it'll heal. Come on, I'm Spider-Man! I'm an Avenger! And I'm also a person who desperately needs a nap. Now."


Spider-Man comes in through his bedroom window, falling face first into his bed.

Man, I'm hungry, he thinks. But I'm tired. But I'm also hungry, he sighs. Why must life be so hard?

Peter changes out of his suit and walks out of his room, going downstairs to make himself a sandwich. He stops on the staircase when he overhears a conversation Aunt May is in the middle of on the phone.

"...I'm just worried about Peter, Anna," she says, chopping carrots.

Anna? Isn't that Mary Jane's aunt? And she's worried... about me?

"He's been staying out late recently, and he's been coming home with bruises and cuts," she says, a worried tone in her voice. She pauses, listening to Anna on the other end of the phone. "You're right, it's must be nothing," she sighs. "I'm just over thinking things."

Oh man... Aunt May is worried about me? Now I don't feel so hungry... Peter walks back up the stairs to his bedroom, and climbs into his bed.

Hopefully tomorrow will be better, he sighs, drifting off to sleep.


Peter wakes the next morning, turning in his bed to check his phone. 10:50...

"Man, it feels good to sleep in."

He rests his head back on the pillow and closes his eyes, when he realizes the words that came out of his mouth. "Oh crap! I slept in!" he exclaims, eyes widening.

"Ohmanohmanohman," he repeats, trying to put on his school clothes, brush his teeth and hair all at the same time. "I am so dead!"

He practically jumps down the stairs and startles Aunt May, who sits on the couch, watching a yoga television program. "Oh, Peter!"

"Sorry, Aunt May! I'm late!"

"Peter."

He grabs an apple out of the fruit basket on the counter, and takes an enormous bite out of it, before rushing to the door, with his backpack in hand.

"Peter..."

"Hmmph?"

"Today is Saturday," she smirks.

"You're kidding," he sighs, dropping his backpack.

"Nope," she says with a smile. "I think that's the fastest I've ever seen you move, Peter. If only you could move like that when I tell you to clean your room."

"Okay, that was funny," he says with a laugh. "What's for breakfast?"


After breakfast, Peter excuses himself from the kitchen table, heading for the door.

"Peter, you're leaving already?" Aunt May calls from the kitchen.

"Uh... yeah. I'll be back soon."

"Okay," she sighs. "Just be back before 10, alright?"

"You got it, Aunt May! See you later!" He walks out of the house, and walks into the backyard, where he changes into his Spider-Man suit. Okay... I have until 10. What do I need to do? 1. Meet up with the Avengers, 2. Meet up with Ava, and 3. Meet up with Black Cat- I mean, Felicia, he thinks, creating an imaginary checklist for himself. Okay, I think I can do all of this before ten.


As Spider-Man, the teen swings through the city, towards Avengers mansion, while also keeping an eye out for any danger on the streets.

"Weird, the city's quiet today." He pauses, as if waiting for some sort of explosion. He stops atop Times Building, and scratches his head. "Okay. Now this is weird. Usually, whenever I say that, there's usually some sort of scream for help, or y'know, the occasional rant from Jameson."

As if on cue, Jameson's voice booms from the electric screen below him. "SPIDER-MAN IS A MENACE!"

"Aah, there it is. Music to my ears," Spider-Man says, putting a hand on his chest. "Jameson, you know I love it when you scream at me like that."

"SPIDER-MAN IS EVIL! HE'S BEEN WORKING WITH THE GOBLIN THIS ENTIRE TIME!"

"Listen, I'd stay here and banter it up with you, but I've got somewhere to be. We should have lunch sometime!"

Annoying Jameson never gets old, he grins as he swings towards Avengers Tower.


"She had claws?" Clint asks, through bites of his sandwich.

Peter, Clint, Steve, and Tony sit in the kitchen, on the small, white stools placed at the table. They sit with their sandwiches Clint made in front of them, which rest on plates on the table.

"Yup," Peter replies simply.

"And you're okay? I would've gotten to you earlier, but I got held up," Steve says, with a worried look on his face.

"I'm fine," he lies. Although his woundwas healing quickly, it still hurt. "It was just a scratch."

"You said that she took your mask off," Tony starts. "Does she know who you are?"

"Uh, well..." Should I tell them the truth? I know how protective I am of my secret identity. "Nope. And I didn't get a good look at her either," he lies. Oh man. I hope that doesn't come back to bite me.

"Well, it's good she doesn't know who you are. But it's too bad you didn't get a clear look at her."

"Yeah... too bad."


Spider-Man and White Tiger sit on top of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, with their masks off.

"Black Cat is Felicia?" she asks, surprised.

"Yup," he sighs.

"Who else knows about this?"

"Well, so far, just you," he says with a smile.

"Are you serious? Not even the Avengers know about this?"

"Nope. Just you."

"Aww, that's so sweet and so dumb at the same time," she says with a smirk. "What are you going to do about Felicia?"

"Well, to be honest, right now, I don't know what to do..."

"Maybe she could join us in the S.H.I.E.L.D. training program," she suggests.

"You think so?"

"Mhm," she replies. "Although I'm not exactly fond of people trying to kill my boyfriend, it could be beneficial for her. I'm surprised you didn't come up with this yourself, Mr. Second Chances," she says, referencing Sandman and Norman Osborn.

"Well, those didn't exactly work out..."

"I'm sure you'll be able to pull it off, Mr. Big Time Avenger," she grins.

"I think I'm starting to like these nicknames you're giving me."

"Of course you are, Bugboy."

"Okay, spiders are not-"

"-Bugs, they're arachnids," she interrupts. "I know. We all know. Aren't you gonna be late for your meeting with Felicia?"

"Oh man! I almost forgot!" He jumps off of the Helicarrier, putting his mask back on. "Talk to you later!" he yells as he falls through the sky.


Spider-Man arrives under the Manhattan Bridge, where Black Cat instructed him to.

"Uh... Cat? I'm here," he says to nobody. Okay, weird... I'm usually the one who's late.

After a few minutes, Black Catwalks over to where Spider-Man patiently waits."Sorry I'm late."

"Let me guess. You got stuck in a tree?"

"Haha," she deadpans. "No. Listen, I promised you an explanation, so I'm going to make it quick."

She tells him everything, from the first day that she and Alistair met, to when she found out his intentions, and to yesterday, when they fought on the bridge.

"Alistair Smythe, huh...?" I was right, he thinks. I need to tell the Avengers about this. "He wanted my blood?"

She replies with a simple nod of her head.

"Oh, is that all?" he asks. "All you had to do was ask nicely."

"Really?"

"NO! Come on, that is so creepy! It's Doc Ock level creepy!"

"Who?"

"Never mind, you had to be there," he says, brushing it off. "About your dad... you don't have to resort to this, Felicia. Alistair was blackmailing you."

"What?"

"Listen, Felicia, all I'm trying to say is... take matters into your own hands. Don't let anybody else control you."

"You know what, Parker?" She starts, standing. "You're right. I'm not a murderer. I'm a thief."

"Wait, what? A thief? You know that's still bad, right?" he asks. "Maybe you could join the S.H.I.E.L.D. training program. It would help you become a better-"

"Please, Parker; we both know I'm no hero." She smirks, striding away.

"Where are you going?"

"I promised somebody I'd meet them."

With that, she runs away from the bridge with insane agility, leaving Spider-Man alone.

Oh man... did I just create another villain? He sighs. Nice going, Pete.


"Felicia... I heard you had a run-in with Spider-Man yesterday," Alistair grins. "I trust you brought me promising results?"

"No," she says simply. "I didn't."

Alistair's mouth hangs open, and his smug grin disappears from his face."You didn't? I don't accept failure, Felicia."

"Funny," she says, under her breath. "You clearly haven't taken a look in the mirror."

"What did you say?!" he yells, face red.

"You heard what I said," she replies. "Listen, Smythe. I'm leaving. I'm not doing this anymore."

"After all I've done for you, you're just throwing it away?! Just like that?!" he asks, raising his voice.

She doesn't respond, walking towards the office door.

"Why the sudden change in heart, Felicia? Do you know what I could've turned you into?"

"That's just the thing, Smythe. This is all about you, and what you want. I don't want this."

"What about your father? Do you know what I could do to him? Do you know what I'm capable of?!"

She turns towards him. "Listen, Smythe. I'm not a murderer. I'm a thief. Born a thief. Raised a thief. Will die a thief. And I'm a thief who sure as hell doesn't need you to help me. I need somebody else. Somebody who will treat me with respect."

"Good luck finding somebody. You're a failure."

Felicia turns away from him, hanging on to every last word he says to her. "I'll find someone." She slams the office door as she leaves.

Smythe waits until he hears that she's left the building. "No, NO, NO!" he yells, knocking the nearest bookshelf over with a push. "I found somebody... somebody to match his agility, strength, and she... NO!" He throws the nearest table against the wall. "This was supposed to happen... this was supposed to be perfect. I... I'm supposed to be perfect." He slouches against the window.

He notices something outside that catches his attention. He watches Harry Osborn as he walks out of his limo, and he walks into the building. "Oh, don't worry Felicia... I can find someone too. Someone even better."


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-ThatOneGirl32