After seeing Harry like that I hurried to get my suit. I had a special suit made up for me when I had been a cat burglar. It was the trade I grew up in, and everything my father knows he taught me. He had wanted a son to teach the trade to, as the Hardy family tending to keep the women oblivious like my mother, but he chose to instead use me to his advantage. I could go places they couldn't, do things they couldn't always do and right now I needed to suit up and go after Harry. He might do something he's going to regret and I just want to make sure he's alright.

After donning my disguise I hurried to follow, somehow I feel more catlike. I laugh softly, it's quite fitting for a 'cat' burglar. As I jump to another roof I misjudge the distance by a hair and suddenly I've got claws that help me from falling. I gawk at my hands for a second before shrugging it off, after all I don't know what was in that serum.

Quickly I use my newly acquired catlike senses to find my soul-mate. Trusting my instincts I find myself at a power grid. My new hearing allows me to tell that there are people fighting here. In a rush I sneak in and see Harry is battling Spider-Man and that nice girl Gwen is dangling by one of the spider's webs. Being careful as to not be seen I took a rope that was secure and I swung across, grabbing her gently as I swung.

"Who are you?" she doesn't seem frightened of me, as she does of Harry. This girl is one of my best friends so I reach up and take off my thin mask to reveal my face. "It's me Gwen, it's Felicia." I whisper to her.

"What are you doing here? You have to get out of here!" she doesn't yet realize why I'm here. "I can't." I insist.

"What why? It's not safe."

"It's not safe for you either, but we're here for the same reason." I say looking at her with soft eyes, and jerk my head in the boy's direction. "Our soul-mates." the last part I barely breath out, as we'd never shared our names before. It's a personal thing, it's private and you don't go around blabbing your name unless you're one of those rotten popular girls who are mean to everyone for some reason. I still don't understand them.

"He's you- Harry's your-" she doesn't seem to be able to finish, "And Peter's yours." I reply, finally understanding why she always seemed so embarrassed when she spoke of him. She was always blushing.

"I'll be back, I need to calm Harry down. I can get up there, but I don't know about you. Please stay away from the edge." my tone is serious.

She sighs but agrees, there's not much she can do.

Stealthily I jump up and move from gear to gear and am close to them now.

"Harry!" I call and jump to the closest gear to him.

I turn, able to take some control once more to see a woman with pure white hair in a skin tight bodysuit jump onto the closest gear. After a second I realize it's Felicia. She's here for me. "Harry, please calm down. I can help you." This confuses me, what can she possibly do to help me. She already attempted with the venom, but there's nothing else to find. Nothing else that could possibly cure me.

"The note Harry." she calls seeing my confusion, "The lab results in your pocket." I reach into the pocket that I could still access and pulled out a folded sheet of paper and gently unfolded it. Peter was off to the side looking confused but left down to where Gwen was hiding I think.

Looking over the lab results my confusion grew. "What is this? This thing that worked?" I feel hope bubble up inside, as she replies.

"My blood Harry, it was my blood. " I watch as she takes out a vial of blood and hands it to me. Carefully I insert it into a compartment that is used to inject medicine or other things like it. Slowly I feel her blood enter my system and even slower I start to feel the goblin begin to recede, let me take control, and the shaking ebb away. "Heh." I let out a relived laugh, and then in a swift movement she's in my arms again and I feel invincible.