AN: Hey everyone. Two words at the end of the Civil War trailer and the whole internet (myself included) loses it's collective shit. It was awesome. First of all, everyone give a small golf clap to Highlander for accurately predicting that something was going to go down at the art expo that I have been fore shadowing for the past several chapters. Aside from that, did any catch the nearest thing that I could make to a Stan Lee cameo in the last chapter? I though someone would've mentioned that.

Chapter 3

The gas continued to fill the gallery. The ominous, opaque green hue limited peoples vision as it slowly filled from the floor to the ceiling. Despite danger, people seemed rooted to the spot they were standing in. The bellowing laugh that was going on continued to echo.

Felicia had a look of panic on her face. "What going on?" She asked.

"Don't know yet." Peter said. "Get everyone out first."

"I've got my mask in my purse. Can't we fight?" Felicia asked.

"Not this time. I don't have my armor, and trust me, everyone will remember that dress you're wearing. Get every out, then maybe we can fight." Peter explained as he turned around to help.

He dashed into the smoke, losing sight of his girlfriend. The sounds of shouts and screams began to come from the people in the gallery. Peter was looking around for the source of the fear when he was attacked by the strangest thing. A winged creature flew over Peter's head. It was something out of a Dark Ages nightmare with stone colored skin and a jaw full of teeth. When it came back around, Peter was able to recognize it. It was a Gargoyle.

"Huh. That's new." Peter said. He wasn't in the position to fight, at least not without revealing his identity. So he turned around and continued to go into the smoke.

People continued to scream and shout. The smoke was so thick at this point that Peter couldn't even see his hand in front of his face. Remembering the way to the front door, Peter eventually found his way to the exit. He threw open the door and the smoke began to vent out just a little.

"Everyone over here. The exit is this way. Peter called.

People began to move out of the gallery slowly. Peter went back inside to start leading people out. The smoke was still too thick to see clearly, and Peter needed to know more about who was attacking the gallery. As he went through the gallery he thankfully heard more people moving toward the door. The laughter continued, and as Peter continued to look around, he saw a figure in the smoke moving.

Felicia had found several people and pointed them in the direction of the exit. Naturally they started to move in that direction. Felicia continued to stumble through the smoke, wishing that she could don the Black Cat persona and do more, but Peter was right, and they needed to keep their identities secret. That meant having to save the day as regular old people.

Felicia continued to wade through the smoke and came across someone who she didn't expect. May Parker was huddled up against a wall. Closing her eyes. The poor older woman was probably terrified.

"May!" Felicia called out.

"Felicia." May stated.

"Follow me out side." The younger woman said. May was too important to just say where the exit was. Felicia needed to make sure that she was safe.

"You'd like to be the hero wouldn't you?" May questioned with disdain.

"What are you talking about? Follow me." Felicia pleaded.

"Sure. You save me and win Peter's affection."

"What are you talking about?"

May then did something impossible. Another one of her appeared behind Felicia. "You're trying to prove you're good enough to be with him."

"What's happening?" Felicia said scared.

A third May showed up out of the smoke. "The truth is, you're not good enough to be with Peter."

"That's not true!" Felicia defended.

"Oh but it is." A fourth may said coming out of the smoke. "A harlot such as you doesn't deserve to be with my Peter."

Felicia then had an epiphany. "This isn't real."

"Oh but you're feelings are." The Mays said simultaneously. "You're just a former thief that is running around pretending to be better than what you are. A sinful little tramp who gets off seducing a man until the next exciting thing comes along."

Felicia fell to her knees and started to sob. "That's not true. I…I…" she stammered. She tried to deny what The Mays were saying. But deep down, she was afraid they were right.

Peter walked after the figure. The laughter had died down to a chuckle. Peter didn't know who it was yet, but he was going to find out. As he walked, a screech filled his ears. Peter ducked on instinct, and just in time as the Gargoyle from before buzzed over his head. Peter didn't know what it was doing here, or how it got here, but he figured that it had something to do with whoever that figure was. Peter got back up and ran after.

A short distance later, Peter finally got a good look at who was the figure in the smoke. The man was tall, wearing a green jumpsuit, yellow gloves and boots, a purple cape, and a reflective glass helmet. The man was Quinten Beck, better known as the villain Mysterio. A villain obsessed with occult and other worldly power.

Mysterio repertoire of skills and toys were entirely theatrical and sleight of hand. He employed animatronics, holograms, pyrotechnics, and hallucinogenics in order to confuse, disorient, and scare people. Knowing this, Peter knew that whatever was going on around them wasn't real. Robots and explosives could still hurt. But there was no such thing as monsters as far as Mysterio was concerned. Peter wasn't Spider-Man though at the moment. He couldn't fight Mysterio, all he could do was watch, and hope that the Gargoyle was all in his head.

Mysterio walked up to a painting of an old man. "Ahh. At last. A John Dee manuscript. At last. Other worldly powers will be mine." He said, savoring the moment. Myterio then cut the canvas of the painting right out of the frame and stuffed it into a cardboard tube.

Now Peter knew who was the thief what he was after, and why. Peter could now begin to plan how to stop him. Just as soon as he got out of the art gallery. Peter turned around and began to get out. As he walked through the museum he came across Felicia, but not in the manner he expected.

Felicia sat on the floor, covering her eyes and sobbing uncontrollably. Peter crouched down next to her.

"Felicia." He said gently.

Felicia opened her eyes. "No, no. Peter. Please don't go. I'm sorry." She pleaded.

Peter didn't know what happened, but he figured that it was probably something in the gas that put her in this state. He'd get her head right, but first he needed to get her out.

"I'm not gonna leave you babe. I'm gonna get you someplace safe." Peter said as he grabbed Felicia by her upper arm.

Peter led Felicia out of the art gallery. Out on the side walk in front, police had gathered to form a barrier between the street and the gallery. Paramedics were on scene to give oxygen and medical assistance to those who needed it. Peter began to bring Felicia over to a nearby ambulance when she put her hand on his chest.

"No. Peter. I just want to go home. Not you place. Mine." Felicia said plainly. She stared blankly into space.

Peter knew trauma when he saw it. Safe spaces were important in those instances, or the victim would shut down completely. Peter nodded his understanding and proceeded to take off his jacket, put it on her and wave down a taxi.

While doing so, Aunt May appeared out of nowhere. "Peter. Are you okay?" She asked.

"Yeah. Fine. Felicia's shaken pretty bad though." Peter explained.

"What happened in there?" May asked.

"Don't know. But I need to get Felicia to her place." Peter said and turned around and got Felicia into a taxi.

"Peter!" May said as the taxi drove away. Jay walked up to her. "I don't understand Jay. Peter used to make sure that I was okay when these events happen. Now all he cares about is that woman." May said with disgust.

"Has it occurred to you he may care about her more than anyone else?" Jay asked innocently.

May just stood and stared at him.

Felicia's Midtown apartment was very different than Peter's SoHo one. Whereas Peter's apartment was colored with browns and greens and reds, and there as plenty of electronic odds and ends, textbooks, and everyday clutter. Felicia's apartment was black granite and leather, near white beige carpet and walls, glass tableware. It was fastidiously clean as well, likely from a regular cleaner.

"I'm going to the bath room." Felicia said plainly.

Peter just watched her as she went through a doorway to the master bedroom and bathroom. He was worried about her, but she would speak her mind when she was ready. In the meantime, he would be ready, and be productive. Peter went into the bedroom and over to a drawer. He pulled out a spare mask to hide is identity and then his Avengers ID card and made a call while Felicia was in the bathroom.

Sam Wilson, better known as the Falcon answered on the second ring. "Spidey. How are you?"

"Been better." Peter sighed.

"Sorry to…PUT THAT DOWN!" Falcon yelled. A crash could be heard in the background.

"What's goin on?"

"Deadpool's here trying to get more weapons." Falcon said with annoyance.

"What? Why?" Peter asked.

Deadpool then appeared in the view of the camera. "Because my regular arms dealer is dead. That, and the author has been trying to find a way to write me in as a cameo since my record breaking movie came out." The masked mercenary said with overabundant glee.

"I don't want to know about whatever videos you're putting on the internet." Peter said with disgust.

"HAHAHAHA. You're funny." Deadpool said laughing. He then looked over to Falcon. "Imma take the AA-12 shotgun and 200 rounds of FRAG ammo, the HK417 with 1200 rounds, 16 M14 incendiary grenades, a flintlock musket, and this rubber chicken. Do you mind if I pay you in a combination of Swiss francs and reclaimed blood diamonds?" he asked.

"Just go…please." Falcon pleaded.

"All right. I'll see you at the next world crisis or company party. Bye Spider-Man." Deadpool said.

When Deadpool left Falcon looked at Peter. "There's something wrong with that guy. What can I help you with?"

"I need to get ahold of Stephen Strange. I need his help. Mysterio was after something involving a guy named John Dee. If this were one of his regular theatrical shows to intimidate people for profit, I could handle it no problem. This seems more along the supernatural lines, and I could use some expert advice." Peter explained.

"Will do." Falcon said professionally and cut the video link.

Peter put the ID card back in his pocket and took off the mask. He heard a door open behind him. He turned around and saw Felicia in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black tank top. She crawled into bed and under the covers without a word.

"Felicia. You wanna talk about it?" Peter asked caringly.

Felicia thought for a moment. "Just hold me." She whispered.

Peter stripped down into his boxers and crawled into bed with her and did as she requested. They two went to sleep without saying any more.

AN: Ha. I fooled everyone. It's not the Green Goblin. It's Mysterio. Also I recognize this was an emotional chapter for Felicia, but trust me, I'm going to use it for character development. Also Deadpool. That movie was awesome.