Author's Note: Oh man, this is a chapter I've been both dreading and excited for. Because in all honesty, I had no idea how I was going to it but I wanted to do it. So, after three attempts, two of which were scrapped, here it is. Now, I wrote it with the idea of a continuation in mind so it might be left a little open ended but that's because there's more to the story. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it and if not, let me know what needs improving.

Also, fun fact: All of the new girls up to now have been redheads, pretty funny, right?

Disclaimer: Any and all Marvel characters belong to Marvel and in turn Disney, I do not own them or have anything to do with them in any way. The same can be said for the DC side of the spectrum, any and all DC characters are owned by DC. I make absolutely no profit from this, it's just a bit of fun.

Caitlin Fairchild

Running…

Oh, that was the last thing he could remember. Running for dear life, running in sheer terror… running for the sake of running. Deep green palm trees and thick forest undergrowth clogged his surroundings, no grey buildings or flat blacktop. Where the heck was he, again? Birds chirped in the distance, sunlight almost blinded him as it shined directly over his exposed eye.

His mask was torn; one of his large opaque lenses was missing entirely. His patented red and blue costume was shredded, he almost felt naked just lying there. Lying there, under the cool and crisp shade of a crooked palm tree, right on the edge of crystal blue water.

Some kind of a lagoon, shallow enough to see the bottom but deep enough to envelop the midriff. And lord was it hot; he had been sweating continuously ever since he had arrived. But that was… hours ago? Days? How long had he been there?

More to the point, how had he gotten there? The last thing he remembered, if he tried really hard to recall anything threw the small sea of fuzziness, was chasing someone. Someone like him but not at all like him, completely the opposite actually. Night, it had definitely been night. He had to remember, something tangible, something to go on.

A clue of some kind, anything at all really. Names, faces, places, all of them flooded his mind. Blurs became distinguishable features, redheads and felines and goblins. And then… a part of him, something stolen, something rejected and dangerous.

"Venom!" Peter called out as he shot up, disturbing the warm and golden sand beneath him.

He was breathing heavily, his heart struggling to slow its pace, even as he took a steady deep breath. Peter ran a gloved hand over his masked head, touching exposed brown hair, sticking out in sparse places. Covered in sweat and sand and dried blood, a nasty combination that made it itch like crazy.

Spider-Man glanced around, his breathing righting itself whilst his vision corrected itself, accommodating for the blindingly bright light. The sun, it had never seemed so intense. Moving gingerly, the web-slinger shuffled backwards, deeper into the shade of the low-hanging palm tree. And then there was silence, long and soothing silence.

Silence that ensured he was safe for a moment, silence that gave him chance to shift through his jumbled thoughts. It gave him time to inspect himself, his scratches and cuts and… bandages?

Raggedy, brown bandages clung and wrapped around his form. Somebody had patched him back up; it couldn't have been Venom, could it? Helping him heal, recover from his injuries so he could endure more pain? Some sort of sick, twisted punishment?

Peter's hand met his head, half shielding himself from the sunlight and half nursing a headache. "Eddie, how on Earth did you get me here? Of course, assuming here isn't in fact a dream and I'm still all wrapped up in my apartment, back in New York." He muttered, still retaining what remained of his sense of humour.

Of course, that was before his spider-sense nudged his brain. Not a full blown security alarm, but a small tingle alerting him to another potentially dangerous presence. It wasn't Venom, that much he already knew. As a result of his time wearing it, the symbiote didn't trigger his spider-sense. Which in turn, meant that Venom could surprise him whenever he wanted to.

A voice entered his fabric covered ears, a surprisingly youthful voice. "Oh, you're awake." A female one at that.

Spider-Man turned, his brow creasing in growing confusion. "Umm…" he trailed off, unable to form any recognizable words as a figure entered his field of vision.

And my, what a figure.

His first thoughts drifted to those of Ms Marvel and Wonder Woman, a tall and slim yet powerful physique. Interestingly enough, the aforementioned heroes wore much more than the woman in front of him. But what really mattered to him, what really stood out and glowed, had nothing to do with her body.

Shining emerald eyes, calculative orbs that suggested there was much more to her than the physical. And the fieriest red hair, exuberating confidence and leadership. The woman, who he guessed was no older than he was, was clad in scant brown rags, covering her chest and naval areas… just barely.

A delicately slim hand was being waved in his face, as Spidey continued to stare. "Uh, hello? It's… it's Spider-Man, right?" She dropped an armful of pale green coconuts, right onto the sandy surface in front of him.

Peter paid no mind to the dull thuds that followed. "Whatever you say," he managed to mutter.

Well, at least he knew where the bandages had come from and who applied them. Still, it made it no less awkward. The stranger dropped to her knees in front of him, lowering herself to the same level as him. A noticeably uncomfortable smile was thrown his way and Peter found himself regretting his comment, that must have been something she was used to.

He rubbed his neck, out of habit if anything. "Yeah, yeah… so… you're the one who fixed me up?" Spider-Man posed, trying to sound as friendly as possible.

She nodded, sparse eye contact here and there, though she did glance at his exposed eye every now and then. "I found you in the jungle; it must have been a few days ago now. You were… you were bleeding pretty badly, I wasn't sure whether you were going to make it." His redheaded saviour answered, cracking the coconuts open with her bare hands much to Spidey's surprise.

Peter wasn't sure what to say, he was obviously thankful. "I… wow, that's… thanks. I guess you could have just left me there, glad you didn't… umm… can I get a name?" He asked, rather diligently.

A moment or two of careful thought and consideration, hidden beneath a quick brush of her hair. "Caitlin, and you're welcome. I couldn't just leave you there, it's not how we—how I do things." A slight slip of the tongue but other than that, she seemed to be telling the truth.

Whoever Caitlin was, she was smart and Peter could tell. "We? Are there others here? On this island? Where even is here, by the way?" The science major rattled off, his curious nature shining through the formalities of meeting someone new.

"You ask a lot of questions for someone who doesn't know where he is, how did you get here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be based in New York?" Caitlin grilled, finding his appearance on the island to be oddly coincidental with her own.

Peter arched an eyebrow, his thoughts were only confirmed, she was smart. "Honestly? I can't remember, I think… I think it had something to do with Venom. He's an enemy of mine, hell bent on making me suffer. How he got me to this island though, your guess is as good as mine." He stated, a genuine sense of loss lacing his voice.

And Caitlin believed him. "Well, I guess you'd better stick with me. I've been here for a few days now, trying to find my friends. We got separated and… it's just been me, trying to get by." She confided, not everything but enough to show at least a certain level of trust.

Spidey nodded. "You've been doing a good job, looks like you're as smart as you are strong. Me? I couldn't survive a few hours in the wild let alone a few days, trust me, I've had experience." He joked, flashes of Kraven kidnapping and then hunting him for sport entering his mind.

The redheaded teenager smiled, showing a considerable shift in mood. It seemed people rarely complimented her based on her intellect, outside of her own friends. And despite the mask creating a barrier in trust, Spider-Man seemed like a nice guy.

"I… yeah, I suppose. What does this Venom character look like? He must have really done a number on you," Caitlin surmised, giving him a once over.

Peter bumbled slightly, he had been in close situations with the female variety before and in his line of work, they were fairly frequent. But having such striking beauty gaze over him with concern, it honestly made him feel like a regular kid again.

"Well… he kinda looks like me, only bigger, stronger and with a heck of a lot more teeth. Guy's like a great white shark," he mocked, noting the similarities between the alien and the animal.

Caitlin understood, nodding along with growing interest. "Sounds dangerous, but I've handled my fair share of danger. Trust me, he won't get near you." A spark of confidence gleamed in her eyes and Peter found himself smirking.

"Oh, I believe you, Caitlin. But at least make me feel a little useful, how about I help you find your friends? Between the two of us, should speed things up a lot, right?" Spider-Man suggested, hoping to appeal to her common sense.

Something Caitlin could appreciate. "Sounds like a plan, I've been meaning to explore the South side of the island but I haven't had the chance yet. Who knows what's waiting there, I'd feel a little better with some backup." She spoke, rising to her full height in the meantime.

Spidey mimicked her, being dwarfed by around four inches. "I don't come cheap—ugh!" The late teen was cut off as he faltered, suddenly losing the feeling of his legs.

Luckily, Caitlin was there to catch him as he held his side in slight pain. "Are you okay?! We don't have to head out yet; we can rest up some more if you're not feeling up to it." The bombshell questioned, her voice filled with concern for the injured vigilante.

The wall-crawler scoffed. "And run the risk of not impressing you? No way! I'm just getting my second wind," he excused himself as she held him steady.

Caitlin smiled despite knowing that the smart thing to do was stay put for the time being. "Only if you're sure," she double checked.

Peter nodded, his exposed brown eye staring into her own green orbs. "Hey… thanks for not taking off my mask, it may not seem like a big deal to you but to me… thanks." The superhero expressed, genuine gratitude filling his voice.

Caitlin's brow creased in appreciation, because he was so close to her yet still keeping his eyes fixed solely on her face. It almost made her blush and break contact, almost but not quite.

"Thanks for not staring at my chest, that… now that… means the world to me." The Gen 13 member replied, her smile growing into that of a comfortable grin.

Author's Note: Oh man, it's done. But I hope I got Caitlin at least remotely right, I'm brand new to her character so go easy on me. Anyway, thanks for the continued support and the reviews and everything else, it's all just so awesome and you guys are just fantastic with it. Thanks!

Guest Reviews:

SuperdudeX: Ah right, okay. I wasn't one hundred per cent clear on that but now that I know, I'll see what I can do. Writing for a Green Lantern would be interesting, so it should be fun. Thanks for the review!

jar: I've been asked to write a Hippolyta/Spider-Man chapter for a while now and I really want to do one, if nothing for the sheer challenge. So just give me some time and I'll see if I can find a way, chances are though, it won't be romantic. Thanks for the review!

A-BOMBLIKEABOSS: Fire's been on the schedule for a while now so I'll see what I can do, I find myself agreeing with you logic too. The world would explode without the real Spider-Man because science! :D

Hercules8: Yeah man, me too. I thought they made for an incredibly entertaining read and they just shook things up completely, crazy stuff. And your help with this chapter was awesome, so again, thanks a bunch :)