Author's Note: About time, right? I've been wanting to do something with Ravager for a while now and I wanted it to seem dangerous and deadly and present a real threat to Spider-Man, this is what I came up with. It opens up the possibility of a part two and I think it's okay, I mean, I like it so I hope you guys do too.

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Ravager/Rose Wilson

She had blindsided him at the docks, almost skewered him with one quick and precise movement. She was good, infinitely better than any of the usual crazies Peter faced on a day to day basis. She was like him, able to predict movement before it even happened. Had almost tagged him once or twice, fatal blows should they have landed.

And Spidey got the sense that she was waiting for him, had cried and played victim to a local gang before he swooped in and 'saved the day'. The vigilante dealt with each of them, six or seven by his count, cornering a defenceless woman right around the holidays. Snow made everything harder, made everything slippery and forced him to have to think about even the smallest of movement.

Which was nothing to say of the cold, biting at him in his skin tight spandex, even with the thermal layer beneath it. Peter could see his own breath, filtering out of his mask as it mingled with the frosty bitter air, not seeming to faze her in the slightest.

She was trained, he knew that much. Trained by someone with more knowledge than he had, that was for sure. But the way she dressed, decked out with so many weapons. The light weight and durable body armour, even the long and sleek silvery hair, protruding out of her mask. But the faded orange and black colour scheme, that was a dead giveaway.

Spider-Man had tangled with the infamous Deathstroke on more than one occasion, one occasion too many for his liking. Slade Wilson was not someone to be messed with, the guy was good. So good, in fact, that he had taken down the Batman more than once. And fighting someone who had taken down the Bat made him antsy, made him doubt himself.

Who won? Well, considering he came out of it alive, he liked to think that he won. Because not a lot of people survived an encounter with Deathstroke, not if they were on his hit list. And Spider-Man had been, courtesy of many billionaires with a grudge. People like Wilson Fisk or even Lex Luthor when he wondered too far from home, but the person trying to shish kebab him at the moment, he guessed was related to him in some way.

That or she was related to Deadpool. "What's your problem, breaststroke? I never knew Slade had a kid, which just goes to show you, even psychos can find love." Peter lied, strafing to the right to avoid a clean and swift sword swipe.

He had heard of her, in fact word was she was quite the complicated person. A killer, then a hero, then a villain, then a hero again and now she just happened to be trying to serve him up on a platter.

Women, am I right?

The girl brandished her blade like a seasoned veteran, but she couldn't have been older than twenty. She gritted her teeth, seemingly at the mention of her father as Peter backed up a bit. The teenager hadn't seen such anger since one of his monthly bouts with the Hulk, her exposed blue eye conveying pure focused rage.

She pulled out another sword; one that had been sheathed and held on her back. "The name is Ravager and I am nothing like my father," she told him, hate displayed for her parentage and the source of her spite.

Spider-Man ignored the sword pointed at his masked face, shifting his feet in the soggy, wet snow. "Oh, my bad. Guess the dangerous sense of fashion, missing left eye and kill first, ask questions later attitude kinda threw me off." The web-slinger jabbed, raising his hands in defence.

Ravager frowned, teeth clenching and jaw tightening as she spoke. "No wonder everyone hates you," she hit back, charging him with dual sword strikes.

Peter leaned back, his spider-sense aiding him, just barely avoiding his throat spraying blood everywhere. "Jealousy is an ugly colour," he poked, flipping onto his hands and launching a two-footed kick her way.

The mercenary avoided the attack with a rushed dodge, almost losing her footing as she watched Spider-Man spin in mid-air. Moving in one fluid movement, he sent another kick her way, grazing the top of her granite mask as she rolled away from him.

Peter recovered, righting himself before he hit the floor, crouched and ready for another attack. "Listen, there are not many things I hate in the world but hitting a woman is one of them. What's say you give me your number and we call it a night?" He jested, a smirk working its way onto his lips.

He could see the surprise in her right eye, which quickly reassumed its narrowed look of hatred. "How about I carve it into your corpse?" Ravager threatened, reaching for a desert eagle hand gun, strapped to one of her thighs.

"Kinky, I'm not really huge on fetishes but Spidey doesn't judge!" The last part of his sentence came out as a yell, his body forced to move as bullet after bullet was fired his way.

She was an excellent shot, perfect aim, he could tell that much. But when he knew where the next bullet would be, people rarely tagged him. Not with his spider-sense, reflexes and agility working in complete sync.

"We could talk about you, Miss Wilson. Let's start with the obvious choice, why are you trying to kill me?" Peter grilled, moving close enough to be able force her wrist away from him.

He managed to make her drop the firearm but she countered with a swipe of her sword, aiming for his hand most likely. Spidey strafed, a clean blur of motion, keeping his hand and cocking the other one in a familiar gesture. A thin strand of steel webbing lashed at her sword, catching her off-guard as he tugged with a little effort, flinging it away from her.

His spider-sense jump started his brain, prompting Peter to throw up his arm as her armoured fist struck it. "You're good, but I've been trained to be better." The girl complimented, flipping her other sword around in her hand and lunging at him.

Spider-Man rolled backwards, his back becoming damp as melted snow seeped into his costume. "By daddy Deathstroke? Not sure that's something to boast about," he mocked, whipping out a foot to tag her hand.

Ravager lost her grip on the weapon, but didn't give him the chance to gain an advantage as she charged him with a knee. Spider-Man hadn't been expecting it, taking the knee to the jaw. But he managed to roll with the blow, striking the back of her leg to knock her off balance. The mercenary fell but managed to save herself as she handsprung away from him, but she didn't expect to be tagged with a solid wrap of webbing in mid-air.

Ravager landed with her legs stuck together, watching as Spider-Man leapt at her. She brushed his first strike away, letting him carry the motion through as she forced a palm into his masked chin. Peter reeled from the unexpected attack, feeling an elbow thrash him in the side of the neck. His spider-sense rang for umpteenth time and listened, sweeping her legs as the black and orange clad combatant attempted to head butt him.

The silver haired killer dropped to the floor, her knees slightly pulled in towards her chest. Ravager used the opportunity to reach into her boot and pull out a sharp combat knife, swiping at his legs before he hopped back for distance.

She cut the sticky webbing off of her legs, not peeling her eyes off of him for a second as she rose to her feet. "This is going to go on forever, isn't it? I do have a life, you know? I mean, what would all the other crazies out there think if I spent all of my time with you? Venom would get jealous, that's for sure." Spider-Man prattled on.

An intrigued glimmer shined in the girl's one visible eye, almost as if she was smirking. "This was insanely fun, you did well. So good in fact, that I'm going to postpone this little fling for a few more days. Let you live a while longer, you earned it." Ravager turned to leave, picking up her gun off of the snow scattered floor.

Spider-Man cocked his head to the side, confusion and amusement apparent on his hidden face. She was a funny one, even bolder than Kraven when it came to generously letting him live to see another day. But despite his charming personality, he was not going to let her walk away.

"If you think I'm just gonna let you leave, you must be crazier than I thought." Peter insulted, taking a few determined steps towards her.

Ravager snapped up, gun aimed at him, pointing right between his big bug eyes. "Nope, just confident. Take one more step, go ahead, I dare you. Then we'll see who's crazy," she threatened, absolute conviction lacing her voice.

Spider-Man hesitated, lingering like a statue for a moment as his spider-sense continued to buzz. She wasn't kidding and although it was just a gun being pointed at him, nothing he couldn't handle, there was something about her that made him cautious. Actually, he was even slightly scared. Because she was Deathstroke's daughter, a miniature version of a walking, talking, killing machine.

The brief lapse in confidence was enough for Ravager to take her sights off of him, offering him an unseen smirk as she turned away. Slowly waltzing deeper and deeper into the maze of freight containers that were the docks, and as much as he wanted to follow her and show her that he wasn't playing around… he just couldn't.

She was serious, trained extensively and one of the deadliest fighters he had ever come into contact with. He had been on edge the entire fight, not since the Goblin or even Deathstroke himself had Peter been so unsure of himself. He hid it well, thankful that his mask had done the job.

But somewhere deep down, woven within his insecurities and fears and self-doubts, he suspected that she had been toying with him. Casting the illusion that they were fairly matched, making him feel an air of safety. That was why Ravager was so confident, because he was raw and terrified… and she had known it all along.

Author's Note: There you have it, pretty interesting stuff. I actually kind of like the fighting, took me a while to kind of choreograph it in my head, hopefully it turned out okay. And to all of you guys that read Unnoticeable, I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long but expect the next chapter to be out sometime next week, thanks for reading!

Guest Reviews:

Jonza: Thanks, I enjoyed Ava's chapter too. Your support is greatly appreciated so here's the next chapter! :)

Ben10 Madness: Yeah, season 3 ought to be a blast! Thanks for the review and for reading!

Hercules8: Oh man, I loved the Deadpool episode, cracked me up so much! Thanks for reading and leaving your thoughts!

manuel01: Well, thank you. Ava and Peter are really great friends, but there is something there between them. And I'm not too sure about G.I Joe, I don't watch the show or movies or anything so I don't think I'd be the best person for it. Thanks for the review though and continued support :)