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"No. No, no, no. No."

This was the only word that had come out of Sally's mouth for the past fifteen minutes.

The two of them were outside, by the bleachers, and Sally was currently pacing a hole in the ground. Her feet made an annoying, squishing noise against the mud. Cindy glanced down at her phone and winced as she realised that her decathlon practice had started a few minutes ago.

"Sally, please-"

"No!"

Jesus, she would be here all day!

Squish, squish, squish, squish…

"Sal," she tried again.

"Na-ah."

Cindy threw her head backwards and sighed. She was seriously tempted to web her friend's feet against the ground, but she was so freaked out already that it would probably do more harm than good. Although it was something she had to do sooner or later: prove her alleged powers.

"Sally." She stopped dead in her tracks and looked up at her.

"No."

Now this was as far as Cindy's patience reached and she skipped down the benches she'd been slumped on, standing by Sally's side as she continued pacing.

"Why can't you just tell me the truth," she muttered with irritation, "Why do you have to make shit like this up. I swear to God!"

"I told you the truth," Cindy sighed, looking down at the ground as she buried her hands in her pockets. Sally snorted.

"Yeah, 'the Kingpin' is after your dad and wants to send him to prison, and you're the only one that can save him, because a spider bit you and now you're a 'super-person', claiming to be that Silk maniac. Very realistic."

"Mutated spider," she muttered back. Turns out she'd had no reason to be nervous to tell her what had been up with her, she'd had to tell the story three times before they ended up here. "Why would I lie to you?"

Sally stopped and was incredibly close to smacking her friend across the forehead. Cindy knew this because her senses told her to jump to the side.

"Hmm, I don't know, maybe because you have lied to me for the past week now? I really don't understand you," she crossed her arms in front of her, "I'm standing here, in front of you, expressing my genuine concern, and you pull this crap on me!"

Now that was it. Cindy was a lot of things, but a liar wasn't one of them.

About ten feet away from where they stood someone had forgotten a football and without thinking twice, Cindy reached out a hand and sent out a handful of strings. The ball landed softly in her hands before offering it to Sally, whose eyes were as wide as the ball.

"I'm not lying to you. I was bit by a spider, and the Kingpin is trying to cover up himself – sending my dad to jail." She moved over to her backpack and started digging. "For the past week I've been spending my nights in various alleys, spying on the Kingpin's (men. Here's my headband." She held it out for her friend to see. It was really dirty and stained, and still a bit damp from yesterday.

She flicked it so it landed in her bag again and then took the ball from Sally's hands before throwing it all the way across the field, thanks to her super-strength.

"I'm not lying to you!" She turned back to her friend and looked at her with pleading eyes and for the first time in forever, Sally looked at her like something had fallen into place. Not just right there and then, but since all of this began.

It was also fair to mention that she was pale as a ghost.

"I need to sit down."

"Yeah, sure, of course." She helped her friend to one of the benches, although Sally flinched when she touched her and Cindy's heart broke a little. They sat there, side by side, Cindy looking like she had a stick up her ass and Sally sitting with her face buried in her hands. It would have been a strange sight to see, if anyone else would have been there.

"I'm really sorry about all of this," Cindy whispered. Her fingers moved gently over her own hands. "And I'm sorry I've been a shitty friend lately. I don't know why all this happened to me, I wouldn't have chosen it, but it is what it is now and I have to help my dad. I understand if…" Her eyes stung a little but she quickly shook it off. "I understand if you don't want to be around me anymore-"

"What?"

Cindy looked up and found her friend staring at her like she was a complete moron. "What do you mean "what"?"

"Okay, don't get me wrong, I'm still freaking out about all… this," she made a gesture to the whole of Cindy, "but I'm not gonna throw you under the bus." Cindy's heart ached with warmth. "I just- fuck! Can you to that…" she stared at Cindy's fingers, "That thing again?" Her voice was high-pitched and tense like never before.

Cindy blinked.

"Uh, yeah sure." She looked up in search of something she could catch, but besides that football – which was now a couple of hundred feet away and too far away for her – the field was clean and empty. They where, however, rather close to the football goal.

With a quick glance over the open area to make sure no one had joined them outside, Cindy shot out a few strings of web and swung up, landing swiftly on the metal bar. Without slipping, she slid down so she sat with her legs dangling in the air, a stunned Sally gaping up at her from the bleachers.

"You want me to get you up here?"

"Are you crazy!"


"So, that little weasel you caught works ar Oscorp?"

"Yup," Cindy smacked her lips.

They were walking through the school corridors now. Cindy had completely given up on the decathlon practice, which had ended about five minutes ago. Olivia would give her hell about it but that was a different problem for a different day – right now she needed to consult with her best friend.

"He works in the tech department, coding their website and making sure the place doesn't just lock down. He's a background-guy, he's probably never met my dad." She really wanted to hit one of the lockers, but that would most likely result in a dent so big it would be impossible to brush off as "I was just pissed". Sally knowing she was Silk was one person too much.

"And he's just doing it for the money?" Sally pushed. Her facial expression was the same as when she's doing math or physics: squinting eyes and pursed lips, like she was calculating something.

"Yeah, they're giving him a sick sum." Cindy shook her head and sighed. Jesus – her plan would never work, of course he would go behind her back and stab her in it! She was competing with the Kingpin for sod's sake.

"And what are you giving him?"

"I'm threatening to tell the cops on him," she groaned, burying her face in her hands. "I'm dead meat."

"But why don't you just hack his phone and stuff? Then he'd know you're serious and you'd see what he's telling them. You could dig up all sorts of crap on him."

Cindy stopped in her tracks and just blinked at her.

"I- I can't do that. Can you do that?" Heck, she knew Sally was great with computer-stuff but she'd never heard anything about this.

"Remember last year when I was supposed to email Mrs. Sullivan that I had to skip class and that I was sorry, and for fun wrote this draft about how much I despised her class and that she was about as modern as a rock and then accidentally sent it?" Cindy hummed in agreement. "Yeah, I can do that."

Cindy threw her arms out her sides. "Why didn't you tell me!?" Sally gave her a meaningful look. A mischievous look. "No. Don't tell me…"

"Sorry." Sally shrugged and snickered, very satisfied with herself. God know what she had done over the years. So many things made sense now. "Now do you want my help or not?"

"Yes! Sal, you're an angel!" She threw her arms around her friend's shoulders and it felt like a heavy weight had fallen from her shoulders. Finally something seemed to go her way.

She noticed a twitch in her friend's mouth, a nice change to the frown she'd been carrying around for a week now. Out of all of the things Sally had imagined – being depressed about Peter, someone in her family passing away, her parents being sick, stressing out about school, drugs… – being bit by a mutated spider was not one of them.

"Don't worry. I'll dig up as much dirt on him as I can find. That ought to keep him in check. But also: Cindy, you're a bloody teenage mutant ninja spider," even though she had accepted the by now, Cindy could still tell she was creeped out by it, "freak him out and shoot some webs or break a garbage can over him or something."

"I can't do that," Cindy hissed, slapping her on the arm.

"Eh, ouch?" Sally quirked a brow and Cindy rolled her eyes.

"Sorry… Yeah I guess I could do that, but doesn't that make me as bad as him?" Sally gave her a sharp look. "Yeah okay, you're right. Although I do think it's a good idea to play good-cop. You know, apart from the black mailing thing."

Sally didn't have time to as much as open her mouth before they both stood in the shadow of a very pissed senior student. Olivia's shadow, to be precise.

Her brows were pinched together over her brown eyes, creating creases on her otherwise smooth forehead. Cindy's sensitive ears heard a soft tapping from Olivia's hands, resting on her hips, and the gentle noise of her backpack starting to slide down from her shoulder.

Oh shit, this was not going to be a fun talk.

"You didn't show up for practice," she stated plainly. Not with rage, not loudly. Just hollow and frosty. "The regional championship is in a few weeks, Cindy, and I can't have you and Peter ditching us whenever you feel like it. It was a bold move to recruit freshmen to the team but you assured that you understood the responsibility." Cindy frowned. Peter hadn't showed for today's practice either? Again? "I am sorry to say this, but if you miss out on anything more, I'm gonna have to bench you. I just thought you had the right to know."

The senior's eyes were filled with disappointment rather than rage as she gave Cindy one final look before turning away. Her moment of joy was completely gone now, instead something cold and hard had crawled its way into her stomach.

"Wait!" Olivia turned around and looked at Sally with surprize. She probably didn't even know her name. Cindy looked at her too, however her gaze was a lot sterner. "It's my fault. I'm going through some crazy family stuff right now and really needed to talk some things through. It's a one time thing, she won't miss out again."

"Oh," Olivia paused and drew back a few strands of hair to behind her ear, looking slightly embarrassed. "I see. I'm sorry Sally," turns out she did know her name, "if there's anything I can do just let me know."

Sally replied with a blank smile, knowing very well that it was all just a matter of politeness. "Thanks."

The two girls stared at each other for a moment and Cindy sensed a spark of opposition between them. It was just then that she remembered what Olivia just had said.

"Wait, Peter didn't show up again?" What was it, the second – third? – time he skipped it? Now he was just being reckless!

Olivia broke the stare and glanced at her, half annoyed. "Yes, he did. I thought maybe the two of you were off somewhere. If you see him you can let him know that he's in on his last strike: if he miss out on anything more he won't be joining us for regionals. He might not even be welcome back to the team."

Jeez, she wasn't kidding around.

"Yeah, sure. I'll tell him," Cindy muttered and the tall senior left them for her awaiting friends down the hallway. "Thanks, Sal. Quick thinking."

"One of my many talents," she shrugged in reply. "Sorry for making you miss practice." Cindy just laughed and wrapped an arm around hers.

"It's okay. To be honest, I feel a ton lighter now that you know. I've felt awful hiding it from you." They passed by the library, where a few students still were studying despite the late hour. Sally shrugged again.

"It's okay, I get it now. I would probably have done the same thing if I was in your shoes."

An odd, tingling feeling moved around Cindy's stomach like a fish in seaweed. "I'm freaking out, Sal. I don't know what to do. What if he gets my dad? I just can't let that happen, I can't!"

Sally pulled her to a halt, placing both her hands on either sides of her arms.

"Breathe, Cindy. We're gonna figure this out. Together. I promise." The smaller girl wrapped her into a tight hug – almost too tight – and exhaled a deep breath. "We just need a plan. We're gonna figure out a plan."

"I have a few hours before my material arts class? If I'm-"

"We."

"If we're gonna take him down I'm gonna need to know how to throw a serious punch." At that point Sally actually started laughing her straight in the face.

"Oh man, that's just a hilarious picture."

She received a not-so-light punch on her arm as the two girls proceeded to walk toward the subway station. Cindy continued telling her friend about the man at her dad's work and what she was gonna do about him.

She needed to make sure that he was afraid to go against her and wouldn't run off and tell his bosses about her, thereby ending her before she'd even have a chance to accomplish anything. Then the Kingpin would surely make her pay.

But even if she managed to get him on her side, what would her next move be? Sally argued that they should just get as much evidence as possible and then go straight to the police, but Cindy had this uneasy feeling that the Kingpin and his wall of lawyers would merely get a scratch and then be more pissed off than ever.

"First of all we've got to find some dirt on your guy," Sally stated. "I'll take care of that. Then we let him know that he has two options: either he help us out with the information we need, or we'll turn him in. Of course he'll go with the first option," she made a rolling hand gesture, "and tell us what their plan is. Then we'll know how to proceed."

"And what if he doesn't know their plan?" Cindy argued back, rolling her eyes. She had jumped up on the metal fence surrounding the football field and was currently looking down at her friend. "The guys he met with made it very clear that they aren't so chatty about that certain topic."

Sally stared at her for a moment.

"For fuck's sake, Cindy, get off the damn fence!" Cindy grimached but followed her friend's command. Despite Sally being all excited about chasing bad guys it would take her quite some time to cope with her new abilities.

As they sat down on a bench to wait for their train, Sally fished up her laptop. She quickly connected to her own portable network before starting to tap the keys like rain on a windowsill. Every now and again she would ask some questions, like what the guy's name was, what he looked like, if she knew in which sector he worked in. She continued onto the train and after about fifteen minutes she snapped her fingers and looked up with a smug smile.

"Okay, so his full name is Martin Everett Nighy, he was born in Long Island in 1989. His family is full of lawyers, both his dad, brother and his sister work for a big New York based agency and his mom has worked as a dancer on a bunch of broadway plays. Apparantly he's a succer for gambling and he lost some big money a couple of years back, and he was refused a loan two years ago."

"How can you know all this?" Cindy hissed in a high pitched voice as she snatched the computer from her friend's lap. It was really strange: it looked just like a normal website, except that it had a bunch of bars filled with codes on the sides and something that she couldn't put her finger on.

Sally yanked it back. "I found his bank," she stated simply before continuing. "According to some local newsletters, his family inherited a lot of money from some deceased relatives, but refused to give… uh… Martin his share. I guess they were scared he'd just squander it all in Vegas or something. About a year later they cut him off completely." She noticed the quirked brow Cindy was giving her and rolled her eyes. "I hacked his email, okay? I found it on facebook and his password was 'rocky123' after his old dog. I barely had to do anything."

"Okay, this is great." Cindy threw her arms out and scratched her forehead. She'd never imagined finding out all this information. No chance in hell she would have gotten it without Sally. "But apart from gambling debts, do we have anything we can use to blackmail him?"

"I haven't even told you half of it yet, this is some kooky dude we're dealing with. At his high school he was given all these rewards for computer related stuff – coding and such – and although he wasn't on many teams and got in detention a bunch he graduated at the top of his class and went to Northwestern to study engineering."

The doors opened and a few dropped into the subway cart. Cindy's thoughts flew about her mind like ping pong balls.

"It's strange…" Sally muttered with a deep frown. "He actually was quite lousy according to his teacher's notes, there's no way he should have gotten into Northwestern. But his record is… Oh my God!"

"What? What?" Cindy nearly stood in her seat out of curiosity and her friend looked up at her with wide eyes.

"What if he changed his own records?"

"You can do that?" Cindy gaped.

"No… Well, yeah. But it's not that simple. I couldn't do it. He really had to know his way around it."

Cindy almost stood again and held out her hands palms-up, "That's why the Kingpin wants him! Last night I heard his men say "with your background, getting access to the documents should be no problem" – it makes sense!" The corner of Sally's mouth twitched into a wicked smile.

"Brilliant." She tapped her computer keys for a few more seconds. "He does have a few police records on vandalization, two student bars and a deli store. Based on the shady ass messages he's gotten he was pressured into doing it. He owed them money. Most likely they could pressure him into a bunch of other stuff too." Sally looked up, looking at Cindy with a calculative expression on her face. "He's their guy to spare – if someone finds out about anything that's happened, he's the one who'll go down. He started working at Oscorp a few months back, maybe he was planted there?"

"Jeez." Cindy didn't know what to say. In just a few minutes she had basically learned his life story. All that was missing was his love life, and that she really didn't need to know. "I guess we have it, then. If we can make some clear connections about what he's done and who it's connected to then he pretty much has no reason to betray us."

"Yup," Sally smacked her lips and closed her laptop. "Do you have your suit?"

"What?" she whispered and quirked a brow in her direction. Sally just rolled her eyes.

"Your suit, do you have it with you?"

"Yeah, it's in the bottom." She gently patted the bag in her lap and blushed slightly.

"Then let's head to Oscorp!" Sally chimed a little too loudly and a few people looked their way. Cindy gave her 'the look'. "There's no reason we should wait," she argued, "he could his superiors on you at any moment. We have to get to him first! He probably has a different phone to communicate with them – I couldn't find anything too strange on his phone. You have to get the ID-number so I can hack it, then we know exactly what he's telling them and where he is."

Cindy threw her arms out her sides before burying her face in a hand. "Why don't you just hack the Kingpin himself? Can't you get into his system?"

"Cindy, are you out of your mind? Even if I try I'm sure he has some firewall that will alert him of me and then we're screwed before we've even gotten started." She leaned a bit forward and looked deep into her eyes. "If you wanna help your dad, then we have to do this. It's the only way."

Deep breath in. Deep breath out.

Sally was right. She had to do this. She had to try. For her dad.

"Okay, let's do this."


Annoying, unexpected, buzzing noises was one of the worst things Cindy knew, and now she had a static piece in her ear willingly. Or, well, 'willingly'.

"Cin, can you hear me? Cin?"

"Yeah yeah, I hear you! I swear to God it will be the last that I do hear," she muttered back grumpily.

Sally had insisted on them stopping by a few tech stores to purchase two earpieces, a small mic for bugging (if they would ever need to), a tiny and portable camera, and – because apparently there was no discussion considering this – a pair of dark green binoculars.

"Well what do you see then?" Sally replied a bit annoyed. She was currently hiding out in a park on the other side of the road, opposite to the Oscorp building, freezing her butt off while Cindy balanced on the rooftop, peeking out to see who came and left. They had been there for forty minutes already.

"How do we know he hasn't left already?" Cindy sighed. Despite superpowers and all that jazz the tips of her fingers and ears had started to turn rather blue.

"No, according to his schedule he didn't finish until half an hour ago."

"He could still have left earlier," she muttered back and as she did so, she spotted a familiar short man exiting the glass doors. "Hey, I see him!"

"You- Come on then! Go, go!"

"Calm down…"

Without making a sound, Cindy gently slid down from the tilted roof and secured a string of web to the wall as she swiftly leaped into the air. She swung down like a falling leaf, soft and unnoticable, until her feet landed lightly on the ground, just a couple of feet behind Martin.

Time to put their plan into action.

"Martin." Her voice wasn't loud but he still jumped, placing a hand over his heart. The surprise in his wide eyes revealed that he thought she had been an empty threat – she had insisted that she would call him during the day but that had gone to hell. "I need to talk to you."

The man turned on the spot and started to run, but it was in vain as Cindy caught both his wrist and his ankle with tough web.

"Yeah that's right, don't go easy on him!" she heard Sally cheer on in the ear piece. She must be following them from afar with her binoculars.

"I can't hurt him," she hissed back while dragging him around a corner. He floundered around on the ground and started calling for help, but she was quick to show him her hand and he shut up, understanding that if he didn't shut his mouth himself, she would do it for him.

She released him somewhat and motioned for him to stand, only to web his left hand against the brick wall. He looked like he was gonna shit himself.

"So, it's time for you to fulfill your end of the deal, Martin," she began and placed her hands on her hips, only to cross them in front of her instead – it made her feel too imperious. She could tell from the look in his eyes that he was calculating something.

He swallowed the lump of fear in his throat and straightened himself a little. He even dared to flash her a smile.

"There's no way that video is gonna hold up in court, or whatever you think you're gonna do with it. You have nothing on me." He smiled, showing off his clearly whitened teeth.

"Yeah, Martin, about that…" Something changed in his eyes, an uncertainty replaced the cockiness.

"The gambling, his family cutting him off."

"I know you've lost some pretty big amounts of money over the years. Now what's your kryptonite? Poker? Black Jack?"

"That's not a secret," he muttered, wondering where she was going with this.

"Sure, but what happened after your parents cut you off is." His eyes widened slightly. "Now, as far as I've understood…"

"He hacked his way into college, took a big loan from some shady men, have been working for even shadier men ever since. He's pretty much been everyone's bitch."

Jeez, Sally was really worked up about this.

"You hacked your own high school records and thereby got into a prestiged college, and later on took a very unauthorized loan that you couldn't pay back, resulting in you having to work for the Kingpin, among other names. And that's what I've found out in one afternoon." Technically she hadn't found out about it…

His gaze flickered to anywhere but her as he corrected his glasses with his free hand.

"And do you have any evidence that supports those claims?" he asked, his voice very put together despite his bloodshot eyes and twitching lip.

"I'm fairly sure of that." She could hear Sally swear in her ear. She thought she was appearing weak. "I guess it's up to you to take that risk, isn't it?"

Martin stared at the ground for a moment, considering his options. Eventually he looked up at her.

"And what is it that you want from me?"

"I want you to help me stop the Kingpin from getting Oscorp's files. I know he wants to implement their gene manipulation to advance the weapon industry, or something in that zone, it's not some charity work that's for sure." She was talking too much. "And I can't have that." Cindy stopped and looked him straight in the eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. The man spat on the ground and corrected his glasses again.

"If he wants them then he'll get them, whether it's through me or through someone else." The look in his eyes was genuine and Cindy believed him. She shrugged heavily, like she was carrying a backpack filled with bricks.

"Then you have to help me stop him."

Martin laughed so loudly that she jumped a little, her heart immediately falling into a quicker pace. She noticed that he tried to pull his hand out of her webbing (even if it was pointless).

"There's no stopping the Kingpin – you can't. And I'm not gonna let you drag me down with you," he snorted and looked at her down his nose.

Something warm, tingling, and energetic began to vibrate within her like a fire, raging up her spine.

She strode up to him in a few quick steps until their faces were only inches apart. Her teeth were clenched so tight that it almost hurt.

"If you don't help me, I will make very sure to let everyone know exactly what you have done and take you down tonight." She punched a fist into the wall next to his head and he flinched as it crumbled into dust that fell down on his shoulder. "So for all I care, refuse to help me, I'll find someone else who will!" She picked up the lid of a metal bin and tore it into two halves.

She saw her own reflection in his wide, fearful eyes.

"Yikes Cin…" she heard Sally mumble in her ear.

"I- I- Okay…" He swallowed in defeat. "I'll help you, but you can't let anyone know I have had anything to do with you." She nodded.

"Deal."

Her heart skipped a beat. She had made it! Or, well, technically she had a long way left to go but she was over that first bump in the road. Or, well, technically- Jeez she really had to stop with those "technically"!

She had a plan, she had her best friend on her side, and she had the Kingpin's mole.

"So, what do you want me to do?" he shrugged, looking on the brink of exhaustion.

"I need you to tell me where he is."

"Only a few people know where and who he is, and I'm not one of them." Cindy groaned and rolled her eyes. Was he going to be helpful at all? "But I know there'll be a meeting in a few days, on sunday."

A tingling feeling washed over Cindy's body, like a stormy wave over a graveled shore. She was ready.

Sunday. Two days away. She would have a lot of time to prepare. And she really had to do some homework…


Hmm, wonder who she'll do her homework with…

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, please leave a review and tell me what you think, it really warms my heart to hear from you guys :) Before I let you go, however, here are some incorrect quotes!

Interviewer: Can you describe yourself with one word?
Sally: Indescribable.

I am soo glad that Sally finally knows, it's gonna be so much easier to move the story forwards now that I can have some dialogue!

Cindy: When I was little–
Sally: Pfft "was"

I think you deserve a bunch of these for having to wait so long for lazy me to publish...

Peter: Wow, this soup has absolutely no taste.

Cindy: I'm boiling water.

I love these so much and still, the original idea is from Scrapingskies.

Cindy: I had nothing to do with it.

Cindy: Okay it was my idea but I feel bad about it.

Until next time, take care of yourselves!