Oh. My. God. I've written 3 600 words today. My brain's toast right now.

This was a wonderful chapter to write, lots of interaction with Peter and Cindy but also a lot of action (I finally get to write proper action!) so I think y'all are gonna like it. It's really late right now so I'm gonna finish off – my eyes almost fell out of my eyes while proof reading so sorry for any mistakes.

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"Hi, Peter, it's Cindy. Turns out I'm free tomorrow, so if you still wanna watch the movie then maybe we can get together? I thought that maybe we could finish the summary – it would be nice to get it done before next week… If you're still up for it, of course. So… Text me when you get this. Bye."

That was the voice message that had led up to Peter sitting in Cindy's livingroom at three p.m. on a saturday afternoon. Her mother had put out some store bought lemon cake for them along with a pot of korean tea. She could tell from the way Peter wrinkled his nose while he drank it that he wasn't a big fan, but he politely sipped his beverage without complaining.

It had taken him about fifteen minutes to text her back after she left him the message, saying that he was free and could come by. He had brought the dvd disc with him.

"So," he clapped his hands together and looked at her, eyebrows slightly raised. "Should we get started?"

They were seated in the downstairs living room in the couch that her mother had decorated with way too many pillows. "There's barely any room to sit!" Cindy would argue, only to be replied with "It looks nice".

"Yeah." Cindy nodded and started digging in her bag for a notebook. In the bottom of it she found the small one she used for homeworks. "Do you have any notes from the first time you watched it?" She continued to search for a pen – a red ballpoint pen, she preferred them the best – but just couldn't find one. That was until one appeared right under her nose. Peter offered it to her with a wry smile.

"You always use the red ones," he mused softly. Their eyes locked for a few seconds while a gentle smile formed on Cindy's lips. She thanked him but he just shrugged it off. "I wrote down a few things, but thought that I'd save most of it for today. So we're on the same page."

Cindy snapped out of her momentary enchantment and nodded, scribbling down the movie's title with her neat handwriting.

"A-ha," she hummed absentmindedly, dividing her page into two columns – one for plot and one for things they could use in their analysis. God, it felt good to get all this Kingpin-stuff out of her head and focus on something ordinary, something she could really dig into and wrap around her mind. "If we start with watching the movie and then read up on the play – I got it from the library earlier today – and then we can write a short synopsis of them both, the major differences and resemblances and such. The West Side Story premieres next week so I've pre-booked tickets for us."

God, how she talked. I need to shut up, she thought to herself. But Peter's face showed nothing but interest and focus.

"Perfect!" he smiled and leaned back, picking up the remote control. "Should we get started?"

Beatrice's rich voice of warm honey along with the soft music filled the air between them as the rain began falling outside the windows, adding a gentle tapping sound to the atmosphere.

"Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.

Men were deceivers ever,

One foot in sea, and one on shore,

To one thing constant never,

Then sigh not so, but let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny,

Converting all your sounds of woe,

Into hey nonny, nonny!"

A wave of relaxation washed over Cindy. She knew from this instant that she would love this movie.

The minutes passed by slowly but not boringly. Cindy scribbled down a few notes and every once in a while Peter would lean in closer to her and mumble a comment, his breath warming her ear in the process and a hint of rose-scented soap would hit her.

Peter scribbled down a few things as well but mostly seemed to be enjoying the film. His favorite part seemed to be when the grumpy and stubborn Beatrice and Benedick – who all but loathed each other – were matched together by their friends. He pointed out how ironic it was that the two people who were most against relationships ended up falling for each other. That the resentment between them in reality was just passion.

"Sure, but it's very predictable that the two of them will get together," Cindy pointed out. She rolled her eyes and leaned back a little in the couch, giving him a friendly smile. Her arms were crossed in front of her at this point and for the first time in two weeks, her body actually relaxed when she exhaled. The two teenagers' shoulders were slightly slumped against each other and even though they were both wearing sweatshirts, Cindy could feel the heat radiating off of him.

"But this was written before all the cliché rom-coms," he argued back, pulling up his shoulders to the tips of his ears. "It's sweet."

"Whatever you say, Parker." She nudged him slightly and buried the back of her head in the velvety couch. Despite having thrown most of the decorative pillows on the floor they were still overwhelming, chafing and tickling.

She closed her eyes only for a moment and let herself sink deeper into the cushions. The bright and melodic voices soothed her. Last night she had gone to her material arts class as planned and despite being ridiculously strong she had been rather exhausted from all the kicks and punches they'd practiced, and on top of that she had spent half the night working out a plan for tomorrow with Sally – bless her.

Then A.J. had woken her up at 6 a.m. by jumping onto her bed, a course of action that had caused her to almost throw him out the window by surprize. A few seconds later she was still close to throwing him out the window, but for different reasons…

Without noticing, her jaw slacked a little and her neck relaxed somewhat.

She'd spent the whole morning in the library, finishing off some physics and history assignments as well as borrowing the Shakespeare plays she and Peter were going to use for their English class. It was crazy how much her schoolwork had been affected by her whole Silk-business, she really needed to step her game up. Both her maths and physics grades were starting to (wiggle) at this point so despite spending most of the day studying, she would have to spend the evening and probably tomorrow studying as well. She couldn't do any 'charity' work any longer, not if she wanted to keep her grades from falling, only things that would help with her dad.

A paralysing feeling appeared in Cindy's abdomen by just thinking about tomorrow's meeting. She couldn't mess it up, it might be the only chance she'd have.

A hint of rose tingled it's way into her nose. Cindy liked roses. Her mom always bought the yellow ones but Cindy liked the baby pink ones the best. She imagined standing on a field, with pink flowers as far as the eye could see and a sky as blue as the mailbox outside the post office. With a warming sun and birds that chirped in the distance. Being barefoot and feeling the soil chafing between her toes.

She took a deep breath.

Ah, roses.

"Are you awake?"

The question was asked so softly that she almost didn't hear it. If it hadn't been for her super-hearing then she would probably have slept through it.

Cindy blinked and covered her mouth with a hand as she yawned. She realized her cheek was throbbing slightly from being squished against something hard.

What the heck?

"Huh," she groaned, readjusting her head just a little bit and realizing it was indeed chafing on something hard and quite pointy. Tilting her head just a little bit more she opened her eyes and found Peter's warm eyes looking down into hers, only three inches away, and a crooked smile played on his lips. She was resting on his shoulder.

"Oh my- I'm sorry," she blurted drowsily and straightened herself so fast she would have been dizzy if it hadn't been for her powers, scooching a fair amount of space away from him. Her cheeks burned like crazy and her eyes focused on her hands instead of at him. She had freaking fallen asleep on his shoulder. Oh God, please don't say she'd drooled!

He smiled down at his arms, which were crossed in front of him. "No worries. It's fine."

The silence between them that followed was excruciating for Cindy's part. Peter had paused the movie when checking up on her so there was nothing to focus on and neither of them really looked at one another. She glimpsed at his shoulder and found – to her relief – that there was no drool-stain.

"How much did I miss?" Cindy asked awkwardly and brushed a few strings of short hair out of her face, still refusing to look at him. Peter scratched a spot behind his ear.

"I'm not sure," he shrugged. God, how stupid she was – what did she think, that he would have seen her sleeping and just watched her for a while? And now he thought that she thought that. Sigh. "What's the last thing you remember?"

She thought for a moment, still feeling rather drowsy. "Uh, Benedick was holding Claudio against a wall, I think."

"That was like ten minutes ago, so you haven't missed that much. Should I rewind?" He looked at her with pursed lips. He didn't seem to be annoyed with her for falling asleep. "Or do you want us to take a break?"

"No no," she waved with her hands, "I just didn't sleep that much tonight. I'm fine." Peter snorted a little, shaking his head minutely.

"Yeah, I haven't gotten that much sleep lately either," he mumbled and rubbed his hand over his features and it wasn't until just then that she noticed the grey spots below his eyes. Now that she thought about it he actually looked really drained..

"We can rewind, if you're okay with it," Cindy spoke up and changed the subject – she really didn't need him to start asking questions, being a good liar clearly wasn't one of her qualities – and the two teens continued watching the last half hour of the movie, even though she couldn't quite concentrate as well as earlier. Her eyelids still felt heavy.

Eventually, the music played, the characters danced, and the camera zoomed out; Hero had her Claudio, Benedick had his Beatrice, and the rumor had been sorted out and it had all – as the title revealed – been a lot of fuss about nothing really. Cindy had filled about three pages with notes and was ready to start composing their summary. Of course she'd have to read the script of the original play as well but she figured they'd do that separately. The awkwardness from earlier still hung in the air.

"So," she began, flipping through the pages. "We should probably start off with an intro, continuing with a brief abstract of the original play and then follow up with the movie, and a short description of the similarities and differences." She was absent-mindedly tapping the end of her pencil against her bottom lip. "Now, if we both read up on the play tonight we can write in a shared document tomorrow, maybe?"

"Yeah, that sounds good," Peter agreed and straightened himself a little, skimming through his notes while Cindy took up her laptop and started typing.

Peter had brought a laptop as well – a clunky, old thing he had found in a dumpster and repaired himself – which took about five minutes to start. They exchanged notes, went over a few things, and then started typing in a shared document.

In about an hour they managed to finish most of the summary and even had some time to go over the beginning of the original script. When their fingers and eyes started to grow tired they took a moment to sit back and stuff their mouths with lemon cake. The air between them was more casual now.

"Hey Olivia gave me a message for you," Cindy mumbled between bites. "She wasn't very happy." Peter's face faded two nuances.

"Ehm- you, you… What did she say?" He crossed his arms in front of him and dropped his shoulders in an attempt to appear casual but failed miserably, his eyes were practically radiating panic. Cindy wrinkled her nose and looked down at the pastries.

"Well…"

Peter just groaned and let his head fall back. "I'm toast."

"Well, to put it kindly, yes." She wasn't planning on telling him that she had skipped practice too. At least not unless he asked. "Peter," she said more seriously and glanced at him, "you've missed practice three times now, what's going on?" She realised they weren't that close, but she could still ask.

The boy in front of her bit his lower lip and brushed his hands over his eyes, letting them continue through his hair.

"It's just some school stuff," he shrugged and looked down. "I just have to get my act together." Cindy quirked a brow.

"Doesn't decathlon practice qualify as "school-stuff"?" She didn't wanna be too pushy but she was still curious. Peter looked at her the way a puppy looks at you when it's done something it's not supposed to. This was something big.

"Look," he began, giving a gesture with his hand, "lately I've been feeling a bit… Not like myself. Or, I-" He shrugged. "It's hard to explain. I just have to figure some stuff out. I promise I won't skip it anymore, it's not a good excuse to let you guys down." His cheeks turned slightly pink, as if someone had pinched him. "To let you down."

For some reason that sentence caused her heart to flutter like a butterfly. Just for a second.

"I- No it's fine it's-" she kept shaking her head, "We all go through things like that and it- It's okay. I get it, believe me. I'm going through something similar right now." She chewed on the inside of her cheek, crossing her arms. She noticed Peter watching her with curiosity.

"Really?"

The girl shrugged. "Yeah, it's the, eh, neighbourhood-project I told you about. It's…" She considered her words carefully before continuing, "It's taking a lot of time and is something I really have to do, but I'm struggling with balancing everything else. I haven't slept in like two weeks," she laughed in an attempt to brighten the mood a little but Peter wasn't fooled.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, trying to catch her eyes.

"I'm fine." Cindy looked up at him with a smile plastered on her lips and blinked softly. "It's just like you said, I have to figure some stuff out."

Peter was quiet for a moment before speaking up.

"If you ever need to, we can figure it out together. I just mean, if you need to talk to someone."

"Yeah, you too. You're not alone." She looked up and found him smiling softly at her. Unable to hold it back she smiled back and looked down. The strands of hair that fell into her face were pushed back behind her hair, only to fall back down again.

"Here." It was only a whisper as Peter leaned forward and held out his hand toward her, gently drawing back her hair with his index finger. It brushed against her cheek, making it tingle, but lingered for a moment.

She looked up and found Peter's eyes on hers, all warm and fudgy, barely a foot away. His lips were slightly parted.

For a moment they just looked into each other's eyes.

"Hurm," Peter cleared his throat and used the very same hand he'd touched her with to scratch a spot behind his ear. Even though he looked away he hadn't moved back. "So, do you think we should plan in some more study sessions next week? You know, to keep each other on track. We'll still have to work on Mr. Herman's assignment, it would be nice to get a head's start."

Cindy nodded quickly, looking anywhere but at him. "Yeah, that sounds good."

"What day is the play?"

"Next thursday".

"Right."

Once again, silence. Even though she'd told Sally her secret, Peter was the only one she had shared her genuine concerns with. There was something odd about that.

Cindy dared glancing at him, cheeks slightly flushed. He looked so different from what he had been a month or so back: his features were sharper, the few pimples that had been on his temples for the past couple of years were gone, and there was something else… Something she couldn't put her finger on. A confidence or an aura she'd never seen in him.

Peter turned his head slightly and upon finding her looking at him he smiled warmly. He leaned back into the couch, still close to her, and used the backrest to support his elbow, leaning his head on his hand. A force within Cindy's chest urged her to move a few inches closer.

God, Peter. He was kind, he was sympathetic, he was intelligent and funny. He'd been genuinely sorry for upsetting her, even though he'd been oblivious as to what he'd done. She knew now that she was ready to put that whole thing behind her.

Peter, with the warm eyes that glowed almost golden in sunlight, and a wry, mischievous smile that made her heart tingle. And he was sitting on her couch.

"I really like your hair," Peter mumbled with a goofy grin on his lips, his eyes darting over her hair, only to land back on her eyes. She felt that urge tugging her toward him again. Then there was another tingling feeling as well, only not as nice…

"How's it going? Have you finished yet?"

Even though she had seen it coming Cindy still jumped a little by surprize, smiling through clenched jaws.

"We just finished, dad," she replied with annoyance. Her fingers fiddled with one of the ends on a cushion. She'd done it so much over the years that it was almost ruined.

"So, Peter, are you staying for dinner? I'm making wok!" Cindy's father used the pair of chopsticks as a fencing sword as he mimicked sparring moves, one arm behind his back and all. Cindy buried her face in her hands but Peter just laughed.

"Thanks but I have to get back to May, I promised to help with dinner." Her father nodded.

"By the way, the two of you are welcome over next saturday. Since we had to cancel dinner, what was it, two weeks ago?" Three, Cindy thought. "Can you guys make it?"

"Oh." Her dad probably didn't notice, but Cindy found something calculative in Peter's eyes along with disappointment. "Yeah I think we can. I'll let her know."

"Great, see you next week then." Her dad used the chopsticks as drumsticks now to declare his way back into the kitchen. Dear God, no wonder A.J. was the way he was. She thought she was supposed to be the kid.

"I'm sorry about him," Cindy groaned once he was gone and pinched the bridge of her nose. Peter just laughed.

"No I like your dad, he reminds me of Ben." Peter smiled to himself, looking down at his crossed arms as some memory played in his mind. "He really liked your dad."

Cindy didn't know how to respond. This was the first time she had heard him mention Ben since he passed away and she really didn't know how to respond. It felt like anything she'd say would be inappropriate.

"I guess I better go," Peter continued and started packing down his things. "May's not gonna stop calling if I'm not home on time." Cindy quirked a brow at him and upon noticing, Peter grimached. "I might have broken curfew a few times this week."

She shook her head at him, pulling back her short hair into a half-decent bun. "You're a wild man, Peter Parker."


"Well that cloud looks like a duck. And that one looks like… A flower? Oh for God's sake who am I kidding – it's a pineapple."

Cindy was bored. Or rather, Silk was bored. The newest addition to New York's superhero group was laying on her back on the roof of a parking house, fully dressed in her home-made suit. It was quite nice weather, not too cold. A bit windy. Can't complain when you can climb on walls though. The early sunset painted the clouds all yellow and pale blue.

"Aaand that one looks like a messed up butterfly."

The odd girl sat up and looked at her watch. The numbers "17:31" beamed up at her. One of two things could be happening right now: either they were one minute late, or Martin had sold her out and she would have to kick his ass, if Sally didn't beat her to it.

She peeked over the edge of the building but the alley below was empty. She knew this, she would have heard if as much as a cat would have passed by.

"You can't trust gangsters these days," she muttered and shook her head only to tense up a fraction of a second later. Someone was whistling softly in the distance and heading toward her. No wait, there were three pairs of footsteps. She closed her eyes and listened.

The first pair were quite rapid and light, like the person in question was in a hurry and urging the other ones forward. They had a clicking noise to them meaning they had a short heel, but they were a bit too heavy to be a woman, Cindy figured.

The second pair were clearly a woman wearing high heels. Soft but determined.

The third pair were heavy and stubborn and clearly belonged to a man. No one would get past him and no one could force him to stop, he had no regard how he got to the place he was going to as long as he got there. Cindy immediately thought of the russian guy she had seen a few nights ago.

"Shut it, Lionel, you're giving me a headache," a woman with a rich, slightly raspy voice. Cindy peeked over the edge of the building and found the three of them about thirty yards away and turns our she'd been right: two men and one woman. She recognized the two men from two nights ago, Mr. Handsome and Mr. Russian-guy, but the lady was new. She was very pretty with straight, dark hair that reached to her shoulders and high cheekbones that complemented her narrow eyes.

The handsome man – Lionel – did shut up but also pulled the woman to a halt by her waist and all but kissed the ruby red off her lips. "Is that better?" he smirked. The woman hit him on his upper arm but smiled.

"Move your arses," the russian man called over his shoulder, his accent thick. He was clearly not amused.

At this point Cindy pulled up a small gopro camera from the bag she had brought with her, this was Sally's idea. Record everything.

"Come on, they're not even here," Mr. Handsome argued and threw his arms out his sides, letting them hang in the air. The russian guy – who's name Cindy still didn't know – glanced at him over his shoulder before entering the parking house by a metal case on the side. The two lovebirds followed behind, Lionel with his hand on his girl on a very inappropriate place.

Jeeze.

Cindy heard them climbing up to the second level of the three story building and jumped down so that she was on the wall right outside. She could peek in through some teardrop-shaped holes in the wall so there was a low risk that they would notice her.

From where she was now she had a much better view of them.

Lionel she had seen before and he looked just as smart as the last time with his water-combed hair and cheekbones that could cut through glass. He was dressed in a grey coat over an also grey suit and she couldn't help but think that he might as well be on the run from a Downton Abbey set.

His girlfriend or wife or whatever was if possible even more gorgeous, even though her lipstick was slightly smooched. She was wearing a beige coat over an expensive grey shirt and white pants. Cindy noticed now that she had honey-brown eyes that seemed to shine despite being indoors.

Where the hell did the Kingpin find these people, the Victoria's secret after party?

Their russian friend, however, seemed to prove some two-out-of-three rule because despite being large and muscular, there was something about him that made Cindy's gut wrench. Maybe it was the long scar that reached from his eyebrow down to his upper lip.

Now, back to business.

Cindy knew they were here to meet up with some buyers of some sort, although Martin hadn't known exactly who or why. They were supposed to meet up around half past five, but he hadn't been too sure about that either. What he had known was that they had an important part to play in this whole cardhouse that was the Kingpin's plan and that it they couldn't get a deal then there was pretty much no reason for him to want Oscorp's information. Meaning her dad would go free.

"Babe do you have a ciggy?" the woman asked and turned to Lionel who opened his coat to dig through his inner pocket, taking out a pack and lighter. She gave him a smooch before bringing the white cylinder up to her lips and setting it on fire, before passing it on to the russian guy.

"Alexei?" she asked but he shook his head.

"Those are for pussies," he laughed grimly and the other two snickered along, even though the lady threw the things at him. He just tossed them back to his friend.

"Fuck why are they so late?" she complained and looked down at her expensive watch. "If they don't show up soon I don't know what I'll do," she continued in a calm voice and raised a brow, taking another drag of the cigarette as the two men snickered. There was something deadly about that woman, Cindy realized now.

"Poor bastards," Alexei muttered and spat on the ground. "Won't stand a chance." He sniggered to himself but stopped upon receiving a sharp look from her.

"Come on, Kitty-cat, it was joke," Lionel mused and wrapped an arm around his girl.

"Don't call me that." Kitty took a step to the side and turned around a little, in Cindy's direction. Luckily, her senses warned her in time and she managed to duck before being seen. "You know I don't like it."

"Sorry, babe. I'm sure they'll be here soon."

The sound of her heels faded and Cindy realized she'd gone back to her colleagues. Cindy's head popped back up again.

"Of course they will. They need the particle to rise again," Kitty replied coolly. "They owe us twenty million dollars. If they don't show up I will hunt them down and they know it."

God, Cindy thought, who the hell was this chick?

Before the three musketeers could continue their conversation the sound of screeching tires filled the air and it was so loud Cindy had to cover her eyes. Lucky her that her feet could stick onto the building.

The distant car continued its wild drive and the noise grew louder and louder, until finally a neat, black audi pulled around the corner and screeched to a stop just a few feet before hitting them. The driver must really have a live-fast-die-young attitude…

As the door to the driver's seat opened Cindy's body tensed up, she made sure to place the gopro in one of the holes so that she didn't have to fiddle with it but could instead focus on what was going on.

A tall, dark man clad in a smart, black attire stepped out of the driver's seat and moved toward the small group of three. A pair of pitch black glasses covered his eyes. Behind him three other men stepped out but it was clear that the man in the front was the one doing business.

"Miss," he greeted and held out a hand toward Kitty who calmly placed her hand in his, and smirked as he bent down to kiss it. Lionel didn't seem as amused.

"Ah, Mr. Kaiser," she greeted back and flashed him a bright smile. "For a moment there I believed you weren't showing up." The man licked his upper lip, a move that didn't exactly radiate confidence.

"Just some traffic issues, I assure," he replied and placed his hands in his front pockets. "I wouldn't miss seeing you for the world." His grin was just as bright as hers.

For a moment they were all just staring at each other, waiting for the other one's move. Finally, Kitty laughed out loud.

"Of course." She flicked her hair and tilted her head in a challenging manner. "I assume you have the money?"

"Yes, of course, Miss," the tall man replied. He snapped with his fingers and one of the guys behind him walked up with a metal case and handed it over to him. "And, with all due respect, I expect you have the information promised? Are you close?"

"Unfortunately we have been delayed, but the prints will soon be in our hands." Her smile was sweet but her gaze could have cut through lead. "Next time I assure you that we will have-"

"Hey I told you to stop!"

A voice – more soft than sharp – cut through the air and echoed between the stone walls. Everyone looked in the direction the voice had come from.

Kitty, Mr. Handsome, and Alexei shared a look of suspicion and confusion, while Mr. Kaiser and his company stared down the parking lots in fright. Cindy looked as well, her eyebrows so high up on her forehead that they almost disappeared into her hair.

A small figure dressed in red and blue appeared out of nowhere, jumping up from the space where the cars drove up to this level, about one hundred yards away. They shot out some kind of rope that attached to the roof and swung forward. What the-

"Fuck!" the dark man swore and all but dove into the car, his men copying his move.

Cindy reacted instantly and jumped up onto the railing, one hand on the stone below her and the other ready to shoot out web. In the chaos, no one had noticed her.

Shit. Shit shit shit! She had worked so hard to get her and get all this information and here this guy came along and screwed it all up!

Both Lionel and Alexei had taken a few steps backwards, the latter one had pulled out a gun, but Kitty stood like a rooted tree, staring holes into the red-and-blue thing. Cindy watched the person swing closer and closer as the audi shot backwards like a rocket and spun around like you see in action movies. All of the sudden the swinging person seemed to slip or something and headed straight into a pillar, missing the raging car with inches.

"Hey!" they shouted and shot out that rope again, attaching it to the back of the car and being tugged after with a regretful "oh!" and ending up being dragged along the ground.

Now that's it!

Without thinking twice Cindy shot out a whole bunch of sticky web that caught on the person's back and pulled them backwards. They couldn't ruin this for her, they just couldn't! If they were to harm or turn in the buyers then she'd never stop the Kingpin!

"Come on!" Cindy heard Lionel yell and from the corner of her eye she noticed him grab hold of Kittys arm and pulling her away from the fight. She had to let them go, this she knew.

The teenage girl darted forwards towards the person now laying on the ground. When she was just a few yards away they looked up and upon seeing her coming at them they jumped up at the ceiling, grabbed on with their hands and swung their whole body attempting to kick her.

Now, Cindy's Silk-sense might go off like a crazy alarm at a fly or a person coughing or whatever, but in a fight it was sure as hell there for her.

She smoothly slid under the person and grabbed one of their legs, pulling them down into the ground and was just about to wbb them stuck as they rolled over and shot up into the roof again. The two of them were completely alone now, all the other bad guys had left. This one, however, she would turn in to the police with pleasure.

"Who are you?" she yelled at the thing crawling on the roof like a fly, annoyingly jumping from side to side. Instead of replying they shot a string of rope at her – which she obviously avoided – and she realized that it wasn't rope, it was web. "Who are you?" she demanded again through clenched teeth.

"Who are you!" the person yelled back before jumping at her. Despite Cindy's quick reflexes this was a bit too fast for her and she was thrown against the ground, landing headfirst. Without missing a beat she used the momentum to continue backwards in a roll and using her feet to kick him off once her shoulder blades was the only part of her touching the ground.

They person hurtled through the air and fell upside-down straight into a car so hard that it was pushed into the next standing vehicle.

"I am Silk!" Cindy screamed at them while scrambling to her feet. Her head was aching, her butt as well, and her hair was completely messed up.

"I thought you were good," the person in front of her panted in a high-pitched voice, standing on all fours. She couldn't quite place the voice, either it had to be quite a rough girl or a younger man. In a way it was oddly familiar.

"I am good," Cindy grunted as she lurched forwards, "at kicking your butt!"

The person had barely gotten to their feet when Cindy planted a fierce kick in their side, just below their ribs, that she had learned the previous night. Signing up for that class was the best decision ever.

Once again she tried to web them up, this time against a pillar but they jumped up into the ceiling again and fired their own webs at her. One caught her ankle and stuck her foot to the ground, but she could easily rip it off. It wasn't at all like her own.

Upon realizing this the person dropped to the ground and advanced to hand to hand combat, swinging his fists at her. For each punch she had to take a step backwards to avoid it until she found a good moment to much back at their unprotected chest. It worked once. It didn't work twice. Her hands were caught in a death-grip. Whoever this person was they were clearly stronger than her.

She was spun around and pushed into their chest as their arms locked around her like chains. She tried to wiggle out of it, even step on his feet and pushing him off but nothing worked. Every curse word she had ever heard rolled through her mind and in the middle of it all her sensed picked up something new, the smell of roses. They had to be close to a florist.

Adrenaline pumped through Cindy's veins and something she'd seen on tv not too long ago popped into her head.

Leaning her head forwards as much as she could she gathered force to smash it backwards and straight into their nose. She heard the person groan loudly and felt something warm and sticky in her hair – blood. The distraction caused the grip around Cindy to loosen up only for a second but it was all she needed to break free. Twirling around she grabbed hold to the person's upper arm and collar – like she'd learned in class – and threw them out an opening in the wall – something she hadn't learned in class.

They fell with a slightly panicked inhale and Cindy jumped after, landing in a cat-like position on the railing. The red-and-blue figure climbed swiftly up a wall before jumping over to the opposite one and Cindy jumped after. For a few moments all they did was jumping after each other in a bizzare game of tag until – finally – Cindy managed to kick them in the gut so hard that they were thrown back-first into the wall. Without missing a beat she quickly covered their hands and feet with web, before continuing with their legs and abdomen.

She had won. She had actually won!

"Hey!" the person in front of her exclaimed nervously.

She jumped across the alleyway to the wall she had caught her fly on and walked up to them, leaning forward so their faces were just inches apart. Her dark eyes stared into what looked like two black bottle caps with white paper glued onto them.

"You have no idea how much I hate you," she groaned, shaking her head. For a second she actually considered punching them across the face but decided against it. "Now, let's see who you are."

"No, please no-no-no-"

Cindy grabbed hold of the end of the red mask and pulled it over her head and nearly crapped herself.

In the fraction of a second her legs paralyzed and she jumped backwards, grabbing onto the wall behind her. The mask had fallen to the ground below.

Fudgy, panicked eyes stared at her.

"Please, get me out of this, please!" The panic in Peter's voice cut through her heart like a knife.

What the hell- What the actual hell was he doing? No, she had to be drugged or something, this couldn't be real.

But she wasn't, and it was.

"I promise," Peter pled, "let me go and I won't come after you."

"P- Peter?" It was just a faint whisper but he heard it. His whole body tensed and the alarm on his features doubled.

"Wha- Wha… How…" He really couldn't find his words. "How do…"

Slowly, Cindy reached up her hand to her face, letting her fingers brush against her cheek. She carefully let the tip of her index finger slide underneath her mask and slowly pulled it down. Soon enough, it was hanging around her neck. Peter's eyes widened.

"Cindy?"


And there we go! Not-so-secret identities any longer! What are their reactions to one another? Will Peter help her with taking down the Kingpin? Why is Cindy so obsessed with roses? Soo many questions and maybe you have more: just hit me!

I am SO excited because while writing this, I realized I can implement a character from the comics that's gonna be awesome, and the character was actually hinted in this chapter! Obviously not Spider-man… Please share you're guesses with me, it would be so cool if some hardcore fans managed to figure it out :D

Also, don't forget that I frequently update in my profile how far I've gotten with the next chapter, so if you're ever curious, just take a look there. Now some incorrect quotes before I fall of this chair and fall asleep on the floor…

Sally: We're so in sync we finish each other's–
Cindy: Sentences!
Sally: Bitch don't interrupt me.

I am sooo tired right now.

Peter: If we're not careful this will be the death of us, or worse…

Cindy: Worse?

Cindy: Double-death?

This one's from Modern Family, I love that show so much my heart aches.

Ned: Peter's the worst at texting.

Peter: What are you talking about? I know everything there is to know.

Peter: LOL: laughing out loud. OMG: oh my god. WTF: why the face.

Now! Goodnight/morning everybody, I really hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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