A/N: Hello and thank you to the people who have followed this story! It means so much to me that we already got some support! From now on, I'll upload a new chapter every week. Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE: A FRIENDLY NEIGHBOR

The docks on New York's lower east side weren't where Peter Parker wanted to typically spend his nights, especially weeknights. The 24-year-old College graduate however, had no real choice in the matter. Parker led a double life. Most days, he was a mild-mannered lab assistant, but what very few people knew was that he had been for the past 8 years a vigilante known as Spider-Man. He slinked across one of the sky cranes across the docks, clad in a red and blue suit made of a unique polymer fiber and Kevlar, it was durable and allowed Parker to use his great agility and flexibility with no restrictions.

Adorned on his wrists were web shooters, devices he was constantly perfecting and upgrading that allowed him to shoot webs for over 100 meters, take any shape or form he desired and bind to almost anything. A genius level adhesive in its own right. His red and blue colored suit was both heroic and practical. The red parts that covered his center torso, head, boots and arms and shoulders as well as a belt, all had a unique webbing pattern. His eyes were white with a black jack o' lantern style lenses, it helped expand his sixth sense he called his spider-sense. A giant black spider ran down his torso and a similar one ran down his back, but in red. A suit he created all on his own, filled with hidden gadgets and tech. Usually, he would have moved in on the operation but not tonight. Tonight, this wasn't his plan.

Instead, it was Nightwing's plan, his best friend and ally since they were 16. Nightwing was also known as Dick Grayson, the ward of Billionaire Bruce Wayne and the original Robin to Batman. Now a hero in his own right, Nightwing has worked in tandem with Spider-Man on stopping Black Mask. A vicious gangster who had terrorized New York for years, Roman Sionis was on Nightwing's top priority. After months of disrupting his operations, Dick had managed to finally pinpoint Roman's hideout. The old OSCORP shipping yard. Spider-Man played on his phone as he waited, slightly bored. Finally, he heard footsteps behind him as he put his phone away.

"Sheesh what kept ya?" Said Spider-man as he stood up, stretching and turning to the crane operator booth slightly below him.

"Traffic." Said Nightwing with a smirk.

His suit was made of a similar material as Spidey's but was in black and had a large blue falcon like shape emblem that extended past his shoulders and down to his black gloves, down to the center. A black cowl hid his boyish good looks, and the center of his mask that covered his eyes and nose had a blue color similar to his emblem, although it didn't strike fear and terror, it allowed him to look more heroic compared to his counterpart, Batman.

"Traffic? You're kidding right?" Spidey asked.

Nightwing juggled with one hand his escrima stick as he continued. "Actually, blame Babs. Kept me uhh, delayed." He shrugged.

"Nice try hotshot." Said a woman's voice on both their earpieces.

"I'm staying outta this." Said Spider-Man.

"Smart, Peter." Said the voice with a sarcastic tone.

Nightwing walked with perfect balance on the boom and stood right next to Spidey, surveying the scene before them. He tapped a button on his domino mask and it activated two small sonar like lenses to come down over the eye holes.

Spidey used his spider-sense to do the same as well. Dick stroked his chin and his index finger tapped on it for a moment as they observed the handful of armed guards

"This is your play; you tell me what you wanna do." Said Spider-Man.

"Hey Barb? Knock out the lights on Pier 39." Nightwing says with a strategy in mind. Watching intently as the business suit clad gangsters armed with machine guns start to panic as the lights all around them went out within an instant.

One of the thugs cocked his large machine gun and got ready. "We ain't alone boys!" He shouted.

"Thanks Babe." Said Nightwing.

"Anytime" replied Barbara.

"Aww you two are just the cutest." Spider-Man jokes, Nightwing just smirks.

They both leap into action as the henchmen fired aimlessly into the darkness. Spider-Man web yanked away most of the assault rifles as Nightwing disarmed the final two henchmen, there were now 9 against 2. In unison, Nightwing and Spider-Man worked as a team. Nightwing used his escrima sticks and acrobats to confuse and overwhelm 4 men at once, knocking one thug out with a throw with his escrima stick. Spider-man yanking it at another thug, 2 down 7 to go. Nightwing leapt over a thug and stunned him with a hit of the stick. Then a hard mule kick across the yard. Spider-Man threw a series of right hooks and left hooks and finished off his current enemy with a flip kick. After mere seconds, only one thug was left. The two heroes just looked at him. He grabbed a crowbar and shook.

"St-stay back! I'm warning y-you!" He said with fear in his voice.

"Dude, really?" NIghtwing said in annoyance.

"Just tell us where Sionis is and we'll go easy." Said Spider-Man as he crossed his arms.

"He's inside, makin' a deal!"

"With who?" Said Nightwing.

"Don't know the guy's name, just calls himself Kingpin. Look, that's all I know I swear!"

Spider-Man and Nightwing just shrugged and Spider-Man would web the thug up along with the rest of the goons in a giant web, like they were flies, waiting for police arrival.

Roman Sionis was a vicious gangster. Known as the Black Mask, his ruthlessness knew no bounds. Dressed in a sharp 3-piece white suit with a black skull mask on his face, Sionis took stock of the gun he had grabbed from the weapons crate placed in the van.

The gangster was surrounded by his men, completely unaware of what occurred outside. He looked at the other suited men across from him, all heavily armed. The Kingpin's men. Roman was annoyed that this 'Kingpin' didn't show.

"So, satisfied?" asked one of the Kingpin's goons, eyeing up Sionis.

Sionis let out a deep growl under his Black skull mask and said "Don't look at me boy."

"Better watch who ya talk to, we're Kingpin's boys!" Said the young goon. Sionis scoffed as did his more experienced henchmen. He was about to retaliate when the lights went out.

Gunfire went off from all over! Muzzle flash cut through the cover of darkness, only briefly illuminating the two costume-clad heroes as they led their assault on the gangs. After minutes of confusion and chaos, the lights went back on and Roman Sionis was tied up in a web, unmasked and his goons and the gun dealers were all defeated. Spider-Man hung upside down on a web line as Nightwing leaned against a nearby wall.

"Who's Kingpin?" Asked Nightwing.

"Go to Hell freak! You ain't the bat!" Hissed Sionis.

"You know, I wouldn't really test fate right now, Roman. Odds aren't in your favor." Said Spider-Man as Nightwing walked up to Roman who scowled at the vigilante.

"Last chance, Sionis. Who. Is. Kingpin?" He repeated with a stern and authoritative voice.

There was silence shared by the three men, sirens could be heard outside.

"You think if I knew I'd tell you!?" Growled Roman.

Nightwing smirked as Spider-Man shot a web to a nearby skylight and zipped away.

"Thanks buddy, told me everything I need to know. This was great Roman, I really had fun!" Said Nightwing as he grappled away.

The police burst in shortly after, a swarm of SWAT teams came and stormed the place, cutting Spider-Man's webs and arresting everyone. Roman Sionis's mouth was webbed shut and his mask was left on the floor with a note. Commissioner Jim Gordon, who led the raid, lowered his weapon as he grabbed the mask. The hardened copper haired cop motioned for one of his men to free Sionis as he read the small note attached.

Courtesy of your friendly neighborhood watch.

The Commissioner just smirked as he knew exactly who it was from.

"Alright boys load up Mr. Sionis and his buddies." He ordered.

He sighed and opened some gum, tossing it nonchalantly into his mouth and vigorously chewing it. He looked around briefly before Sionis was handcuffed. He was happy, of course, as He saw Sionis get loaded into the SWAT van with his goons. This had been a long time coming. But what Jim Gordon wasn't thrilled about, was how Sionis was apprehended. He pondered whether or not to pursue the two vigilantes who had just helped him capture them. As he radioed in for further officers to secure the scene, he looked over at Sionis who was sitting there, stewing in his own rage. His mouth had been cut free from the webbing.

"Think you're smart, eh?" Said Sionis as Jim smirked at him. "When I get out of here, I'm gonna-"

"If you get out, Sionis. You're looking at 20 years minimum for the weapons alone. Cooperate now, and we'll talk to a judge. Who's Kingpin?" Gordon asked as he leaned on to the van's exterior door frame. Sionis just spat at him.

"You think if I knew I'd even tell you, screw you!"

Jim wiped his face and just scoffed. He closed the doors and patted the van on the side as it went off with Sionis.

"Should've kept the webbing on." Commissioner Gordon said to himself as he went about securing the remainder of the crime scene.

Spider-Man and Nightwing traversed the city. Albeit by different means. Nightwing on his high-tech motorcycle, and Spider-Man using his web shooters and agility to swing through New York's incredible skyline. Spider-Man loved this town. When he swung through the skyscrapers that cut through the sky, he felt as if he was one with NY. He'd do anything for his home. And in many ways, he had. He had sacrificed so much to protect it. Almost flunking school, missing friends, birthdays, relationships. Sometimes he asked himself if it was worth it. He often wondered how his colleague, Dick Grayson, Nightwing did it? He had a healthy relationship, was a hero in his own right, and seemed to have a healthy circle of friends. Peter definitely included. They had been friends for years, best friends even. Ever since Dick was known as Robin, the sidekick to Batman. Batman, a vigilante if not the first vigilante NY had ever seen. A brilliant detective, a master martial artist, and a genius. It was now wonder how he pulled off effectively a one-man operation. Peter could barely do that himself, sometimes.

"You're quiet." Said Dick on the comms. Spider-Man had now landed on a gargoyle on the Chrysler building.

"I mean, I guess the three of us could celebrate once we're back?" Said Peter as he sat down on one of his favorite spots, taking in the view of Manhattan.

"I already ordered some Chinese." Said Barbara.

"Nice" Replied Dick as he drove through the side streets and back alleys of Manhattan, the wind picking up as he zipped through the streets.

Spider-Man still sat on his perch, deep in thought. Thinking of the past 9 years. How he began due to the death of his uncle, a death he could've prevented. How he spent a year under the tutelage of The Batman, alongside Dick. Ultimately, Peter felt that Batman lost sight of his own goals, his own sense of justice. He just couldn't be associated with that anymore. It's not why Peter became a hero. Peter became a hero to help those who were in need, not some agent of vengeance. A reminder went off on Peter's phone, he reached for it and read the lit-up screen that left a blue hue on the front of his mask. It was a message that read.

"Parker! You're late for the gene splicing follow up! Where are you!?"

Peter gulped under his mask as he put away his phone and leapt off the building.

"Sorry guys, I gotta help out at the lab, save me a plate?"

Dick just scoffed.

"Yeah, I'll save you a plate." Said Barbara.

"Night Pete." Said Dick and Barbara.

Peter switched off comms as he zipped and swung throughout the city he loved, New York City. A city he's vowed to protect at all costs, but at some point, Peter Parker would have to surface. Especially when it came to his job and Langstrom and Connors research and technologies. A small research company located in a small warehouse space in New York's East Village. Only accessible via an elevator, Peter would improvise by stashing a backpack with a pair of clothes and his white lab coat in the elevator shaft. Having done this hundred if not thousands of times, he changed quickly and entered the lab through the elevator. The lab was large, full of equipment and charts for Vampire Bats, the current subject of study. Peter observed the small bat in containment, playfully named Bruce.

"Bruce has shown no change in molecular structure since we injected him with formula 66." said Doctor Curt Connors.

A middle-aged, blonde-haired man who lost his right arm years ago in an accident. A man whose patience had worn thin and had a temper. And right now, Peter was his target.

"Where were you?" He asked sternly.

Peter ran his hand through his short brown hair and tried to quickly think of an excuse.

"I uhh…"

Curtis tapped his fingers on the desk and raised a brow as he sat back in his chair. Peter had fought psychopaths, violent gangsters, super villains with powers, and yet none were as tough as Curt.

Curtis let out a deep, but frustrated sigh as he pushed up on the nose of his glasses, silent and frustrated.

"It's midnight, I do have a wife and son who'd like to know that I exist in their lives, Mr. Parker. Run some tests on Bruce and see if there's any change to his hearing. I began writing formula 66, feel free to continue it if you want."

Peter nodded as he sat down where Curtis was sitting and observed the equations he had written on the chalkboard. Doctor Connors hit the button for the elevator and Peter turned to him before it arrived.

"I really am sorry." He said genuinely.

"Actions, Parker. Actions are louder. Goodnight." Said Curtis before he left. Peter sighed and turned to the sleeping Bat that was upside down on a small branch in the tank.

"Great job, Pete." He sighed.

As he focused on his work, observing molecules and taking notes, he reviewed the triumph of the night. Bringing down that scumbag Black Mask. Even if Connors was mad at him, it still felt good. As he wrote in addition to the formula the senior scientist had made in a year's worth of progress. He knew how important this was to Connors and didn't want to let him or Langstrom down.

Lost in his thoughts, he too had lost track of time. 2 am. He had been up for almost 24 hours now. There was only one thing and one thing only that could keep him going, to make it up. Coffee.

Letting out a deep yawn, Peter got up and went over to the small lounge area off to the side which consisted of an old couch, a microwave on a table next to a coffee maker and a few drawers that had snacks. In the corner was a mini-fridge and opposite the couch was a TV.

Peter made some coffee and turned on the TV, watching an episode of "The Gray Ghost Strikes Again!" an old black and white serial from the 1940's about a detective like vigilante known as The Gray Ghost. A charming millionaire by day, and a dark detective by night. Peter smirked as it reminded him of someone he knew.

He felt a surge of energy as he sipped the coffee. Much needed energy was granted to him as the coffee worked its magic. He continued to work into the morning until he eventually fell asleep, making it up to Gwen by finishing her work. A gentle hand woke him up and he looked up to see Francine and Kirk Langstrom entering the lab as Francine smiled at him while Kirk put away his coat.

"Ugh, what time is it?" Peter groaned.

"About 7:15. Have you been here all night?" Asked Kirk.

Peter yawned and stretched, nodding his head as he did so. He had fallen asleep at his work desk.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry, Doctor Langstrom, Doctor Connors texted me and I was running late and he-"

"Needed you to check on Bruce, I presume? Any luck with the formula?" Asked Francine as she stirred a cup of coffee handing it to Peter. Who took it graciously and drank it as if it was water in the Sahara.

"It's uhh...partially complete." He groaned as he rubbed his eyes.

"It's fine, Parker. Francine and I will take over. Take the rest of the morning off, go home. Rest." Said Kirk, smiling at him.

Peter nodded as he stood up, stretched once more this time a deep yawn escaping from his lips as his eyes shut tight. As the yawn ended, he smiled at Francine and Kirk, the latter of whom were already feverishly continuing Formula 66.

"Rest, Parker." Ordered Francine.

He nodded and proceeded to the elevator. As the doors closed, he leapt to the ceiling and slid open the rear panel and crawled out, putting the panel back in its place as he did so.

Shortly afterwards, Spider-Man leapt out of the door to the roof and began his morning patrol. Moving with his usual speed and agility, he was a force to be reckoned with as adrenaline pumped through his veins. This felt good. This made him feel alive. As he swung, he sent a text to Connors informing him of the update.

He replied with a simple "Thanks."

The Gene-splicing formula would mean potential advancement in medical science, combining elements with various species of Bats and the regenerative properties of reptilian DNA could lead to advancements in medicine unlike anything seen before. Peter knew how important this was to Connors and he still felt guilty about being so late and burdening him with the extra work he was supposed to do. As he beat himself up, he decided to give back to the city he loved once more. Just because Sionis was off the streets didn't mean crime would suddenly stop. That was never more evident than when a brazened armored truck robbery happened in broad daylight in Brooklyn. A car full of goons were exchanging gunfire with the van's security force.

"A walk in the park!" Spider-Man thought as he swung off a web and went in for an overhead strike towards one of the goons.

That is until he heard the most unusual, guttural, almost monstrous sound, which triggered his spider-sense.

"Tick….tock…. feed...THE CROC!" said the strange sounding voice as the ground shook from beneath everyone.

The goons laughed as they took cover in a nearby alley as asphalt and cement cracked as if Hell was bursting beneath the surface. Instead, a hand shot out, but it was no ordinary hand, this was a large hand, larger than Peter's body even, scaled like a crocodile, with 1-foot-long nails that were filed into claws. Spider-man dodged the swipe and helped get people away as the police started to arrive, although back up was immediately requested. Brooklyn now looked like something out of a monster movie as soon, a 10-foot tall being stood, hovering over them all. His skin covered in scales like a crocodile, his eyes beady and his teeth razor sharp, this wasn't a regular super criminal…

"Time...to...feast!" Hissed Killer Croc as he swiped at Spider-Man who dodged out of the way and webbed his face.

Croc roared and tried to rip the webbing off, Spider-man then went in to kick him from the air, only for Croc to grab him and slam him into a nearby stone wall. Croc would then free the webbing from his face and charge at Spider-Man who dodged yet again.

"Woah! Easy there Godzilla!" Taunted Spider-man.

"I'll tear off your skin, bug!" Hissed Croc as they faced each other, Spider-Man assuming a crouch, ready to move at a moment's notice.

"Dude, I'm sorry, but that is the grossest thing anyone's ever said to me. Well, okay. Second grossest!" He teased as Croc went in to leap at Spider-Man who used his feet to strike Croc on his chest and kick him back.

The monster hissed and got back up like nothing happened. Spider-man looked up at him and noticed something odd. Despite all the rubble, the broken concrete, bent rebar and steel...despite everything going on as Police set up blockades and barriers...Peter came to a realization. Croc was only targeting him. Even as the police opened fire at him, their bullets doing nothing to him, his only target seemed to be Spider-man. Spider-man and Croc continued their cat and mouse game, a swipe from the claws here, a dodge there. Webbing could not hold him, Croc didn't seem to be tiring down, but neither was Spider-Man. Frustrated, Croc threw a taxi cab at the web slinger who returned with a brilliant shot of webbing that caught the car, throwing it right back at Croc!

"Hey look, I know taxi rates are insane nowadays but you can't just throw cabs buddy!" Said Spider-man.

The car did nothing as Croc swiped it away. Croc smirked as he loomed over Spider-Man

"He told me you talked too much...when I kill you, I'll bring your head to my boss!" He hissed as he was able to catch the slinky web slinger by his leg and throw him into the ground, hard. Stomping on him for good measure.

Spider-Man moaned in pain as Croc lifted the armored car high above his head. Everyone watched in awe as Croc smiled.

"Mr. Sionis sends his regards!" He declared as he was about to slam the truck down...but instead all Peter saw was…Red.

Two hands caught the truck as a red cape flowed and two red boots pressed deep into the ground. The red and blue clad hero with a large Red S housed in a black shield crest with a gold trim, a light blue bodysuit with a gold belt that rested just above the hips, a pair of silver bracers that adorned each wrist. The hero in question was a woman, Superwoman. Who held the truck with both her hands high above her head blowing a strand of black hair out of her face as she smiled.

"Need a hand?" asked the heroine as she threw the truck at Croc, who growled as he slashed through it.

Superwoman stood in front of Spider-man and the civilians behind them. Her features twisted into a stern expression as her blue eyes pierced at Croc.

"I'd stop now while you can still walk." The heroine declared as she assumed a familiar stance, hands on hips.

Spider-Man slowly stood up, ready to get back in the fight.

"Dude, stay down, I got this. Ok?" Superwoman whispered, averting attention away from Croc who charged at the heroes.

Spider-Man dodged and Superwoman grit her teeth as she delivered a fierce uppercut to Killer Croc, knocking out some teeth and sending him flying in the process.

"Told ya." She joked as she dusted her hands.

SHIELD began to descend on Brooklyn, capturing the monster with a large collar attached to a pole, as well as his associates. Croc was restrained by the device that would shock him if he tried to resist. He was loaded up into a large security van as EMT's were dispatched to any hurt civilians.

"Superwoman." Said the heroine as she extended her hand. Spider-Man took it and shook it.

"Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man." he greeted back. "So, any relation to the big guy?"

Superwoman gave him a playful smirk. "Maybe."

She instantly turned her head and saw a truck Croc had flipped over, two EMTs were struggling to get a civilian free of the truck's cab. Without a second thought, Superwoman grabbed the cab and lifted it high above her head, exerting strength that even put Spider-Man in awe as he helped them get the civilian out. Once the person was taken away, she set it down with a deep breath preceding it.

"Phew! What do they make those things out of, adamantium!?" She joked as she wiped her brow.

She smiled as Spider-Man returned a lost kid to his mom. Flying away to a nearby rooftop and sitting on its ledge, not wanting to overshadow the police, SHIELD or EMT's, she watched intently. Crowds gathered in awe of her appearance, much like they did with Superman. She smiled as she heard a landing right behind her. Turning around she saw Spider-Man, perched on the small roof access door.

"So, you move like him, fight like him, dress like him, but the big guy never mentioned you before. Who are you?" He asked again.

Smirking yet again, Superwoman put her hands on her hips, assuming the famous pose. She breaks it, laughing, easing any tension.

"I'm a friend, don't worry." She assured him with a smile.

Spider-Man made a glorious leap and landed right in front of her. She did a small clap, eyebrow raised as she did so.

"What?" He asked as he crossed his arms and cocked his head.

"Oh, nothing except you totally did that on purpose." Superwoman observed.

"What can I say? I like to show off. What's your story?" Asked Spider-Man.

"What fun would that be if I told you?" She teased, winking at him.

Spider-Man rubbed his chin with his thumb and index finger as his humble ally stood there crossing her arms. Both heroes were effectively studying the other. Wondering who'd make the next move.

"So?" Said Superwoman, clearing the tension. "What, you have a high-tech suit like Stark or?"

"Nah, nothing like that. Been at this for 8 years or so, a freak accident gave me my powers." He dumbed down what actually happened, however the truth remained nonetheless.

"What kind of freak accident?" She asked in return, now genuinely curious.

Before he could answer, they both heard sirens and looked over to the street as a flurry of emergency vehicles flew down towards Harlem.

Superwoman smirked as her beautiful features went from happy to determination in seconds. As if it was a natural instinct. Spider-man took notice and before he could comment she simply said without looking.

"Race you!" She flew off, kicking up the dust from the rooftop as she flew with intensity. As if she was a jetfighter.

"Wow...uhh, okay then." Spider-Man said aloud as he began to spin a web and swung towards the situation.

A large building was on fire. The whole middle of the multi-story apartment complex burst into flames as the windows were shattered and flames roared out. Superwoman flew into the flames without hesitation, she could hear Spider-Man try to warn her, but what the webslinger didn't know was, there was crying coming from inside. Superwoman had breathed in the smoke and coughed, as she waved it away. She moved carefully as the floorboards and the building itself creaked.

"Ok...gotta move carefully...HELLO!?"

Nothing. But she could still hear the crying, which was interrupted by an occasional cough, the flames grew all around her. Engulfing everything as they spread, eating the walls around her.

"HELLO!? I'M HERE TO HELP!" She shouted over the flames.

Nothing again but that cough. And crying. She stumbled as she felt the floor sway, it broke beneath her feet and she hovered. Her suit and cape were made of Kryptonian fibers, thus protecting itself from the inferno around her.

"C'mon...c'mon…Hello!?"

She finally heard the sobbing grow louder; it was above her. Directly above her. She moved back a few paces, and calculated where she was standing in trajectory to where the source of the coughing was.

"Ok...here we go!" She exclaimed.

She flew up with her fist aimed forward and burst through the floorboards of the apartment. She saw a small child, huddled in a corner, clutching a doll. A doll of the famous Wonder Woman.

"Hey...hey…" she cooed.

The little girl, face ashen, looked up at her with eyes welled up into tears. The child couldn't be no more than 4. Superwoman landed softly on the floor and moved deftly. The child cowered in her presence. Superwoman huddled down on her haunches and took off her cape, presenting it to the girl.

"See this cape? This cape will make you big and strong. Just like her." She said pointing to the Wonder Woman doll.

"Think you can let me wrap you up in this cape and get you out of here?"

The little girl nodded her blonde head and Superwoman draped the cape around her shoulders and brought her into her arms. She held the child as tightly as she could. As if this child was the only thing that ever mattered.

"Ok...now, let's get out of here." She said, ensuring the girl with a smile.

The girl buried herself into her body. The child looked so tiny, so fragile, so scared.

"Close your eyes, ok? I'll get you to your mom."

The girl nodded and closed her eyes tight; Superwoman could feel the child gripping on to her doll tightly. Superwoman looked around, there wasn't a safe way out...flames all around. Now encased in a blaze.

"Ok...you got this! You did just fight a crocodile man thing, what's a fire? Right?" She said trying to assure herself as anxiety sunk in.

The building began to shift and the child screamed. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, coughing as the smoke entered her lungs. Without warning, the building began to collapse and screams could be heard from outside, firefighters were being evacuated by Spider-Man. Bending her knees, she leapt high into the air and didn't stop moving. Absorbing all the fire, debris, the building falling on her. It hurt, but it didn't stop her. The pain was temporary. She let out a roar deep from within as she fought the building itself and burst out from the top as it collapsed. Everyone, Spider-Man included, was in awe as she landed down, covered in soot. She handed the child to a tearful mother who looked as if she had her entire world destroyed just mere moments ago. The red cape was taken off as the child was taken over to a nearby paramedic for Oxygen. The mother would not leave her daughter's side. Superwoman grabbed her red cape as a swarm of reporters circled her.

"Who are you!?"

"What are you!?"

"Are you also from Krypton!?"

"Any relation to Superman!?"

These questions were hurled left and right. She held up a hand to try to get them to stop, but she was ignored as she began coughing. Shaking her head clear of the cough. More swarmed her and she put her cape back on and flew to a nearby rooftop where she landed roughly, almost stumbling as she landed.

Her coughing continued as she threw up. The sick spilling out all over the place.

"Great...good job, Claire. First day on the job and you puke, just like middle school all over again...blegh." She wiped her mouth with a bracer and spat out anything else remaining.

She heard a noise as a water bottle was webbed to the billboard across from her. With a note.

The Kid is gonna be ok. You did great! Figured you needed this and some space, see you around the neighborhood! - Spidey.

PS: I'm not big on journalists either, just read the Bugle sometime.