Disclaimer: First of all, I want to apologise for the horrendous first version of chapter 3, it was rushed, bland and if I'm honest sub par. I went back and wrote it better. Enjoy!

On with it! I don't own Marvel, nor do I own Spiderman. I make no profit from this story, save writing experience and the love of fans.

On with the story!

Chapter 4:

"And then there were two..."

2014

The figure took off its hood, and slowly removed its mask. Short blonde hair spilled over the figure's shoulders as she faced Peter.

"Hey Peter." Said Gwen.

Peter's jaw dropped.

"Peter... Can we talk? Somewhere more than 20 feet away from armed policemen?"

Peter was making incoherent spluttering sounds.

Gwen is 'The Spider'?! She... She stole my web gun?! She looks really pretty in a skintight leotard... Why didn't she just ask me? She's been going out at night... sneaking around at god knows when... what if she got hurt?!

"Peter..." Gwen took Peter's hand in hers. He snapped out of his reverie in an instant. He stared into Gwen's eyes.

Were they always that pretty? Peter thought as Gwen took his other hand.

"Peter... do you trust me?" She asked.

All worry faded from Peter's mind in that moment.

"Yes."

The people of New York city were used to strange things. The devil in Hell's Kitchen, The Avengers tower in uptown. That's why nobody really batted an eye while two figures were running up buildings and leaping great heights.

"What's the matter Peter, Can't keep up with a girl?" Gwen teased as she did a graceful flip backwards and a backwards handspring, leaving Peter to wallrun and jump two buildings just to get close. Gwen laughed, and to Peter her laugh sounded musical.

Gwen bent her knees and did a triple axle, and spun off a nearby flagpole, landing gracefully on a building three stories up.

"I thought you called yourself Parkour? I didn't think you just meant the part about 'parking.'" Gwen smirked from her perch.

"You haven't seen anything!" Peter said and he leaped up to her in a single bound. Gwen smirked and removed Peter's web gun, she shot a line to the building across the busy New York streets and tugged herself to the top.

In the street below cars whirred by and honked at each other like mechanical animals.

Gwen perched on the side of the building, then said: "It's over Peter! I have the high ground!"

Peter nearly burst out in laughter. He pulled a frown and narrowed his eyes at her.

"You underestimate my power!" Peter said in his best mock angry voice. He moved back on the building to get a running start.

"Don't try it!" Gwen giggled.

Peter took a breath and ran with all his might he pushed down on his legs and gave the biggest jump he could. He flew through the air cheering in unadulterated joy as the wind whipped his hair.

Too bad he overshot.

The building Peter was heading straight for was a large apartment building, from this angle Peter would crash right into the fire escape. He'd survive, but it would probably hurt. A lot.

Peter closed his eyes and held his arms over his face, bracing himself for the impact. There was a series of varied thwip! sounds and instead of hard steel, Peter was caught in a giant web. He looked around wildly, until Gwen landed on the web next to him.

"Now we can talk." Gwen said.

Peter and Gwen lay next to each other on the web, a quiet alley below them. They were talking about inconsequential things, until Peter decided to ask the question he'd been wondering about all night.

"So you're the Spider? This masked vigilante fighting crime on the streets?" Peter asked.

"Why?"

"Well, one thing is that my dad is a cop. I really look up to him. And being able to do the things I can..." she turned so that she lay facing him. "I thought I could make his job a bit easier."

"And my web-gun?"

"Well... the first time I went out, I used a pair of cuffs to nab the crook. He was a car thief, been following him for a while. Anyway, I knocked him out and cuffed him, but by the time the cops got there, he'd run away!" She laughed incredulously. "Anyway, I remembered about your weblines, so I uhm... borrowed... your web gun and found the car thief again. I extended the muzzle radius, and webbed his hands to a wall." She demonstrated, webbing an offending section of wall with a wide, flat webshot.

"Anyway, I tampered with the web gun a bit, and didn't stop using it, it worked like a charm. I thought... while you're living at our place you wouldn't miss it."

"And when we moved back home?" Peter asked.

"Well... see I thought I could reverse engineer the mechanism," She frowned. Her brows knotting together in frustration. "Turns out that is a very complicated contraption you built."

"I could always make another..." Peter said.

"Peter... why do you do it?" Gwen turned to Peter then, a questioning look in her eyes.

"Why do I do what?" asked Peter, unsuccessfully trying to play dumb.

"Why do you beat people up every night?" She pushed herself up on her elbow, so her body was raised.

"I... don't know." Peter sighed and lay down on the web. "Originally it was for money. That's why I went there in the first place. But then, whoops! turns out Fight Club is a non-profit organisation."

Gwen's mouth opened and closed. She stared at Peter with a look akin to horror.

"It was mostly just for fun after that. Part of it was getting used to my abilities. But not really." He stroked a hand through his hair.

"I guess I just needed an outlet. You know?" He looked down, afraid of her seeing the tears in his eyes.

"After... uncle Ben... I... I needed a way to vent. That's what Fight Club is. A place for people with problems, to deal with those problems in a constructive and violent way." Peter looked up at Gwen. She was listening intently as they lay on the web.

Her eyes seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. At that moment the sounds of the bustling streets and honking taxis seemed the most romantic melody they had ever heard.

Something seemed to urge them closer, like magnets they drew closer to each other. Static seemed to dance between them, their lips a paper's width apart.

The moment their lips would have met was broken as police cars by the dozen whizzed under them in hot pursuit of a bright red sportscar.

Gwen quickly sat up, blushing bright, and removed a radio from her backpack.

"I tuned it to the one my dad has, I use it to track CIPs." She explained as the handheld radio burst to life.

"Can't it wait just a bit?" Peter asked.

"-suspect en route to Queensborough bridge wanted for multiple accounts of breaking and entering, robbery, and the murder of one Ben Parker."

"Peter just hold up a-" Gwen was cut off as Peter grabbed the web gun and leapt from her web, he landed right on the roof of a yellow cab, shattering the windows.

"Peter!" Gwen shouted.

Even without his Web gun, there was no way Gwen could have kept up with Peter. He jumped from moving cars and leapt onto building walls, whenever there seemed to be a lack of climbing material, he'd launch a web line, swinging after the wailing sirens. He was moving at a superhuman speed and soon caught up to the foremost police car.

"What the hell was that?!" Officer Jean DeWolff exclaimed when the roof of their car caved in with a crunch! She moved to grab the firearm strapped to her leg but a hand smacked into hers keeping her from removing the gun.

"Keep your pants on and your hands on the wheel!" Misty Knight, her partner yelled and removed her own gun.

There was a flash of red and blue overhead and suddenly a figure landed on the roof of the stolen sports car.

"Things just got a whole lot more complicated..." Misty said as the figure punched a hole in the roof of the car.

Peter leapt from the police car onto the red sports car, the roof smacking in like tin foil. He pulled his arms up and slammed them down creating a hole in the roof of the car with little effort.

"WHAT THE SHIT?!" Yelled the driver and swerved the car to avoid a yellow cab.

Momentarily off balance Peter was flung into a nearby wall, smacking a hole in the masonry. With a growl like a dog he leapt up running with all his speed along the building.

Less than a block away the Queensborough bridge shone like a bastion.

I can't let him get to Queens! Peter ran even harder, his mere footsteps racked bricks from the wall and tore at his clothes.

Let's hope this works! Peter leapt high as he flipped from the last building, he pulled the webgun from his backpack as he went.

He aimed and fired. The tip of the web made contact with the wheel of the moving car, and all Peter had to do was keep hold of the gun as the web was wound up by the wheel.

Peter suddenly heard the web-gun make a creaking sound and grabbed hold of the web as it yanked him forward.

Up ahead the amount of web on the wheel caught against the car's rear axle. There was moment where time stood still and the wheel of the sportscar snagged.

Uh oh. Peter thought as the car spiraled out of control yanking Peter right up with it. The out of control car twisted and then started rolling, heading right for a nearby car.

NO! Not on my watch! Peter pulled on the web with all his might launching himself between the two cars, Peter braced himself and held out his arms, catching the red car just in time.

He roughly threw the car to the ground and yanked off the door. People all around got out of their cars and watched as Peter ripped the man's seatbelt off and hoisted the thief in the air. He moved his arm back ready to punch the man when he heard a loud voice over a megaphone.

"That's enough!" DeWolff was standing with her gun aimed at Peter, flanked by the megaphone wielding Misty as more police cars raced to the scene screeching tires signaling when they came to a stop.

"Drop him!" Misty shouted while Peter turned to face the assembled police. Peter looked back to his uncle's murderer with utter contempt.

"I said drop him Spider!" Misty yelled over the megaphone.

That brought Peter back to his senses instantly. He dropped the perp and turned to face the NYPD.

"You think- wait I-" The only reply he got was the sound of their guns cocking.

"Ok." Peter said crouching down low.

"Put your hands in the air! Down on the ground now!" DeWolff yelled and three officers moved closer to where Peter stood.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Misty yelled.

Seeing no other option, Peter pulled the web-gun's trigger, yanking the gun from a cop as he flipped backwards, landing on a lamp post. He shot a webline at the top of the bridge pulling himself up and swinging around. He pulled hard and launched himself out towards the city. He shot off another webline and swung away.

"c-c-c-c-c-caught by the spider, man..." mumbled the crook.

"Didn't think he was real, man." He started laughing.

"C-Caught by the spider man! Got hit by the spider man!"

Misty lowered her gun as she watched the place this "Spider" swang to.

"Strange times..." she said as the car thief was pulled towards a squad car.

As they dragged him along he sang quietly to himself.

"Spider Man, Spider Man, catch a car like Spider Man..."

Peter shot off another webline, pulling himself up over a building. He aimed and pulled the trigger again, but instead of a webline the web-gun made a crack! sound as web fluid creeped from every crack.

"AUGH!" Peter yelled as he flew into a water tower at high speed, smacking a large dent in the side. Peter fell to the ground as water started to leak from the hole.

He pulled his mask off and lay groaning on the roof.

Well Pete. Guess you can add "the Spider" to your growing list of names. Peter sat up and shoved the broken web-gun and mask into his backpack.

"Peter?" Gwen's voice sounded sharp over the phone. It sounded like she had been crying.

"Yeah, uh hi. Are you home yet?" He asked. Looking at the inside of his room, the door was open and the lights were on, but nobody was inside.

"Yes. We saw you on the news. Where the hell are you?!" What Gwen didn't realise was that Peter was climbing in through his window at that moment.

"Uh.. I'm in my room.." Peter said, as he softly closed the window behind him.

"Funny." Gwen said as she terminated the call.

"So am I." Came a voice from right behind him. Peter spun around and only then noticed that Gwen sat on the roof of his room.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Gwen asked whispering as loud as she could and grabbing Peter by the arms.

"I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry. I got him though." Peter smiled.

Gwen's eyes seemed to soften for a moment and then she grabbed him and hugged him as hard as she could.

"Aunt May has been worried sick." She said softly as she walked out of the room.

Oh great.

THE NEXT MORNING

"-has become a city wide investigation, the NYPD has reportedly put out the warrant for the arrest of the masked vigilante known as the Spiderman. The family reportedly saved when this vigilante caught a runaway vehicle have made only one statement, and it is one if thanks. Next on the J3 network: Spider Man, Threat or Menace?"

Man. I catch a car thief and people are calling me a menace? And the police want me arrested? Great. Parker luck in action. Peter thought glumly as he chewed on his cereal.

"Peter dear!" Mrs. Stacy called from the kitchen. "You'd better run or you'll miss the bus!"

"Sure thing Ma'am!" Peter said as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out.

Gwen caught up with him where he stood waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

"Did you hear?" She smirked. "Mom thinks we'll miss the bus."

"Miss the bus?" Peter said in mock horror. "How can we miss it..." he said as he pulled his red mask from his backpack.

"...If we're not taking it?"

As the final school bell rang Peter and Gwen walked outside in friendly silence. They turned a block and moved into an alleyway, where Peter pulled on his mask, and Gwen pulled on hers.

After running a few blocks and climbing the nearest skyscraper, they slowed down and sat on the edge of the building, eating hot dogs they bought along the way.

"We'll probably move out soon, seeing as the guy's been caught now." Peter said between mouthfuls of hotdog.

"I am gonna miss walking home with you though."

"Yeah." Gwen sighed and sat backwards, leaning against the slanted roof of the skylight.

"What're you going to do about the whole Spiderman thing?" Gwen asked tilting her head slightly.

"As far as I'm concerned, that part of my life is done. I think it'll be best. For everyone." Peter said. Gwen looked like she was about to say something when an explosion in the background drew their attention.

Gwen took the radio out of her backpack, immediately in response mode.

"Gas line explosion in midtown, 34th street, dispatch do you copy?"

"Hey Peter…" Gwen asked pulling on her mask.

"This looks like a job for Spider Man."

...AN

Wow! That was fun! I really like how this chapter turned out. The next three or so are just going to be Peter finding his balance as Spiderman. There are going to be mostly petty crimes and things, and the story is going to basically be the origin of Peter's web shooters. After that I have plans for both the Heroes for Hire, and the first three villains in Spidey's rogues gallery.

Please leave a review and tell me how I can make the experience better for you guys! Anyway, more next Sunday!

Alons-y!

-The Author