Chronicles: The Black Widow

Title: The Funeral

Chapter: One

Rating: R

Spoilers: The Gift and beyond.

Pairing: Willow/Buffy eventually

Crossover: Spiderman/Buffy

Beta Reader: Scotty Welles

Shadow Mage



Note: This is Alt



Disclaimer: Not mine, not now, not ever.







Buffy watched numbly as the casket containing Willow's ashes was lowered into the grave. In the five

years as a slayer it had never occurred to her that any of her friends might die before her. The mortality of

their lives was a reality she had ignorantly wanted to forget.



She tilted her head slightly and pulled Dawn closer to her. She brought her eyes up to watch the

midnight ceremony lead by Tara. The blonde witch subtlety scanned the gathered people, searching for

Willow's missing parents. The scoobies and a few friends of her's from the college had been the only

one's to show up.



Something in the corner of her eye shifted, a shadow that seemed out of place among the grave's. She

turned to the mausoleum, and growled softly. The Black Widow, as Giles referred to her, was squatted on

the roof, watching them.



Her sister held onto her arm, " Buffy, please, not now."



She didn't care. How dare that murdering bitch show up here? How dare she violate her best friends

funeral? How dare she live? She found herself running towards her, speeding up as she shot web out of

her wrist and swung off.



She kept her eyes locked onto the figure swinging through the air faster than any vampire, almost faster

than her. Her anger drove her on, block after block, she raced after her. Determined to draw the demon's

blood for her friends death.



The black clad woman swung high over another cemetery, cutting the almost invisible webbing and

flipping down onto a tombstones in a perfect squat. The Black Widow stared at her, waiting for her next

move. She dived at the figure. The Widow flipped backwards before Buffy could hit her, and fell into an

easy fighting stance as she pulled herself off the ground.



" I'm going to kill you for what you did to Willow."



She blindly charged again, jumping in the air in a round house kick. The widow threw her hands up in an

x catching her leg in them, twisting hard, sending her into a tight spiral to the ground. She leaped back to

her feet, noticing Giles and the others approaching, and punched.



The widow swatted her hand to the side, making no move to attack her. Anger turned to cold murdering

rage, and suddenly there was no more control. She kicked to the side, swinging her other leg around as

the widow blocked it. Her left leg soared towards the widows face.



The widow ducked easily, falling into a leg sweep. She flipped backwards, and came back kicking at the

squatting figure. The widow rolled backwards to her feet, and kicked her hard in the stomach. She

punched for the face again, ignoring the pain. Her fist stopped as it collided with the black gloved hand,

when she tried to pull away, she found she couldn't.



She punched out with her other hand, and the widows other hand came up and caught it. She bared her

teeth and yanked harder and harder trying to get lose.



" I didn't kill your friend."



" Then why were you there?! What were you doing on the tower?!" She yelled and kicked the widow in

the stomach. She charged forward again as the widow flew towards a tree, pausing in surprise when the

widow pulled herself into a ball and used her feet to push off of the tree and into a flip over her head.



The widow landed in a kneel on a tombstone, " To stop Glory."



" LIAR!!" She kicked the widow in the head, standing over the fallen figure. " You would've saved

Willow. You could've saved her and you didn't."



" I tried. I couldn't get to her. She was trapped in a white glow."



Buffy smiled darkly at the widow as she stood up, her hands at her side. She reached behind her and

with drew a stake. " I don't want to hear anymore of your lies...."



The widow lifted her arms up, leaving herself wide open. " Then do what you must." She rasped quietly.



She lifted her arm, and stopped as a hand closed lightly over her wrist. She looked over into Tara's wide

eyes. " Wh...?"



Tara thrust an envelope into her hand, " Willow left this on our bed before the fight."



Buffy pulled the letter out, quickly scanning it, then went back and slowly read. " Please forgive me for

what I'm about to do, but there isn't any other choice left. It's the only way to stop Glory for good. The

spell should kill her, but if it doesn't, I've left my research with Tara."



Buffy swallowed back her tears, crumpling to the ground. She leaned into Tara's arm's as the wiccan

spoke softly. " Even if the black widow had gotten to her, Willow wouldn't have survived the spell."



" No. Willow wouldn't..."



" Yeah, she would. If she thought she needed to save us." Xander whispered.



Buffy let Dawn help her to her feet, and she stared at the black widow. " Stay out of my way."



She could walk away from this, knowing that Willow would've died anyway, that the hacker knew she'd

die when she went up to face the hell god. But she could never forgive the woman for not trying to save

her.







She stepped into the shadows of the tree's and peeled the mask from her face. Tears streamed down her

cheeks, while she slide down the tree to the ground, rocking herself in grief. Warm arms pulled her

against a athletic body, and she curled up in her mentor's lap, holding on with a death grip.



" That was a risky move out there, kid."



Willow sniffed pitifully, " I *hiccup* had to gain her *hiccup* trust."



" Hmm, well she won't kill you now. Just try and beat you up."



Willow stood back up, and pulled the mask back over her head, tucking her blood red and white

streaked hair into it. " I should get back to patrolling."



" Be careful, I've heard rumors about Jekyll being in town."



" I guess I should swing by the warehouse then." Willow held her left hand up and triggered her wrist

muscle, sending a long thin invisible web shooting out. She began to retract the web until she was high

enough up to go into a swinging motion.



Left arm, trigger, swing. Right arm, trigger, swing. She feel into the easy rhythm, quickly making it to the

outskirts of town. She let go of the string of web, and latched onto the side of the warehouse, skittering

down it's side to look into one of the windows.



The lights blazed inside the warehouse, giving her a spider's eye view of the crate's scattered against

the walls. A couple of them were in the middle surrounded by well dressed thugs, and a man that

resembled Dorian Grey. One of the thugs, a large shaggy haired man, reached into the box and picked up

a machine gun.



She scampered back up the side, climbing up onto the roof. The old building creaked under her weight,

as she walked over to the trap door. She grabbed hold of the rotted handle and ripped the door off. She

bent over into the square opening, quickly crawling over the ceiling.



The wide loading door shuttered open and a tall wide muscular woman entered. The cold coal eyes

scanned the ware house, setting off her spidey sense as the eyes got closer to where she was. She let go

of the roof leaping over to the wall, then leaping again to the floor behind some crates. Flattening her

body to the floor, until her warning sense backed off.



Cautiously, she peaked through a slit between two piles off boxes, making sure they hadn't spotted her.

The thugs seemed to be waiting for something to happen between Godzilla and Jekyll. She began to

slowly scan the boxes around her with a sinking stomach, everything was marked with some kind of label

indicating different types of weapons.



She grabbed a nearby box, and yanked the lid off the crate, staring at the carefully padded and packed

grenades. With precise hands, she lifted two of them out. The deadly weapons lit a burning fear inside

her heart, the idea that anybody could use weapons like this, much less in Sunnydale.



She tucked one of the grenades into the spare pocket of her black belt, and set the timer on the second

one to twenty seconds. She moved the box back into place, and slowly, slide through the slit in between

the piles. As the shaggy thug burst into a fit of rage focused on Godzilla, she sprinted across the floor

and flipping over the crates as they started to calm the thug down. She scanned the crates, and grabbed

the one that was labels grenades.



Ripping of the lid, she pulled out the other grenade, and turned it to ten seconds.



" HEY!!"



' Whoops, busted. ' Willow tossed the grenade into the box, and leaped onto the wall. The click of a

machine gun, made her move faster leaping onto the ceiling and racing across it to the trap door. She felt

the wind of bullets barely missing her body, and slithered onto the roof at a dead run.



Her legs pumped as she leaped off the roof in a swan dive, the blast of the exploding building sending

her reeling through the air. She held out her arm, and fired off some web, falling into a long swing. She

flipped up into a somersault and landed onto another warehouse.



The adrenalin rush that had kept her going, began to wear off, alerting her that it was time to get out of

there.







Buffy slammed the newspaper onto the table. " I told you she was trouble. You should've let me kill her

while I had the chance. Now, she's killed a dozen men with that stunt of her's at the warehouse."



Giles glanced at her over his new glasses and sighed. " One they were demons not humans, secondly

that warehouse was filled with illegal weapons, that had been smuggled into the country. The FBI had

been trying to find the Jekyll for a while now."



" How come you dislike her so much, anyway?"



Buffy glared at Xander, " I just don't. There's something about her that's familiar, and if I have to demask

her to find out what it is, I will find out."



" Spiders and slayers batman...."