I want thank everyone who reviewed and apologize for it taking so long to get this out. Sorry about this, there is a little math in this one. Just a lil bit! Its all babble I think. But when you do work out the problem, it does equal that answer! Anyway…enjoy!



Since the day she came back to school, everything was back to normal between Kristi and Peter. He had a cappuccino; she had a cappuccino, they studied and talked about what was going on their lives. Everything seemed to be cool now.

Kristi liked the way things were going. It was as though nothing had changed, but she knew otherwise. Looks were different; smiles were different. Everything seemed to have something else hidden behind it.

Peter's actions seemed different to him, and he was left wondering why. Things with M.J. just weren't really the same. She wasn't what he had hoped for her to be, and she had the most peculiar behavior.

Kristi was the same, yet different also. Her actions were different, but Peter had no complaints. She presented herself differently, and was not as shy as normal. She still blushed when looks were thrown her way, but she presented herself with her head up instead of down. These actions made her more intriguing and more captivating.

Since they began to spend their normal amount of time together again, they had more study sessions where no one was stood up. Ironically, studying had become the social highlight of Kristi's days, and was probably the most enjoyable moments she had.

One of the biggest changes in her life was when she called the Institute. She told them her spider had died. She blamed it on the fact that perhaps she didn't wait long enough before beginning tests on it. There was absolutely no need for her to tie the Institute in with what happened to her. Last thing she wanted to become was their experiment. By her surprise, the people at the Institute were easy on her. Little did she know that Inconnu's Mr. Klefton and his penetrating emerald eyes had gotten to them.

She told them she'd like to try again. They permitted her to do so, which was a bigger shock. Except this time they told her to take a break from it, to wait at least another twelve weeks before conducting studies again. This was strange to her also, but she didn't doubt the people. They had basically told her to take a sabbatical and that they would be by her apartment within the week to pick up the spider…for its own protection. She didn't quite like how that sounded, but who was she to argue?

This meant she would have more time on her hands…Well, she didn't want to depend on her mother to pay for her bills, even though she knew she would be more than happy to oblige it since her daughter was always one to be independent. She took it upon herself to search for a job and found one at The Evening Store.

One week later Kristi met up with Peter at CC's promptly at five o'clock. She held on to her book bag strap as her free hand pushed the warm door open. Her eyes scanned the small place. She had walked by the register when she spotted Peter. He was sitting at a table for two by the window that wore the CC's emblem.

Peter was glimpsing through his notes when he lifted his head for the fifth time to the sounds of the door opening to the café. When his eyes fell on Kristi's, he waved her over to him. Kristi gave him a small smile. She walked toward him and plopped down on the wooden seat. "I ordered a cappuccino for you."

She smiled again as she shrugged her jacket off. "Thanks." She pulled her 784-page calculus book, her notebook, calculator, and a pencil. When she looked up, she saw Peter's attentive eyes looking at her. Looking down to flip through her notebook, she asked quickly, "Um, where would you like to start at?"

"Probably on chapter 12. That's all we've been talking about." At that moment, all he could think about was her face. It seemed so much more like a work of art or something out of a painting, beautiful with a hidden meaning under it all.

"Okay, well, this seems simple enough. Trig functions and periodic functions. I gotta study this hard. Last time I got a 76 out of 95. I really just had a bad day with that test."

"Well that's what's studying for." He looked down to find the chapter in his textbook. His fingers flipped through each paper carelessly until he found the page he was looking for. After eying a few problems, he looked back up at Kristina. Her eyebrows were furrowed inward, her hair fell slightly in front of her face, and she was tugging at her bottom lip.

"Peter, remember that story about people who looked at Medusa and they turned into stone? I can't do that, but I'll try my hardest to duplicate it." Shooting her eyes upward, she said exasperated, "What exactly is it that you are looking at!?" Her eyes widened quickly as she leaned and whispered, "Do I have a booger hanging from my nose?" She rubbed her nose quickly. Tugging at her hair, she added, "Or do I have something crawling in my hair? What?"

He stifled a laugh at her facial expression. "You have interesting habits. They intrigue me."

"They intrigue you? How so?"

"I don't see many people tug at their lips."

She squinted her eyes at him. She was getting the third degree from his eyes because she tugged her lip? "Is that all?"

He shook his head slowly. "No…..you are just really interesting to me."

"Good way or bad way?"

"Good." Kristi eyed him carefully. His crystal eyes looked weird to her. They were just…different. There was something behind them, and for the life of her, she couldn't figure it out. Breaking her thoughts, he said finally, "You look different, and it looks nice." Almost as if on cue, a redheaded guy and a brown haired guy walked by Peter and Kristi's table, eyeing Kristi appreciatively. Peter felt a pang hit him in the chest, but it soon passed as they walked out the door.

Kristi, on the other hand, was completely oblivious.

Tearing his blue eyes from the back of the two guys heads, Peter said quickly, "I'm not the only one who's noticed." She gave him a questioning glance as he nodded his head toward the window. The two guys that were in there earlier, were eyeing her though the window.

She unconsciously backed away from it. She made a small smile and saw one of them hitting the other on the shoulder. That was new. Shaking her head at them, she mumbled, "Weird."

He looked at her closer. "I wasn't trying to freak you out by saying that, but I just thought I would tell you that you look nice…that's all. Just thought you might want to know." It just hit him that he was talking and saying things that he found he wouldn't normally be saying. Kristi just stared at him. Blushing quickly, he looked down at his notebook. Shaking his head, he mumbled, "Idiot."

Kristi couldn't believe her ears. He was trying to give her a compliment, and she knew it. It was too adorable to her. She didn't want him to feel bad about it, but what was weird about this was that he was normally so open with her, never embarrassed. He was acting shy around her. Smiling slightly, she said, "No you aren't."

"Hmm?"

"An idiot you are not."

He bit his bottom lip and looked up slowly. "I said that out loud?"

She shrugged her shoulders at him. "Yeah…..that's okay. Not everyone masters the inner monologue thing."

He chuckled to himself. "Thanks. Makes me feel better."

Flashing her teeth, she said a quick, "I know." They had, by this time, opened their books and began on one problem. A minute later, the waitress soon came by with both of their cappuccinos. She took a quick sip before they began to study. They were there for at least an hour and half talking and laughing over math until they came on a problem they couldn't agree on. "Pete, why would the electromotive force at point two sec equals 47.55?"

He read the work straight from his notebook. "Because E times the volts equals 50 sine 120 pi times point two. When you work it out, it equals 47.55."

She eyed the problem for a solid five seconds. "I'm not seeing it."

"Look Kristi…" He worked out the problem again on her paper.

"Why would you use sine?"

"Because, you don't have the adjacent angle."

"But you could get that from the 180 theorem."

"It doesn't have a given right angle, and this isn't a straight line, so you can't automatically take 70 from 180 to get that angle."

"But this forms the angle because of postulate four."

He looked at the figure again. She was right. "Um…well…"

"Wait a second," she mumbled. She looked at the problem closer and then at the figure. She smacked her head as she erased the problem. "Well that's the problem! Okay, I gotcha." Peter was lost. He had no clue what she was talking about. When she saw his confused face, she pointed to the problem. "I put the wrong number in the wrong spot on my figure. See…that's what happened. Then I assumed with the angles because of the wrong numbers and…" She scribbled the work down quickly. When she finished, she glimpsed over it and said finally, "Okay! I got it. That's what screwed me up on the test. Assuming angle measurements and getting the wrong postulate screwed me over. It's all really menial stuff."

He grinned at her. "Looks like I proved the math genius wrong."

She unfurled her tongue at him in humor. "Leave me alone! You didn't prove anything! You checked and didn't catch it."

He put the eraser end of the pencil to his mouth. Nonchalantly, he said, "I wanted to make sure you could catch it."

She rolled her eyes playfully at him. "Boy please! You didn't catch it, enough said."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Blah, blah, details, details! Just admit it: You were wrong, I was right," he said while resting his hands on his head.

Kristi stared at his grin. He was acting so confident, but she knew he was joking about it. She nodded her head in defeat. "Okay, you were right, I was wrong." Throwing her pencil down she said with a big stretch, "I'm tired of math. We've been here for….." she glimpsed at the clock on the wall, "an hour and a half. I need a break. I think my brain is gonna burn out." She eyed the coffee counter until something caught her eye. "I want some cake."

He ran his hand down from his hair to his face with a sigh. "Cake sounds really good right about now."

"Okay, cake is my treat. Deal?"

"Okay, deal." Kristi waved the waitress over and ordered two pieces of the ice cream cake.

Ordering two more cappuccinos with the cake, they waited for the waitress in silence. Peter was fiddling with the paper in his black notebook. Kristi rested her chin on her palm. She just stared at him. He was wearing a tan long sleeve shirt that curved around his semi muscular arms. Dark lashes hooded his blue eyes as he looked at his notebook carefully. Clearing her throat, she asked, "So Mr. Parker, what's up?"

He kept his head to the paper and began to doodle. His shoulders went up. "I'm just thinking."

Not much for conversation…Switching hands to put her chin on, she asked, "About?"

He opened his mouth, but quickly shut it. He wanted to see what she was going to say. "Stuff."

She just nodded her head. "Hmm." She looked back into her notebook and began to say what she was thinking. "Hey listen." She turned her head to the side. "It's 311." She listened intently to the lyrics of I'll be Here a While. She started to mumble a couple of the lyrics:

Far is solace in the maddening pace,

Sad state written on my face,

Not a tight rope walk but dance,

Uncertain game of chance,

but I'll see it through in time

Peter looked up quickly. She wasn't going to ask anything else? She gave up quickly. She just sat there, singing along to the song.

Kristi stopped in mid sentence when she lifted her head and saw Peter. His eyebrow rose and then his head. He had a funny expression on his face. She held up her hands in defense. "Okay…..I'm sorry! I'll stop your ears from bleeding. I didn't think I was crooning that loudly….." He didn't look upset; he looked confused. That look seemed to be on his face more and more it seemed. "What's wrong?" Looking around, she asked nervously, "What…is there a giant blob behind me or something." She looked behind herself quickly. When she saw nothing, she turned back around. Her brown eyes narrowed. "Yo Pete, hello? Did math burn you out that much?"

His eyes darted to one side before the came back to hers. "Just a hmm? That's it? You aren't gonna ask again?"

"Um, no. You're thinking it so you obviously think its something that sounds better figuring out in your head then saying it out loud. Why force it out?" She almost laughed at his expression. He was truly in shock. "Why are you so freaked out by that?"

He shook his head with a bitter grin. "See, I wish M.J. thought like that."

'Lordy be,'she thought. Crossing her arms on the table, she asked, "Why?"

"Because she gets freaked out and frustrated when I think."

Kristi scratched her temple. "Um, I'm really in the dark here."

"I could just not be saying anything, neither of us would be, so I'd think. And automatically, she demands to know what I'm thinking about." Seeing the waitress come toward their table, he began to put his books away. Kristi followed his action.

The waitress came back with their mugs of cappuccinos and their slices of cake. Helping the woman take everything off of the tray, she added, "Sometimes things are better left in the head. Some folks don't agree though."

Taking a sip of his cappuccino, he said solemnly, "Yeah. Sometimes I just don't like sharing my thoughts with people."

Kristi nodded her head knowingly. "I know the feeling," she said as she eyed the cake. It had fluffy, swirl pudding as icing and a dark brown cake mixture with ice cream in between the two layers.

He took another sip of his cappuccino. "I just like having thoughts to myself."

Taking a bite of the cake, she nodded, "That's understandable." She thought this was hilarious. He was complaining about how much he liked having his thoughts to himself, and here he was rambling them out loud like nobody's business.

He looked down at the cake before continuing. "She gets so upset when she can't read me like a book. I don't understand. You would think she would be bored of being able to. I would have thought everyone was," he said as he picked his fork up.

Chewing slowly, she added, "Well maybe there's a new factor. Curiosity maybe?"

He shook his head at the word. "Too much of it."

Taking another bite, Kristi said, "Well, the mind is something special. Thoughts are probably the only thing no one else can find out unless you tell them. So, automatically, people want to know what you're thinking. They can't tap into that part of your life without permission. It's a 'want what you can't take' sort of thing. It all has to be given to you." She reached for her sea green coffee mug. "The more guarded, the more coveted."

"Still, I was thinking about her most likely. My thoughts and opinions about her shouldn't be that big of a deal. It's only my opinion anyway, what does it matter in the scheme of things." He put his fork in his mouth.

Kristi's fingers stopped halfway on their journey to her mouth with her coffee mug. "Well…when you put it like that, you are probably right. Your opinion probably doesn't matter that much to MOST people, but it does to M.J."

He swallowed his cake slowly before he began again. "She seems different, almost two faced. I feel like I don't know her at all. And even though I try to, she changes so much, I can't get through it."

Swallowing the tan liquid, she placed the mug down and began to circle a finger around the rim. "So how do you feel about her now?"

He didn't look up from the cake. Taking another bite, he said, "I think her and Harry should be together."

She smiled slowly at his answer. "How you feel and think are two different things."

He breathed out a deep sigh. "I feel…..indifferent." He scoffed at himself. Looking up, his eyes were droopy and hollow looking. "Kris…..I loved her before I knew what love was." He shook his head as he reached for his mug. "Now…..I still love her, but it's changed into something else. I guess I've fallen out of love with her or something. She was my first love, so there will always be something in my heart for her, but it won't be a love shared between a boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife thing. It's a different kind of love….more like a mutual, friendship love. I'll always be here for her, but not like that." He shook his head at himself. He'd never used the word love so much in one thought. "So yes…..I'm using the word love, but it's not LOVE…does this make any sense?"

He looked up at Kris when he saw her smiling. It wasn't a smile making fun of him; it was more or less an understanding smile. "Plenty."

"Besides, there are other people I can submerse my mind with." He looked at her head on. "Others can fill the void, it's just a little hard to get past it, like saying goodbye to something."

'Oh great…..he's getting over M.J. only to fall for someone else…God why do you torture me so!' she thought ruefully. "Well…..from the sounds of it, its seems as though you've found someone else to set your sight on."

He took a bite of his cake. Eyeing Kristi closely, he said, "Actually I'm not sure." 'There were always feelings there; they were just left untouched,' was what he wanted to add, but kept his mouth shut.

"What do you mean?"

He thought carefully for a moment before answering. "Before I would compare girls to M.J., now M.J. is in that group. I don't know. I guess she still is in a category of her own, but people are reaching that level or maybe she's coming down from that level. I don't quite know yet."

She thought about that for a second. Her eyes narrowed for a moment before going to their regular size again. "I get it….." Her eyes narrowed again. "I think."

He laughed at her confused face. "That's okay. I think the chocolate is clouding the part of my mind that says comprehensible things." Taking sip from his mug, he peered at her mischievously over the rim of the mug. Swallowing he said slyly, "Let's turn things on you."

She coughed on her drink. With wide eyes, she asked, "On me?" Beginning to laugh, she added, "Oh no, there's no point in doing that. Flash that light somewhere else Sherlock."

He playfully kicked at her feet underneath the table. "C'mon, you don't have someone on a special stool?"

Raising a piece of cake to her lips, she asked, "That's right?"

His eyebrow rose is suspicion. "You don't?"

She stopped the fork midway and widened her eyes innocently. "OH! I thought you were stating that I didn't."

"No, it's a question."

She shrugged her shoulders again. "I mistook it I guess."

He nodded his head knowingly. "Uh huh…..well it's a question."

She took a bite. "This cake is good."

He smiled at her antics. "Okay, I can take a hint…." He promptly stuck his tongue out at her.

She laughed at his expression before sighing dramatically. "Okay, you really wanna know?"

"I would like to."

Looking around, to make sure no one was listening, she started. "It's…"

He leaned in closer with a piece of cake in his mouth. "It's?"

"Harry."

His eyes bulged open as he began to cough. "W-what?!"

She pushed his drink in front of him and prompted him to swallow some. Reaching to pat him on the back, she said with a chuckle, "Drink! Drink! Don't choke!"

"I wasn't," he cleared his throat. "I wasn't trying to….." his face scrunched up as if he were in pain. "B-but Harry?"

Oh, this was amusing. "Yeah, that whole bad boy interior mixed with a wealthy Cali look. Those eyes, that hair….it's the stuff dreams are made of!" She swooned dramatically in her chair.

His eyes dropped some onto his coffee mug in amazement and something else he couldn't identify. "Oh…."

She smiled brightly and scooted her chair closer to him. Nudging him in the side, she said with a laugh. "I'm kidding. You looked like you got scared."

He felt himself relax some, and was more than glad that his recent choking experience had kept his cheeks red. Hopefully she wouldn't notice his crimson face getting redder. "I was choking on cake, wouldn't you be?"

Her dark brows rose in humor. "Sure."

"But um, I wasn't scared. I just wouldn't have thought you two would be a good match," he dropped off.

She folded her arms across her chest. "Oh really?"

He nodded his head. "Yeah, he just….." He looked up at her. "You just….." He shook his head quickly. "You and him…just no."

She began to drum her fingers on the table. "Well, Mr. Parker, who do you think would fit the mold?"

He rubbed his hand over his neck. He knew he had to be careful of how he put this. Wrong wording good mean entirely too many things. Clearing his throat, he said, "Well…..with you…..there can't be a mold."

"Why?"

He shifted in his chair and found his mouth beginning to feel as though there was cotton in it. Racking his brain quickly, something popped in his head. "It's not your style."

She eyed him carefully. His entire disposition was thrown off. She really did freak him out with that. "Hmmm…..well I must say, I agree with you. There are too many carbon copies walking around."

"You keep getting around the question though…don't think I haven't caught that."

Damn…..he caught her. "Okay…..well, I'd rather leave it unsaid. I'm protecting his rights."

His eyes shot up for a moment. "Oh so there is someone! But Kris, his rights?"

"Yes, I don't want them to become violated in any way."

"What were you planning on doing?"

"Well….." she looked up to the ceiling. "I don't know yet..…but so not to take any chances, I'll just keep my mouth shut. Besides, I'm not very good at expressing how I feel. I think I would do y-" you she started to say, but carried out the sound while blending it with the h, making it sound like yim. "Yim..…HIM an injustice." Whew, slip of the tongue…

"You and your arguing. I swear I-" just then, his spider sense went off…..along with Kristi's. She felt a big chill up her spine. "Uh, Kris…..I don't want to rush this, but I gotta go. I promised Aunt May I'd go to the store for her while I was out. It closes in a little bit, so I better get going."

Kristi looked out toward the window. She felt that there was something wrong, but she couldn't understand it completely. In a daze she said, "Yeah…..o-okay. I'll s-see you later?" It was more like a question.

"Yeah….." He looked down at her. Her eyes were distant, and it looked like she was hit with something across the face. "Are you okay?"

She blinked whatever it was away. "Yeah, I think I just blanked out or something. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Aight. Later." He threw a few bills down on the table for the cappuccinos. Grabbing his book bag and jacket, he went to the door. He shouted over his shoulder. "Thanks for the cake!"

"No…..problem." She ran a hand over her face slowly. What the heck happened here? The chill began to die down…but she felt funny the entire way home.

Peter walked home quickly after his "brawl" at a nearby jewelry store. Crimes were becoming scarce after his last major crime bust with a mad doctor of some sort. Doctor DeMarquise was his name. He had a weird love of Zorro and Robin Hood…

He hadn't heard much about him since he had apprehended him and his thugs. There was some sort of crime ring going on that he had spoiled. He hadn't learned much about it, but it was a big enough bust to throw at least 20 people in jail.

All the major crime organizations seemed to be keeping a low profile. Either that or they went elsewhere for their crime sprees. He was on guard since then, but his last big crime fighting appearance with the doctor was a good two months ago. There was only small stuff going on, rogue thieves. There generally wasn't much there. It was a good thing in some ways. The only downside is that a crime drought often leads to one big event happening…one big crime spree. He could only hope that he would be able to keep his guard up. With all of his night hopping, sleeping had been knocked down from necessity to privilege.

A small sigh escaped his lips. He was used to the long hours on his feet, but it wore him down nonetheless. Grabbing for a package of Chips Ahoy cookies, he tore the packet open and popped one in his mouth. He nearly choked on the cookie when he heard the phone ring.

Swallowing and coughing a couple of times, he finally picked up the phone in a hoarse voice. "H-hello?"

"Pete, hey! You don't sound to good."

He cleared his throat. "Oh I'm fine. Just swallowed the wrong way."

"Oh aight. Peter, I need to know if we're going to the Atlantic City for Easter Break like always. We are…..right?"

He popped another chocolate chip cookie into his mouth. "I don't think I'll be able to."

Harry groaned out loud. This was the fourth trip Peter had bailed out on. "Pete, we've been doing it for years. You've backed out on every other trip all this year, you aren't backing out of this one."

Peter sighed softly. "I really can't."

"Why?"

He chuckled to himself. "I have stuff to do." What an understatement that was…

Harry's long fingers drummed impatiently on his desk. "Like what?"

"Well for one thing, I have a job."

"Jameson won't miss you for four or five days. He treats you like crap anyway. Let him sulk because he doesn't have his star photographer."

Peter laughed loudly. Harry was sweet talking him and he knew it. Peter had become immune to all of it, but he figured Harry wanted to try anyway. "Thanks for the compliment, but I really can't."

Harry slightly tugged at part of his hair. In a loud groan he said, "Yes you can!" Sounding pitiful, he added, "Pete…come on, I'm feeling neglected here. We haven't had a trip in almost a year. We used to do stuff all the time. What's up with this?"

He ate another cookie. "Nothing…I just have a lot on my plate."

"Well eat it or feed it to a dog, but you're coming with me, capisce?"

Peter smirked at Harry. He was just like M.J. "Harry-"

"Do it for the sake of tradition! If not that, then as a favor to me…please?"

Peter concentrated hard on this. He couldn't back his way out of this one…he knew he couldn't. He needed a vacation anyway. He could only pray that God would cut him some slack. "Alright…I'll go."

Harry grinned brightly over the phone and he reached for his laptop computer. "Great. You can bring someone along too if you'd like. I'm bringing M.J., thinking we could getcloser or something…..got any ideas on who to invite? Kris would probably want to go."

"Maybe so..."

Hitting enter quickly, he said, "Alright. Well, everything is reserved already, so-"

"You reserved everything?"

"Yeah…..I'm on the computer. It's all done. I had the beach house on stand by with the realtor person." Harry picked his head up from his computer to notice a man in a brown suit peeking his head through the doorway. "Ah…..one of the lawyers for the firm just came in…gotta go!"

"Har-" Click. Just that quick, everything was decided. He shook his head at himself and went to his room with his cookies. All parts of his mind started speaking to him. He has a job that is somewhat hard to get vacation time for. But on the other hand, crime had been slow for a while. Maybe New York wouldn't miss him that much when the time came.

Money? Spring break wasn't for a couple of weeks. He could make some quick cash with his photos and he already had been saving his money for something unknown to him. At least now the money had a purpose.

Guest? Who would he bring with him? His first impulse was to call Kristi, but his mind faltered for a moment.

'Get some balls Parker..…' his mind coaxed him. Shrugging his shoulders he sighed, "What have I got to lose?" Dialing her number, he soon heard her pick up. "Hey…..Kris?"

Kristi was in the middle of putting on some cotton pajama pants when his voice caught her ears. "Oh hey Pete."

He glimpsed at himself in the mirror. If someone had seen him, they would've thought he needed medical attention. "Kris….." He stopped looking at his reflection. He really was nervous about this. It was preposterous…stupid…and incredibly weird. Didn't surprise him though. Since the spider thing, nothing really surprised him that much. Starting again he said quickly, "Kris, me, Harry, and M.J. are going to Atlantic City, for spring break. You wanna come with us?"

Her eyes widened slightly. "With you? To the coast?"

"Yeah…..me and Harry do it every year. He's bringing M.J., so I'm entitled to bringing a guest. Are you game?"

"Well, I have to get a few things cleared up with the store." She was pretty sure she had the time off, but didn't want to make any commitments.

"Okay, well…..let me know when you can. I really hope you can come."

"Me too."

"Well…..I gotta get going. See ya later!"

"Later." She sat on her bed for a moment. She was going to the coast, most likely…with Peter. She wasn't shocked or anything, she just felt happy. She attempted to put the phone down, but it stuck to her hand. She sighed angrily as she tore it away from her palm. Grimacing at her hand, she went to her lab.

Once there, she started looking at her blood. Kristina could not assess what exactly happened to her. From the looks of it, her DNA got mixed with the offspring she was experimenting with.

She sat down on a silver stool and analyzed everything that had happened within the last week and a half. Since that night, things were strange for her. She peered at herself through the silver counter top. Her overall appearance hadn't changed drastically, but there was something different about her. Peter noticed, her mother noticed, professors noticed, everyone noticed. The main thing being seen by the people she was around was that they had realized that Kristi was there. They knew she was there, but never bothered to take not of it or even acknowledge it. She was being seen as someone and not just another being who took up space…that was wonderful to her.

There was always a pit fall to this though. With being seen came attracting attention. She wanted no attention attracted to herself. Because of her reclusive nature, she found herself being startled and more nervous by the attention, hence her backing away from the window.

With the attention and new look came a new attitude. Her confrontation with Kim was a perfect example. True she was still shy around people she didn't know, but she no longer accepted being stepped on so easily. Since she had a new found sense of self worth and self pride, she found it pointless to allow others to sit in front of her and attempt to strip it from her.

Kristina liked the changes brought on by the spider bite, but there were a few that were very foreign to her. Electricity shot from her fingers, her mind could levitate things, she shot filmy webbing from her wrists, and could attach herself to walls. As fascinating and thrilling as these things were, they were sometimes uncontrollable and even dangerous.

Although her mind could levitate things, the heavier the thing was that she levitated or moved, the weaker she became. There was one point where she passed out. Her mind was slowly adjusting to the use of telekinesis, but her mind and body weren't developed enough to fully accept it, which led to her being worn out and passing out.

Kristi could do nothing about these powers, but keep them to herself. It would be entirely too dangerous to let this be known. She told no one, but as fate had it, someone found out anyway…..Mr. Inconnu.

Inconnu's people watched her at every moment possible: Trailing her home, spying on her in her apartment when possible, everywhere. She was constantly under surveillance. One of his men snuck into her apartment while she was gone and placed a camera in her lab. When the night of the accident came, all of his men were put on alert. People were constantly watching her since then to record developments and changes. Inconnu was there to observe her metamorphosis…

A week later, Kristi had begun experimenting with her powers in her room. She had been working with them for thirty minutes when she fell on her bed in bewilderment. She still couldn't get over the fact that this had happened to her. Not many significant things ever went her way, so this was a change. Kristi was looking at her ceiling from her bed and felt something pulling at her. Not physically, but mentally something was pulling at her. She needed to escape; to get out…she needed to take a walk. This was a weird experience for her. Her mind was in a whirl, and she couldn't pay attention to what she was doing. She wasn't sure where she was going or what she would do when she reached her destination, but anything was better than staying in her apartment wondering what to do next.

Kristi decided that maybe she'd go to the park. She knew a couple of shortcuts to get there, but she had never gone at ten o'clock at night. Although she knew her guard should have been up, she figured she was in no real danger. She had no purse with her or any money. But as fate would have it, she was wrong…yet again.

She turned down an alleyway, a short cut, when something almost synonymous to a siren went off in her head. 'What is that?' she thought. She recognized it as that same chill she felt when she was at CC's. She turned around quickly to see if she was being followed. Things didn't feel right, and she soon found out why. When she turned back around, a towering figure stood over her. Her heartbeat began to quicken as she stood there in fright. Her first impulse was to run, but it was denied when the figure grasped her wrists and threw her against the closest wall.

The figure had on a black ski mask and was wearing all black. Holding the black object that felt like a gun, the figure jabbed it into her side. Feeling her wince and try to shake her self of the grip, the figure gripped her wrist tighter. Pushing the gun further into her hip, a masculine voice gripped her ears. "Gimme your money."

His breathing was coming in harshly, with a rancid odor leaking from it. Kristina was in too much shock to do anything. Shaking her head quickly, she whispered, "I-I don't h-have any."

He slammed her against the wall again with the hand holding the gun. She flinched in pain once more. "Oh you don't?" his voice grated against her ears. He looked at her sides quickly. She wasn't wearing a purse. His head shot back up and gave her a look over very slowly. She could almost see his teeth shining through that black mask. "Well, I guess I'll just have to take something else instead…huh?"

When she caught his tone, she began to squirm as much as she could until she felt the gun pressed against her once more. Thinking quickly, she fought back with fear commanding her. Her mind grasped the gun and tossed it out of his hand. He looked down quickly. "What the he-" was all he got out before he felt swift pain rise from his crotch into his stomach. He hunched over in pain, but never released his death grip from her wrist. She attempted to kick him once more, but failed when he threw her to the ground.

The hard impact of her body to the cold ground rocked her senses. She shook her head quickly before realizing that someone had gotten on top of her. He yanked at her back as he attempted to turn her over.

She felt a figure overhead, but paid attention only to the problem at hand. Never did it click in her mind that it could be the person who understood her problem more than anyone else…

Spider Man's sense began to go off as he was swinging from a building. Looking downward, he saw a woman being assaulted by, presumably a man judging by the way she was overpowered. He dove down into the alleyway.

Once the thief succeeded in turning her over, she began to squirm and scream as much as she could. A rough hand slamming hard against her cheek soon stopped her yells. She slowly turned her head back to the masked face. Anger began to guide her this time instead of fear…..

Once Spider Man heard the slap, his mind went into a frenzy. He had no tolerance for men who hit women. Jumping from the wall that he was perched on, he dove onto the man's back.

Using her mind, Kristi threw the man off of her body. Her mind was racing, and her heart was still pounding within her ears. She felt something flow through her hands. As if by instinct, she flung her hands toward her assaulter and electricity flew from the tips of her fingers. He flew against the dirty wall across from her, pinned down by the electric current. His yells were what pierced the alley instead of her's this time and something inside of her liked that feeling…

Spider Man's body had slammed hard against the black brick wall. Attempting to stand back up, he stopped midway when he saw the electricity. He peered through the darkness to look at the woman's face. With all the light being shot at the man so closely by him, his eyes squinted away from the blinding light.

Once she realized what she was doing, Kristi stopped quickly and saw his form curl forward to the ground. If she had continued, she would have killed him. She didn't want to be responsible for someone's death, but to give him just a little a bit of the pain he had given her for that brief moment. She was tired of being the one left defenseless. Her breath quickened as she soon realized that someone else was in the alley with her. When she glanced in their direction, there were two people instead of one!

Spider Man turned around quickly to see another person standing behind him. Thinking it was a set up, he started for the man, but the man was already turning the corner. He turned back around slowly to see her figure retreating further into the darkness. He called out for her to stop…..

All she heard was a "wait" before she began to run. She soon heard feet chasing her, which caused her to run faster. Kristi's body was experiencing a tumult of feelings, feelings she could not control and feelings that frightened her. The feeling of power she had when she attacked the man was indescribable, but frightening nevertheless. She turned out of the dark alley and ran down the street.

Spider Man chased her out of the alley onto the street. Outstretching an arm, he shot his silky webbing for a building and continued the pursuit by air.

Thinking she would be able to lose the person, she ducked into the closest alley.

Seeing her duck into another alley, he swung onto the wall and waited for her to run into it. Once she was near him, his plan was to land hopefully in front of her to stop her. Because of the darkness and speed that he hadn't anticipated, he landed behind her and reached out his hand to grab her.

Kristi heard someone land behind her and reach out for her, but she dodged out of the grasp.

'She just won't quit,' he thought ruefully. Reaching out his arm, he shot more webbing, this time, at her running feet.

Fear gripped her again when she felt that she was being shot at. Though she couldn't see what it was that was being shot at her feet, she didn't want to turn around to figure it out. Out of nowhere, instinct prompted her when and where to jump and dodge the foreign object being shot her way.

He nearly dropped his jaw when he saw her movements. As fast as she was running from him, her body dodged the silky threads like he dodged flying objects. 'She's like me…' he thought. Seeing that shooting webbing wouldn't help, he pursued her on foot again.

She ran and ran…straight into a dead end. Instinct grabbed her again, and she jumped high up the wall. She placed her hand to the wall. Crawling quickly, she reached the top of the building when the person following her, soon caught up with her by the same means.

Spider Man was shocked by what he was seeing. He couldn't believe that someone else had the same abilities as him. A swift thought ran through his head. 'What if they were created to destroy me?' There was someone else in the alley…if she really was in trouble, why didn't they help her? He needed to find answers and catching her seemed the only way that would be possible. Catching her…..was another story altogether.

Her mind was set to get away from whoever it was that was chasing her. She didn't care who it was or what they were. She wanted to get away from them and to the safety of her own home. She ran across the building top and before she knew it, she jumped the building to the one next to it. She never stopped to catch her breath or to look at what she had done. She wasn't thinking now, she just reacted. She kept running…

Spider Man kept up the chase, but was beginning to become ragged. They had already run across five building tops and she was still going at full speed. He had nothing to attach his webbing to, so swinging was pointless. He could shoot the webbing while she was running, but that, already been tried, and proved to be pointless. He continued to run after her as much as he could.

She ran and crawled on every building top she could find to lose the person chasing her. She zigzagged and ducked in so many places, her pursuer gave up. When she was sure she was no longer being followed, she sat down and exhaled deeply. It felt as though she couldn't get enough oxygen. She hadn't realized how much she had ran until she walked out of the alley that she had been sitting in and looked at the street sign. It read: 28thstreet. She was almost back home now. Walking down the street, it finally clicked in her head…she had just run, at least, eight blocks! She jumped buildings and climbed up walls. It was incredible! Exhilarating! And..…just weird. If she was sure she could pick herself up, she would have fainted, but she wasn't about to take the chance. She liked the rush she had gotten from that, but she was not looking forward to having to do it again.

Once she reached her home, she realized that there was no way someone could have kept up with her unless it was Spider Man. And she out ran him! It wasn't really something to be proud of, but it was certainly something. Thinking about it more…he was like her. He climbed the wall, jumped the building, and shot something out of his hands to make him swing.

He was like her, which meant something similar had to have happened to him. She slapped herself in the forehead. He was probably one of the only people in the world who could help her, and she ran away from him. Taking a deep breath, she prayed that no one saw her face clearly. It was late and dark…but she prayed nonetheless. She shook her head at her naiveté. If she truly didn't want someone to find out, then building hopping all over New York with nothing to cover her face was not the way to do it. She looked over the way she was dressed. "If I'm going to present myself correctly to the masked man..…why not do what he does and wear a mask?" she asked herself. She was unsure if she could trust him. She didn't know him. Because of all the bad fame he was getting, he might consider revealing someone like him to the world. She didn't really think he would, but the problem was that he could if he wanted to. How hard could it be to become an unknown phantom, like him, and still be stylish? Walking up her carpeted steps, she said slowly, "I'll be ready next time….."

…………………………

A tall, blonde man strode into Inconnu's lair. Speaking a small voice, he started. "I have the updated report of the girl's accident. Sir, it appears that her powers are growing rapidly. According to the brain waves transmitted through the air, it has been concluded that this came not from the spider, but from her own head."

A dark form leaned back in his chair. "What do you mean?"

"The spider's DNA assisted in the triggering of the part of the brain untapped by most humans. Since most use between 8 and 16 percent of their brain, the brain's full potential isn't found."

Inconnu waved his hand in the air. "I know that. Continue with it."

"All humans have the capability of telekinesis, but almost all don't have the DNA that triggers it. The spider did."

"And the electricity?"

"Well, when the spider bit her, her DNA began to mix with the spider's instantaneously. Her blood was pumping from excitement and shock, which further moved things along. The electricity came from the lamp she hit. Her hand broke the bulb, and her bare tissue was exposed. The electrical currents moved swiftly through her system, such as the DNA did. From what we can figure, the ions from the current linked with the DNA, giving it a source of power and began to multiply when the DNA attached to her own. The electricity became a part of her DNA, and the result would be the use of electricity at her own leisure."

"And the spider abilities?"

"Same things sire. From what we could gather, the spider's DNA was potent and dominate enough to overthrow portions of her DNA, causing her to produce silk in her wrists and microscopic hairs that assist her in attaching to walls. One of our men followed her home last night, and she was attacked."

He jumped from his desk. He growled, "What!"

"She used her powers. From the looks on her face, he said that a driving force in them was her emotions. He followed her and Spider Man as far as he could and-"

A second figure appeared from the shadows. "Wait…..Spider Man was there?"

"Yes…apparently he was patrolling or whatever you'd like to call it. He saw that she needed help so he came down. But he was basically futile. She fought the man off with her powers."

The figure asked, "And he saw this?"

"Yes. She ran away from him, and he chased her. She out ran him, probably because of fear, she climbed walls and jumped buildings…..just like him."

Inconnu chirped in. "So what are you saying?"

"Apparently this Spider Man character had also been bitten by a super spider, but he decided to use this to fight crime."

Inconnu sneered at that comment. "Oh how noble of the arachnid. Did he catch her?"

"No, she evaded him. We had people and equipment on post. We captured most of it through our stealth airborne cameras."

"What worries me is the growing of her powers. Will this telekinesis make her mind stronger?" Inconnu asked.

"It was weakened from the immense pressure applied to it at first, but as we speak, it is adjusting and making itself stronger. That was evident at the incident."

"Damn….."

Encouragingly, he added, "The mind can still be overtaken, but a stronger serum must be produced…"

"Well get it done," the figure demanded.

"Yes sir. But in order for it to be useful, we need to utilize a record of her strength and brain waves."

He sighed angrily. "How long will we need to wait?"

"Well…..I think we should wait to see how strong she becomes within the next 25 to 28 days to be sure."

The figure's arms were thrown up in anger. "Another month! I am tired of waiting! All of this just to see what she can do?!"

"The metamorphosis part appears to be over, but her mind waves fluctuate in power. We must be sure."

The figure stopped pacing and turned his heated voice toward Inconnu. "I am tired of procrastinating Inconnu. I want to see what she can do…..now. I want to see the serum in her NOW."

The scientist interrupted, "We can only make the serum from watching her. If we make the serum too potent, it will kill her. If it's too weak, it will be out of her system in a matter of minutes. It's most critical that we find out how strong her brain is and how strong it may be."

The figure eyed him carefully with his teeth gritted. "Okay then, arrange a few crime sprees to keep Spider boy on his toes, so he can't interfere."

The scientist turned his nervous glance toward his boss. "Sir, it is inevitable that she will go to him for help."

Inconnu drummed his long fingers on his desk. With his free hand, he stroked his chin. "Well…..let him give her help. That will provide the time needed to observe. But when the time comes, I want my best men there to test her. Then, make a serum from those observations."

Nodding his head, he said, "Yes sire." He shuffled out of the room, leaving the mastermind with his mysterious guest.

The figure yelled out of frustration. Stomping his right foot to the ground, he said menacingly, "Inconnu, I'm tired of waiting, you will-"

Inconnu's voice boomed like thunder. "NO! You are in no place to be making orders toward me or my staff! You owe me!" he yelled as he slammed his fist on his desk. He scoffed at the man's attempt of power. Sneering at the figure's quick jump in fright, he added with his voice dripping with venom, "Do not think that because I have allowed you to join in this venture that you are even on the same level AS me! That is the first thing you must always remember monsieur. Is that clear?"

The figure flexed his fists. "Yes Inconnu. But remember, I want the Spider freak with us or I want him dead. I want a guarantee that my people will be under your protection. You gave me your word."

His voice was dull as his eyes stayed forward. "I have always been a man of my word. Consider it done."

"Thank you. I must be going now…..I have some things to tend to."

Inconnu waved his hand. "That is fine. Good bye…..dear friend." His voice lingered on the last words. As soon as he was sure he was alone, a grin crept onto his face. He chuckled softly with a bitter note in his tone. "Yes my dear friend, you will soon get yours…traitor. It's a shame you'll learn the hard way with the same knife you stabbed me in the back with! You and your darling accomplice….." Inconnu reached for his desk drawer and pulled out a picture. A sick grin spread across his face once more. "And soon my dear Kristina…you will be one of mine. The time is coming….."

………………………………………..

Kristina waited a few days before making another appearance to Spider Man. She stood in her lightly lit room, leaning against the silver post of her canopy bed. Her hand slowly slid its way across the silky body suit. She had it specially tailored in secret, sent to a fake alias.

Her hand slid over the material once more before she put it on.

She looked at herself in the mirror. The metallic texture shimmered from the Christmas lights. It's shimmering let the color interchange with indigo and black. Her hand slid over the silver embroidery. Glimpsing at herself once more, she placed the mask over her face.

Climbing out of her window, she took a deep breath before she crawled to the top of the building. She ran and jumped from building to top to building top…..

Spider Man had just stopped a jewelry store break in when he saw something catch his eye in the moonlight. Tying up the thugs in front of him quickly, he shot his webbing to a building and swung off in the figure's direction.

Kristina was laughing as she soared over the building tops. It was a great feeling. She felt like a bird almost. She stopped running for a moment when she felt someone behind her. She turned around quickly only to see no one behind her. When she turned back around, she ran into someone's chest. She stumbled backwards from the impact. He jumped back from her and took a fighting stance. She turned her head to the side in curiosity. "What are you doing?"

Spider Man eyed the person in front of him warily. "Who are you?" There was no way he would let his guard down.

She blinked twice before eyeing him carefully. She busted out with a grin. "Spider Man! This is great. You are just the person I've been looking for." She got up to take a step toward him, but when she did, he backed away. He stood up tall, just to let her know that he indeed did have the upper hand as far as stature went.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

He was trying to intimidate her! Kristi stood up confidently in front of him. Smiling to herself, she figured him to be a chauvinist. "Someone who doesn't want you as an enemy…..trust me."

He folded his arms over his chest and looked at her almost condescendingly. "Let me reiterate: who are you?"

Kristi was baffled. Why was he so…..uptight? Was he scared he was gonna get his job taken from him or something? Beginning to pace she said with some sarcasm, "I'm not sure. I don't have a nifty name like you do."

"Funny."

"Yes I know, and I'm sure I look even funnier in this getup."

"Why are you coming after me?" he asked while circling around her. He looked as though he were sizing her up.

She eyed him carefully. She felt like she was on display for him. "I'm not coming after you…I'm coming to you for help. Because…..I'm like you." Gripping her hands behind her back, she began to pace. "I think the same thing happened to us except mine has a sordid twist. I mean, I could be wrong, but I doubt it. I take it a spider bit you…..right?"

His head perked up suddenly. "How'd you-"

"Because the same thing happened to me and now…I can climb walls and…shoot silk out of my wrists and my reflexes are out of this world. Much like yours."

He shook his head slowly. "That's….."

"Incredible. I know. But there's more. I was bitten by the spider's offspring. That offspring had genetically engineered and chemically enhanced genes from its parents. It just so happened to find itself to my hand…and now its like I've been pulled into the Star Wars world. I can pull a Luke Skywalker and float stuff and shoot electricity like the emperor."

He walked closer to her form. "Were you that person in the alley a few nights ago?"

She exhaled loudly. "Yes..…"

"Why didn't you stop?"

She placed her hands on her head. "I don't know. I was freaked out. What's with all the questions inspector?"

His voice drawled out lazily. "I'm inquisitive, forgive me." He dropped his head for a moment and began to pace again. She certainly didn't lack in sarcasm and remarks were curt and to the point. Not looking up, he asked, "And you want help…from me?"

"Well..…that would seem logical, don't you think?"

He nodded his red head slowly. "I guess so….." Looking back up he asked quickly, "Why did you run?" It didn't sound like a question; it was more of a demand.

"I already told you."

"That wasn't a good enough answer."

She shot her hands up in defense. "I was scared okay! You could've been another one of those goons who wanted a piece of the action. First impulse, if frightened and you see someone with a mask after you were attacked the first time…learn your lesson by running your ass off until they are no longer behind you."

"You didn't stop to think that maybe I was Spider Man TRYING to help you?"

"If you're scared outta your mind, do you honestly think that you'll sit yourself down and analyze if: A. This masked person doesn't want to hurt you, B. Oh he's friends with the guy you just fried, or C. Maybe since you don't know either one, you'll walk up to him and ask him!" She took a deep breath. This was like talking to a brick wall. He was impossible. Of course he should doubt her, but…..he was there! He saw what was going on, and he was going to stand there and patronize her for her all too natural reactions? She felt like she had been thrown into a ring with a big, brawn bull, and she was wearing only red. She lifted her head at him with a voice she found to be much smaller than her own. "I was scared, and I think the thing that came over me was a nice familiar something called fear. I thought that was a logical emotion, but who knows, I may have been wrong." Twisting her hidden lips, she added with a hint of a sardonic tone, "Have you really been web slinging long enough to forget what it's like to be afraid?"

He stopped pacing for a moment to look at her. Here she was judging him when she knew nothing about him! She knew nothing about what he had given up and how he lived in a constant fear that people's lives would be in danger because of his current circumstances. He took a step toward her in anger. With gritted teeth, he forced out of his throat, "You know NOTHING about me, so don't…..judge…..me." She knew nothing about him yet, she judged him anyway. He was not oblivious to the sarcasm in her voice. He didn't place himself on a pedestal, and he knew it, but the sad truth was that sometimes he did find himself secretly daring the people he fought against, to try something.

If she was a criminal, he had to give to her for being a good enough actress to have the scared innocence down pack.

If her claims proved to be true, then of course she did have a point. It would be logical to run, but he couldn't just accept this with open arms. He saw her step back hesitantly from his tone. He brought his voice down to more pleasant decibels before beginning again. "I don't mean to attack you, but I have no guarantees that you aren't a criminal with a sob story. Can you give me a guarantee?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Only my word."

Only her word…"Not good enough," he said immediately.

She took a dramatic bow. "Well my fellow arachnid, you have to go on a leap of faith sometimes. You should have doubts, I'll be the first to admit that, but if I wanted you dead, I would have turned you into a crispy critter long time ago. All I truly want is for you to help me…..that's all."

He looked her over again. If this truly was an accident…if she really wanted help, then it was a little funny that she would have a costume already picked out. "Well what's with the outfit?"

She looked over the outfit quickly. Smoothing it with a quick hand, she said, "Well I figured if you could be a masked phantom with mystery surrounding you, why can't I? Besides, I think it's a cool outfit. Maybe when I'm done, I can use it for Halloween."

He smirked at her comment. Folding his arms, he demanded, "Tell me who you are."

She shook her finger at him. "That's a no no."

There was something funny about this. He felt…..funny about the whole situation. If she did need help, it was his duty after all to help her. Yet, she wore a mask…..she obviously did not want herself to be known. It didn't settle too well with him to know that he was helping someone whom he didn't even know if they had good tendencies, but who was he to talk? He seemed to be in the same predicament himself, yet she came to him, a complete stranger. He asked a slow, "Why?"

"Because if you can have your guard up, then so can I. I've told no one about this, and I don't plan on it. I'm not about to have the people I care about roped into this. Last thing they need is to know that the person they thought knew is a freak show." Thinking for a moment, she added, "No offense."

He shrugged his shoulders. "None taken."

Was it really that important that he knew who she was? What about the other way around? If he knew who she was, then she should have the same rights as him. She spun around to face his form head on with her hand on her hip. "How about this..…you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine."

He stared at her form for a moment. She was actually serious. He shook his head quickly. "No go."

Okay then…..if he wanted to be Mr. Mysterious, she was game. Kristi shrugged her shoulders. "Fine with me."

"Fine."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Fine."

He mimicked the action. "Fine."

She could see where this was leading. "Fine!" She sighed heavily. "Okay look…..are you going to help me or not? I have no one else to go to and besides…..if you refuse, I'll have to join up with an under lord and have you destroyed as a personal vendetta for refusing me," she said nonchalantly. Looking up, she could almost see the fumes coming from his head. She held up her hands in defense again. "Down boy! I'm JOKING! Sorry, you looked a little tense there…..even under the mask. Besides, I'm trying not to have this encounter end on a sour note, if you say no. Why not add a little humor into the cocktail…..or is that just not your favorite drink?"

"I'm not much of a drinker."

"Well neither am I, so at least we have something in common…besides this." She sighed again before looking up at him. "So…..will you help me, please?"

"How can I?"

"Tell me about yourself." Pointing at his costume, she added, "This self, not the real you. How do you cope, how do you hide this and..…" she eyed her wrists. "How the hell do you shoot that web stuff? It just seems to pop out sporadically!" She heard him chuckle. 'Well what do you know, he does have a sense of humor,' she thought with a smile. "Seriously, I'm asking you to be a teacher..…please?"

What the heck. She had a soothing presence, one far too rare to be ignored. It might be good for him to have someone suffering, so to speak, as he was. At least there would be someone in the world with the same problem as him. "Okay."

"Okay? Just like that?"

"Yeah, but I have to tell you…..I don't like you in the spandex."

She looked over the outfit. "Why?"

"Chicks always look better in spandex than guys. I don't like my attention being taken away from me." What in God's name was he saying? He was making witty and sharp comments almost as though they had been friends…

She rolled her eyes at him. "Geez, got an ego have we? I'll only attract guys most likely..…if they see me. I hope that doesn't bother you much..…if you were aiming for that audience, I'll be sure to dress down." It's not like she was gonna go everywhere with him or something. "And besides, as for the attention getter," she glimpsed at the back of him, "you have a cuter butt than me…..bigger too."

He blushed under the mask and looked down quickly. He mumbled quickly, "Not quite."

Oh, he noticed! "Okay teacher, if you are quite done checking out my ass…..what's the first lesson?"

Clearing his throat some, he said quickly, "The basics."

She clasped her hands together and rubbed them. "Shoot."

He smiled under the mask. "Exactly." Thus, her first night of learning how to shoot webbing from her wrists began.





Note: Okay…..here's the end of chap 7! You made it!! I wanted things to happen in here, so please bare with the length….there is so much to write!! Chapter 8 should be up within the next couple of days, if you can bear with me, I'd highly appreciate it. Don't forget to review please!