Spider-Man and the Black Cat was there when the NYPD came. They had Scorpion in what looked like a metal straitjacket as they pushed him towards the police van. "Hey fella's, I'm not sure that straightjacket is going to be enough. This guy has super strength."
"Thanks for the warning, Spider-Man, but this is a special straightjacket designed for people with super strength. It was designed by Reed Richards, himself."
Spider-Man knew of Reed Richards. He never got to meet Reed or his wife Susan, but he knew of his reputation of trying to help humanity in any way they can. Spider-Man turned to talk to the Black Cat, but she was gone. "Gone again!"
Spider-Man fired web lines and swung high above the campus to look for her. He fought his blurry vision until he was too tired to continue looking. He landed on roof of the academic building. It was weird that his body was so sore and tire. It had to have something to do with that poisonous gas that was sprayed in his face.
"It's about time Spidey!" The Black Cat appeared almost out of nowhere from behind, startling Spider-Man. "Or, if we are going to be partners in crime fighting, should I call you Peter."
Spider-Man stood there stunned, not sure what to say. "I don't know what you are talking about? I'm not this Peter guy that you are talking about."
"Oh come on, Peter Parker, you don't have to pretend with me. I know it's you. You can trust me; your secret is safe with me." The Black Cat smiled.
"You want me to trust you yet you go sneaking around and find out my secret identity," Spider-Man said firmly.
"Peter, it's me!" The Black Cat deactivated a device on her neck, underneath her costume, and reached for her facemask. She slowly removed it over her head to reveal Felicia Hardy.
"Felicia!" This was another unexpected surprise to Spider-Man. How could he have not known by the white hair. "But your voice is so much different."
"It's this little device that disguises my voice," Felicia said in her more feminine voice as she unbuttoned her neck color to show him the device around her neck. "Your mask muffles your voice quite well, but mine just covers my eyes and forehead. My hair and my voice would be a dead giveaway to my identity."
"I've always thought that I was alone in this world. That no one knows what it's like to be someone like me, with all these powers that were given to me, and just struggling to make two separate lives work."
"You are not alone, Peter." Felicia said putting a hand on his shoulder.
"A partnership you say?" Spider-Man looked up at Felicia.
Felicia smiled. "That are things we can learn from each other. The villains seem to be getting stronger, and no one man can handle the pressure of saving an entire city alone."
Spider-Man chuckled. "It would be nice to have some help. My life is getting so much more complex now that I have an internship with Dr. Octavius. I've only been a hero for a year now, and I am still trying to find the proper balance between both my life as Spider-Man and my life as Peter Parker."
"I haven't been a hero that long either, but this maybe something we can work on together." She reached her right hand out.
Spider-man looked into the ocean blue eyes of Felicia. "Partners!" He met her right hand with his and they shook hands. "I need to get going."
"I'll come around to your place some time tonight."
"I'll see you then." Spider-Man shot web lines at a near by oak tree. He nearly tripped as he jumped off the building, but he swung like his normal self. The Black Cat noticed his near trip and knew something was not right with Spider-Man. He was going to have to keep an eye on him and make sure he gets home alright."
Spider-Man returned to the bathroom he had used to change. He rushed to get put the clothes back on over his costume and stepped out of the bathroom. He tried to find the best way to head home and rest, but a hand from behind grabbed Peter by his right shoulder.
* * * *
Mary Jane was racing to the science section of the school to see if Peter was around during this attack on the school. She saw that this part of the school was the hardest hit and sustained a lot of damage, and there were lots of injuries. There paramedics treating students with cuts and some were put on stretchers for serious injuries and broken bones. She found Peter sitting on a large piece of the building near and a Paramedic was treating his lip and a cut across his forehead.
"Peter! Are you alright?" She rushed over and without thinking, placed a hand on his knee.
"Yea, just got a little banged up when that 'thing' crashed through the wall."
"He's got a slight concussion, a small lash across the forehead, and a busted lip, but nothing a few days rest won't cure." The paramedic reported.
"Peter, you better go home and rest, you really don't look so hot!"
Peter felt the cold sweat on his brow, but pretended that it wasn't there. "I'll be fine. I'll just go take some photos for work, and then I'll go home. I don't have to worry about my internship until next week."
"Are you sure you're alright?" MJ asked, looking concerned about him. She knew that he was hiding something.
"Trust me MJ, I'll be okay. I'll go right home and rest after taking a few photos, I promise."
"Okay, but I'm calling you in two hours, you better be home be home by then!"
The paramedic stood up and gently slapped him on the back. "You're done. If I were you, I would do what she says!" He said with a laugh.
Peter stood up and picked up his backpack. "I'll be there. You have my word." Peter climbed over the debris to make his way out into the courtyard. He nearly lost his balance one on of the pieces. He waved back to MJ and headed off.
"Hey MJ!" Felicia said walking up to Mary Jane. "You want to walk home together?"
She didn't look back at Felicia; her eyes were focused on Peter, knowing something was seriously wrong by just the way he was walking. "Something is wrong with Peter. I don't know if he's sick or what, but I know something is wrong. I am going to wait for him at his house and see how serious this is."
"Okay. I'll see you later!" The truth of the matter was, she was going to do the same thing, but fortunately she had the ability to get to Peter first, if she needed to.
* * * *
Peter did want to take some photo's for Mr. Jameson but he was finding it getting harder and harder to walk straight. Everything was starting to spin. He had decided to just go home and go to bed, but even that seemed impossible by walking. He had to make it home before he collapsed; he had no choice. He looked around to see if anyone was watching and when he thought it was clear, he made his way down ally. There He ripped off his clothes, revealing his Spider-Man Costume. He put on his mask, and began climbing the tower.
He left his clothes in the alley; at that very moment he could care less about his clothes, he needed to get home as fast as he possibly could. As soon as he was high enough on the tower he detached himself from the wall, and fired web lines and began swinging his way home.
A few times, he nearly collided into a skyscraper, but he was able to make it home. He crashed through his door window as they slammed open with impact. He hit the floor with a thud and struggled to get back up to his feet. His lungs felt like they were on fire. Everything was spinning in circles, and his strength was zapped. He collapsed on the floor and slipped into the darkness.
* * * *
Moments later, The Black Cat arrived, landing on the balcony. She carried with him, the clothes that Peter had taken off in the alley. When she saw him on the floor, she dropped the clothes and ran into Peter's room. He felt his forehead and found he had a very high temperature. He was shivering viciously. Suddenly, she could hear the elevator from outside the front door. Mary Jane was on her way here. Things would not go well if she found Peter in his Spider-Man Costume. There was only one thing to do.
* * * *
Mary Jane walked up to the front door to see it slightly open. Hoping that she was not walking into the middle of a robbery, she slightly pushed the door open. "Peter, are you here?"
There was no reply, and there was no movement in the building, which settled her worries about walking into the middle of a robbery. "Peter?" There still came no reply. Could it be that he still was not home? Then why would he leave the door slightly open? There was no one in the kitchen or the living room. The apartment brought back many memories, some good and some bad. It was here, while she was dating Harry, that she had overheard his father speak trash about her during Thanksgiving dinner.
There was only one place Peter could be, and she knew she had to check, no matter how uncomfortable it made her feel visiting someone else's bedroom. She walked slowly up the wooden stairs and pushed open Peter's bedroom door. "Peter, are you...Peter!" She cried and ran into the room seeing him unconscious on the floor. He turned him flat onto his back. Cold sweat drenched his entire face. His body was shaking, almost convulsing. He was burning up with a very high fever. "Oh my god! Peter!"
She found a phone in Peter's room and ran to it. She stumbled dialing a phone number and waited until the other line answered. After four rings, someone on the other line answered. "Hello?"
"Hello, Aunt May! This is Mary Jane! You need to come here quickly! Peter is very sick! I don't know what to do; I've never seen anything like this!"
* * * *
The Black Cat listened from the roof. She had taken Peter's costume totally off and hid it under the bed so Mary Jane or anyone else would find it. She dressed him back into the clothes he had been wearing that day. She also opened the front door slightly to let Mary Jane in. She knew that she had to make sure all evidence pointing to Peter being Spider-Man had to be hidden. She now was satisfied that her work was done, but was still very concerned about Spider-Man.
That gas that Scorpion had sprayed was more lethal than anyone would have guessed. It had slowly eaten through his immune system, and now he looked like he was on the brink of death. What is worst is that she was helpless to do anything about it. She cannot visit him, due to offending Mary Jane. She like Mary Jane, but she was her competition for the heart Peter. Felicia would quite at nothing to win his heart. It wasn't that she hated Mary Jane, but she thought of herself as the more perfect match for Peter. The Black Cat headed back for her house. There was nothing more she could do.
"Thanks for the warning, Spider-Man, but this is a special straightjacket designed for people with super strength. It was designed by Reed Richards, himself."
Spider-Man knew of Reed Richards. He never got to meet Reed or his wife Susan, but he knew of his reputation of trying to help humanity in any way they can. Spider-Man turned to talk to the Black Cat, but she was gone. "Gone again!"
Spider-Man fired web lines and swung high above the campus to look for her. He fought his blurry vision until he was too tired to continue looking. He landed on roof of the academic building. It was weird that his body was so sore and tire. It had to have something to do with that poisonous gas that was sprayed in his face.
"It's about time Spidey!" The Black Cat appeared almost out of nowhere from behind, startling Spider-Man. "Or, if we are going to be partners in crime fighting, should I call you Peter."
Spider-Man stood there stunned, not sure what to say. "I don't know what you are talking about? I'm not this Peter guy that you are talking about."
"Oh come on, Peter Parker, you don't have to pretend with me. I know it's you. You can trust me; your secret is safe with me." The Black Cat smiled.
"You want me to trust you yet you go sneaking around and find out my secret identity," Spider-Man said firmly.
"Peter, it's me!" The Black Cat deactivated a device on her neck, underneath her costume, and reached for her facemask. She slowly removed it over her head to reveal Felicia Hardy.
"Felicia!" This was another unexpected surprise to Spider-Man. How could he have not known by the white hair. "But your voice is so much different."
"It's this little device that disguises my voice," Felicia said in her more feminine voice as she unbuttoned her neck color to show him the device around her neck. "Your mask muffles your voice quite well, but mine just covers my eyes and forehead. My hair and my voice would be a dead giveaway to my identity."
"I've always thought that I was alone in this world. That no one knows what it's like to be someone like me, with all these powers that were given to me, and just struggling to make two separate lives work."
"You are not alone, Peter." Felicia said putting a hand on his shoulder.
"A partnership you say?" Spider-Man looked up at Felicia.
Felicia smiled. "That are things we can learn from each other. The villains seem to be getting stronger, and no one man can handle the pressure of saving an entire city alone."
Spider-Man chuckled. "It would be nice to have some help. My life is getting so much more complex now that I have an internship with Dr. Octavius. I've only been a hero for a year now, and I am still trying to find the proper balance between both my life as Spider-Man and my life as Peter Parker."
"I haven't been a hero that long either, but this maybe something we can work on together." She reached her right hand out.
Spider-man looked into the ocean blue eyes of Felicia. "Partners!" He met her right hand with his and they shook hands. "I need to get going."
"I'll come around to your place some time tonight."
"I'll see you then." Spider-Man shot web lines at a near by oak tree. He nearly tripped as he jumped off the building, but he swung like his normal self. The Black Cat noticed his near trip and knew something was not right with Spider-Man. He was going to have to keep an eye on him and make sure he gets home alright."
Spider-Man returned to the bathroom he had used to change. He rushed to get put the clothes back on over his costume and stepped out of the bathroom. He tried to find the best way to head home and rest, but a hand from behind grabbed Peter by his right shoulder.
* * * *
Mary Jane was racing to the science section of the school to see if Peter was around during this attack on the school. She saw that this part of the school was the hardest hit and sustained a lot of damage, and there were lots of injuries. There paramedics treating students with cuts and some were put on stretchers for serious injuries and broken bones. She found Peter sitting on a large piece of the building near and a Paramedic was treating his lip and a cut across his forehead.
"Peter! Are you alright?" She rushed over and without thinking, placed a hand on his knee.
"Yea, just got a little banged up when that 'thing' crashed through the wall."
"He's got a slight concussion, a small lash across the forehead, and a busted lip, but nothing a few days rest won't cure." The paramedic reported.
"Peter, you better go home and rest, you really don't look so hot!"
Peter felt the cold sweat on his brow, but pretended that it wasn't there. "I'll be fine. I'll just go take some photos for work, and then I'll go home. I don't have to worry about my internship until next week."
"Are you sure you're alright?" MJ asked, looking concerned about him. She knew that he was hiding something.
"Trust me MJ, I'll be okay. I'll go right home and rest after taking a few photos, I promise."
"Okay, but I'm calling you in two hours, you better be home be home by then!"
The paramedic stood up and gently slapped him on the back. "You're done. If I were you, I would do what she says!" He said with a laugh.
Peter stood up and picked up his backpack. "I'll be there. You have my word." Peter climbed over the debris to make his way out into the courtyard. He nearly lost his balance one on of the pieces. He waved back to MJ and headed off.
"Hey MJ!" Felicia said walking up to Mary Jane. "You want to walk home together?"
She didn't look back at Felicia; her eyes were focused on Peter, knowing something was seriously wrong by just the way he was walking. "Something is wrong with Peter. I don't know if he's sick or what, but I know something is wrong. I am going to wait for him at his house and see how serious this is."
"Okay. I'll see you later!" The truth of the matter was, she was going to do the same thing, but fortunately she had the ability to get to Peter first, if she needed to.
* * * *
Peter did want to take some photo's for Mr. Jameson but he was finding it getting harder and harder to walk straight. Everything was starting to spin. He had decided to just go home and go to bed, but even that seemed impossible by walking. He had to make it home before he collapsed; he had no choice. He looked around to see if anyone was watching and when he thought it was clear, he made his way down ally. There He ripped off his clothes, revealing his Spider-Man Costume. He put on his mask, and began climbing the tower.
He left his clothes in the alley; at that very moment he could care less about his clothes, he needed to get home as fast as he possibly could. As soon as he was high enough on the tower he detached himself from the wall, and fired web lines and began swinging his way home.
A few times, he nearly collided into a skyscraper, but he was able to make it home. He crashed through his door window as they slammed open with impact. He hit the floor with a thud and struggled to get back up to his feet. His lungs felt like they were on fire. Everything was spinning in circles, and his strength was zapped. He collapsed on the floor and slipped into the darkness.
* * * *
Moments later, The Black Cat arrived, landing on the balcony. She carried with him, the clothes that Peter had taken off in the alley. When she saw him on the floor, she dropped the clothes and ran into Peter's room. He felt his forehead and found he had a very high temperature. He was shivering viciously. Suddenly, she could hear the elevator from outside the front door. Mary Jane was on her way here. Things would not go well if she found Peter in his Spider-Man Costume. There was only one thing to do.
* * * *
Mary Jane walked up to the front door to see it slightly open. Hoping that she was not walking into the middle of a robbery, she slightly pushed the door open. "Peter, are you here?"
There was no reply, and there was no movement in the building, which settled her worries about walking into the middle of a robbery. "Peter?" There still came no reply. Could it be that he still was not home? Then why would he leave the door slightly open? There was no one in the kitchen or the living room. The apartment brought back many memories, some good and some bad. It was here, while she was dating Harry, that she had overheard his father speak trash about her during Thanksgiving dinner.
There was only one place Peter could be, and she knew she had to check, no matter how uncomfortable it made her feel visiting someone else's bedroom. She walked slowly up the wooden stairs and pushed open Peter's bedroom door. "Peter, are you...Peter!" She cried and ran into the room seeing him unconscious on the floor. He turned him flat onto his back. Cold sweat drenched his entire face. His body was shaking, almost convulsing. He was burning up with a very high fever. "Oh my god! Peter!"
She found a phone in Peter's room and ran to it. She stumbled dialing a phone number and waited until the other line answered. After four rings, someone on the other line answered. "Hello?"
"Hello, Aunt May! This is Mary Jane! You need to come here quickly! Peter is very sick! I don't know what to do; I've never seen anything like this!"
* * * *
The Black Cat listened from the roof. She had taken Peter's costume totally off and hid it under the bed so Mary Jane or anyone else would find it. She dressed him back into the clothes he had been wearing that day. She also opened the front door slightly to let Mary Jane in. She knew that she had to make sure all evidence pointing to Peter being Spider-Man had to be hidden. She now was satisfied that her work was done, but was still very concerned about Spider-Man.
That gas that Scorpion had sprayed was more lethal than anyone would have guessed. It had slowly eaten through his immune system, and now he looked like he was on the brink of death. What is worst is that she was helpless to do anything about it. She cannot visit him, due to offending Mary Jane. She like Mary Jane, but she was her competition for the heart Peter. Felicia would quite at nothing to win his heart. It wasn't that she hated Mary Jane, but she thought of herself as the more perfect match for Peter. The Black Cat headed back for her house. There was nothing more she could do.