He followed her. Just to make sure. She ran this time. He wanted nothing more than to swing down there and ask her if she was alright. But he knew he couldn't. Another word out of him, and she could find out his secret. This is funny. They didn't formally meet until tonight, and she's already on the verge of finding out the man behind the mask. He hoped wall to wall with his masked eye looking at the blonde as she ran.

'Oh, god,' Spider-Man thought to himself. 'Do I like her too? Does this make it 4 girls now? Well...Gwen seems to be more compatible compare to the others. Mary Jane's unreachable. Rogue's untouchable. Black Cat's impossible. Maybe this time...'

"So is this what you do when you're bored, Spider?" Speak of the devil. That voice behind Spider-Man was unmistakable. Spider-Man was still crawling on the wall of the building watching Gwen as he heard footsteps on the top of the roof following him. "Check out high schoolers?"

How did she know he's a high schooler? That question didn't cross Spider-Man's mind. Instead he asks, "What makes you so sure that I'm not her age?" Black Cat didn't respond. "Besides, I'm not checking her out. I'm making sure she's safe."

"Safe?" asked Black Cat still strolling on the rooftop. "Do you know where you are, Spider? This is Bayville, not Brooklyn. Don't you have more important evil people to take out in like Manhattan, or Harlem, or Hell's Kitchen, or something?"

"This girl almost got raped earlier," explained Spider-Man not taking his eyes off Gwen. Black Cat was silent again, but the silence kind of seemed like she was scared. Spider-Man couldn't see her face of disbelief.

"What?" She finally spat out. "Gwe...wait. By who?"

"Her so called 'boyfriend'," explained Spider-Man, still eyes on the blonde.

"R..." Black Cat stopped herself, but Spider-Man didn't even hear her. "She did?" That was the only thing she could think of.

"Yeah," replied Spider-Man. "Sad, isn't it?" The two stopped when the blonde girl stopped at a small white house. She took out a key and opened her front door, but hesitated to enter the house. She stopped and looked at the street. "C'mon, Gwen," Spider-Man said very softly, soft enough so that Cat couldn't comprehend it. "Go inside." She finally forced herself inside and the door. "Thank God," he said as he rested his back against the wall using his feet to keep him clung on the wall.

Black Cat took a seat on the edge of the rooftop dangling her feet just above Spider-Man's head. "Do you normally follow the people you rescue home?" She asked right on que.

"No," Spider-Man replied simply.

"So what made her special?" Black Cat spoke with a certain sincerity. An uncharacteristic sincerity. "Just because she looks good in low-riders and a bare mid-drift."

"What do you think?" Asked Spider-Man.

"If I were to guess you're answer, it'd be 'No'." She replied. "But, you're a guy. And I don't care if you're a boyscout-super-hero, I know you can't look me in the eye and tell me her looks didn't have anything to do with it."

Spider-Man smiled under his mask and let out a small laugh. "You're one of those rich, pretty, popular girls at school, aren't you?" Black Cat stood silent. "Hell, do you even go to school? Because if you do, you're hair's a dead giveaway."

"Yeah, I go to school," began Cat. "Just like every American teenager. And my hairs not white."

"A wig?"

"Not exactly."

"So what color is it?"

Black Cat laughed. "Why so interested? You finally want some real information on me?"

"I'm still swallowing the fact that you're a teen." Spider-Man said laughing. "Actually, I'm more surprised that you told me you're a teen."

"Why not?" She asks. "Is it that weird that there are two teenaged animal-referenced super-people around?"

"Two?" asked Spider-Man. "What makes you think I'm a teenager?"

"You're voice," replied Black Cat. "The sound, and how you talk. It's easy to see. By the way, how old did you think I am?"

"I don't know," replied Peter. "20-something maybe?"

Black Cat laughed. "And you think you had a prayer with a 20 year old?"

"Every kid has a fantasy," Spider-Man countered. He really seemed to begin to enjoy talking...or flirting with Black Cat. She liked him this way too. "Besides, it's hard to find people like us. Even though the mutant birth rate is growing."

"Oh yeah, that's right." Black Cat was remained about mutants. "So it's a natural thing, mutation?"

"Sometimes," replied Spider-Man. "Most times, actually."

"What about you?" she asked.

"Me? I wasn't born with these powers."

"Me either."

"Really?"

"Yeah." He wanted to ask how she got her powers, but for some reason, that seemed to inappropriate right now.

"So...what color is you're hair?"

Black Cat laughed.

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The swing back to the mansion was hell. Why? Because it took a miracle to get Spider-Man's wound to stop bleeding, but it still hurt like no other. He would try to avoid swinging with hisright arm, but he need to do so to make turns. It seemed like forever before he got to the mansion. He landed on the wall next to his bedroom window. Before he entered, he took off his mask, put it on his belt under his top, and adjusted the bandage that Black Cat conveniently had which had covering his wound.

"I'm going to have to tell someone about this," Spider-Man spoke softly to himself. "This is probably the worst wound yet. Maybe Mr. McCoy will help me out. And maybe he'll keep the secr-"

Just then, a sound of breaking glass came from the lower window. Spider-Man froze. That was highly unusual. Just then, the sounds of moaning and struggling came from the same window. Spider-Man didn't waste time putting his mask back on. He just quickly dropped down to the living room window and look through it. It was dark, but he was able to see two bodies on the floor, and dark figure that snuck into the other room.

"What the hell?" Peter then quickly tried to open the window, but it was locked. He didn't want to waste time, so he jumped off the wall onto the floor, spun a web onto the rooftop, and launched himself right through the window.

He felt his face get cut, but it was too small to be concerned over. He quickly sprinted to the two bodies, and identified them. "Bobby! Jubilee!" Peter tried to shake them in an attempt to wake them up, but they remained out cold. "Bobby! C'mon! Wake up!" He then turned to Jubilee. "Jubes! C'mon, don't be dead." He check both of their pulses. They were still alive. He turned Jubilee over, and noticed a device on the back if her neck.

"What could this be?" Peter asked himself as he stared on the small circular metal plate on Jubilee's neck. The device was also flashing red. "Nano-technology?" Peter asked himself. He reached for the device and tried to pull it off her neck.

SPIDER-SENSE

"Whoa!" Peter yelped as he just let go of the circular device. The was one of the strongest spider-sense signals he ever got, and it disappeared after he stopped trying to pull the device off of Jubilee. "Okay, this probably won't work out to well," said Peter softly as he gently place Jubilee back down on the floor. "Sorry kids. You're going to have to hang out here for a while."

Just then, a door to Peter's right swung open. Peter leaped back and took a fighter stance, and so did the man who entered the room. "Peter?" asked the man who entered the room.

Peter let his guard down. "Scott?" Peter identified the man with the red glasses. Scott walked closer to Peter cautiously. "Scott, what the hell is going on?"

"Someone's in the mansion," he replied simply. Peter looked over Scott's shoulder and saw Ray, AKA Berzerker, running towards the two. "Besides us, everyone else is knocked out."

"Are you sure?" Asked Peter.

"Well, at least everyone we saw is knocked out," added Scott. "Including the professor."

"Do we have any idea who it is?" Asked Ray.

"Shh!" said Scott. The room was now silent. Something made it's way to Scott's ear, and Ray and peter began to hear it as well. Foot-steps.

It was coming from the door that led to the hallway. Scott signaled the other two to followed him slowly, and they did. Ray cat walked with Scott while Peter clung himself to the ceiling slowly walking towards the door. Scott reached for the door with one hand, and took grip on his glasses with the other, preparing for the worst. Ray charged one of his forearms with electric bolts, also preparing for a battle. Peter just remained on the ceiling, ready to pounce any threat.

Scott's hand finally reached the door.. He stalled for a minute and looked back on his two teammates, and then swung the door open.

There was a figure. Whoever it was, it yelled out a small yell of surprise. Ray pointed his fist forward, and Scott lifted his glasses very slightly, but stopped after realizing who it was.

"Rogue?" said Peter shocked to see her out of bed.

Rouge caught a glimpse of the three mutants. This was the first time she was out of bed for a while, and it was difficult for her to keep her balance. Before any words were exchanged, Rogue was quick on the offensive upon the sight of Ray's charged arm and Peter maskless in his costume. "What in the lord's good name are you guys doin'?" She asked angrily.

"The mansion has been infiltrated," replied Scott.

Peter jumped off the ceiling and landed right next to the unconscious bodies of Bobby and Jubilee. "And he doesn't seem to friendly," added Peter as he showed the back of Jubilee's neck to the rest of the mutants. "Check this out. I have no clue what they are, but I'm pretty sure it's what's keeping them unconscious."

The three other teens took a look at the small device on Jubilee's neck. With Peter's head turned, Ray charged his figure and attempt to short circuit the device.

Spider-Sense

"Wait! Wait!" Yelled Peter causing Ray to loose his concentration on his powers. "Don't do that.

"Why not?" Asked Ray slightly frustrated.

"Trust me," said Peter pointing to his own head hinting about his sixth sense. "There's nothing we can do for them now."

"Where is everyone else?" asked Rogue still not fully sure what's really going on. "Where's Logan?"

"I don't know," Scott was te one to reply. "I didn't find his body anywhere. And I'm not sure if these little things will effect him anyway. For now, we have to search the other rooms for the other's."

The four teenagers wasted no time to look for the rest of the X-Men, and possibly for the person responsible for this. After a few minutes of searching room for room in the mansion, they haven't found anyone else. They've made their way to the game room.

"Doesn't seem like anyone came here," commented Ray after taking a look at the room.

"Yeah?" asked Peter. "Take another look," said Peter slightly grimly. The other three ran over to Peter as they spotted him kneeling next to an immobile body. It belonged to Amara, AKA Magma.

"Damn," whispered Rogue.

"That's funny," Scott said somewhat unusually.

"What?" asked Rogue.

"What was she doing here a-"

Scott was interrupted by a sudden thud. Peter, Ray, and Scott turned their heads to the game room door just to witness Rogue's body collapsing to the floor.

"He's here!" yelled Scott, but whoever "he" was, he was no where to be found. "Everyone, stay on guard!"

Strangely, Peter never got a spider-sense signal...at least not yet. Just then, a masculine yell came from behind. Peter and Scott both turned around to see Ray also collapse on the floor, with a short, black figure right where he was standing. Scott wasted no time and took off his ruby-quartz shades and released a brief giant blast right where the figure was standing.

All that was heard was the sound of the blast, and a small, almost feminine, moan of struggle. Scott quickly put his glasses back on, and he and Peter tried to get a better look to see if Scott hit his target. It was still dark, but from the looks of things, the figure was no longer there.

Spider-Sense...finally

"Scott!" yelled Peter at the top of his lungs. "Look out!"

But it was too late, the figure quickly dashed behind the young leader of the X-Men and he too collapsed. Peter took a step back, and placed his right palm on the floor as if he's ready for a fight, but the figure disappeared again into the dark. Peter didn't move, he knew he was the next target.

He decided to remain still and let...whoever it is...come to him. He closed his eyes and focused on nothing but his spider-sense. He focused so hard that he began to notice a lot of things. The creeks in the walls. The roughness of the floor. The pain in his left shoulder due to the stab he received earlier.

Everything was quiet, making it easy for him to track the intruder. He just stood there with a palm to the floor...waiting...for the right moment...focusing...until...

Spider-sense!

He saw it. He knew exactly what the intruder wanted to do. She dashed herself right behind Peter and quickly attempted to place a device, undoubtably the same advice that was found earlier, on the back of Peter's neck.

Peter's eyes swung open, and quickly dodged the attacker, and used his right foot to kick her in the stomach. He heard feet tap the ground as the attacker took a few steps back in surprise.

He quickly jumped up, turned himself around in mid-air, and spun one of the biggest webs he had ever done. Peter stopped webbing the intruder by the time he landed on his feet and right hand. There was a flash of pain from the stab wound, but Peter tried his best to brush it off.

"Not as fast as you thought?" asked Peter in his usual playful way. Although he didn't have his mask on, Peter was still in 'Spider-Man mode'. He slowly strutted toward the captured struggling intruder trying to ignore the pain in his arm. "Let me tell you something. Next time you try to ambush a mansion," he began again as he began to get a better look at the attacker. "Try to make sure that it isn't occupied by super-people, huh? You might have better lu-"

Peter stopped. His jaw almost detached from his face when got a good look at the fly in his web. It was a girl. A little girl. 13 years old maybe...no older than 14. Peter felt like he threw up his heart and swallowed it back. He was rendered speechless.

"All of this," Peter finally spat out. "Was from you?" The girl had a angered look on her face. She also let out some kind of growl. It kind of reminded Peter of someone. "The X-Men was outmatched by a little girl?" The webbed-up girl became angrier. "Who are you? Are you a mutant?"

Just then, the girl gave Peter an evil, animal-like smile. Just then, a very familiar 'SKNIT!' like sound came from the girl, and the webs on her fell off, revealing her full-body jump suit...and two metallic claws from each fist.

Peter stared at the smiling girl in horror, and only one sentence came to mind.

"...No fucking way..."

Just then, the girl let own a battle yell, similar to a certain Wolverine, and jumped towards Peter with her claws out. Peter had no problem dodging it, but it was still hard to digest what he just saw. All Peter could do right now was dodge the female wolverine's attacks, but it didn't last long. His shoulder was in too much pain.

Maybe he would have lasted a little longer before the was knocked out by that small device if his shoulder hadn't been stabbed.


Angels mourn crying, praying for your soul as my eyes open from their state of sleep. I feel my blood
turn into a frozen river. Nightmares so close that the cold hard truth was in the air. My heart locked shut, and I accidently gave you the key. Lies hold me emptiness fills my broken heart screaming a name hoping for a response.

(A/N: Before ANYONE says ANYTHING, I know this is almost nothing how it went in Evo. I had to tie Spider-Man in the mix. Thank you. REVIEW!)