Saturday morning finally arrived, and Anya awoke from a rough slumber on her sofa. It was 9:35 A.M. and she soon remembered that Peter was supposed to call last night. She ran over to her answering machine to see that there were no new messages. She gave a heavy sigh and slumped to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Hours passed as 12:00 finally came around the corner. Anya sat upon her bed, looking over her family album when the phone rang. She shut the album and carefully placed it by her bedside, running to answer the phone. "Hello?" she responded. "Hey Anya, its Peter. Sorry I didn't call you last night. I was busy," the voice on the other end said. "Its okay Pete, I was quite busy myself," she told him, last night coming back to her memory. "Yeah, well, anyways I was wondering if maybe we could go to this new restaurant next Saturday called Charlene's Garden. Today doesn't look like such a good day for me," he proposed. "Sounds good to me, Peter. How's 6:00 sound to you?" she asked.

"Yeah that's a good time. I'll pick you up at your place if that's okay with you."

"Of course, Peter," Anya replied, and gave him her apartment number. They exchanged a few words and said their goodbyes, and Anya let out a breath of air as she set the phone on its charger. The sun rays streamed in through the windows and reflected off of the red eye mask placed on the end table. A grin spread across Anya's pretty face, and she got up and snatched it off of the table, heading toward her bedroom to change into her costume.

A whole week had flown by, and the Incredible Spider-woman had been made public. Although, some people had their doubts, since no shots of the new feminine heroine had been brought to the civic eye. Heck, some people didn't even believe in Spiderman. Many citizens theorized that the new hero was just a wannabe fan with years of martial arts training. Yet all of this information had not yet been spread across the whole city. There was still one person who was baffled, and that was Spider-man. He had not heard of any information on Spider-woman, and was wondering who had been stopping all these crimes. He had no way of knowing about this new hero, anyway. He hadn't been to the Bugle's office in awhile, on account of J.J.'s vacation he was on, so he couldn't have heard from there, and his college class didn't go on that week. He just had to find out how this was happening. He hadn't stopped any crimes or anything since the first incident with the drug store.

Spiderman felt the cold night blow over him as he swung through the city early in the night. He wasn't just on his daily patrol, he was on a mission. It had been this night that he had chosen to find this "crime stopper" and he was ready. When he had found out about some thugs planning on robbing the city museum, he right then knew that whoever this new hero was would show up there. With a few more swings through the air, he agilely landed on top of the museum building, crawling over to the edge where the back entrance was, and waited. "Whoever this is, they better show up," Spidey mumbled, peering down into the alley of the building. It wasn't long when, sure enough, the thugs arrived, armed and ready to go. He watched as they communicated to each other about how to get in, and then set to work. One thief carefully pulled out some sort of laser and scanned the back door of the museum with it. A deactivating laser? Spidey thought, crawling as far as he could to the edge of the building without being seen. The thug then placed the laser into his bag and slowly opened the door, the rest of his crew following him inside.

When the last thug disappeared into the building, Spidey did a quick flip off of the top of the museum and landed perfectly on his feet, carefully entering the place. Once he got inside, he quickly shot a string of web up at the ceiling and swung onto a beam held high up in the air, almost touching the ceiling.

He hung out on the beam as he got settled and watched the thugs go to work. They didn't seem too bright, and didn't seem too dumb either. He'd seen robberies like this before and usually they were smarter than this. After about ten minutes of waiting, Spidey grew tired. He couldn't stand just watching a crime unfold before his eyes like this. He sighed, and was about ready to give up before he spotted an alarm near the entrance from where he came. His spider vision gave him the ability to see that the alarm was still activated, because of the blinking red light. "How smart to not deactivate the main alarm," Spidey muttered, rolling his eyes.

With the men busy looting, Spiderman shot a thin strand of web out at the alarm handle and quickly pulled up on it, causing the sound of a hundred school bells going off. Spidey was so anxious to find out who this person was that he couldn't even sit still. He watched in amusement as the thugs panicked and began to grab everything in sight, running and bumping into each other. A matter of seconds flew by, when the sound of a woman's voice rang through the air, "Ah, nice night to rob a museum, huh guys?" Spidey shot his head into the direction of the voice and froze when he saw the figure of a woman fly down from the ceiling and onto the ground, immediately landing a kick into a thug's face. It was now quite dark in the museum and Spidey could hardly make out the woman's appearance. All he saw were the bodies of the robbers fly through the air, in every which way. "At least I know I didn't come here for nothing," Spidey whispered, still perched onto the beam near the ceiling.

The last man finally fell to the ground and there was only the sound of the alarm left into the building. If Spidey really wanted to find out who this was, he would have to follow her. So far, the woman was still in a fighting stance, and so he waited patiently up on the beam. His steel blue eyes rested upon the female, as he watched her dart towards the exit of the museum. When he found that she had departed completely, he leapt down from the beam and swung out of the building through the same exit.

Anxiety ran down Spider-man's spine as he saw the figure of the woman perched on a building higher than the one he stood upon. He couldn't believe how fast she was, as he blinked and she was gone. Web shot out of Spidey's wrist and attached to a building near by, allowing him to swing up to where the woman had been. He made it just in time to see her jump off of the building in front of him and attach something to another structure.

The woman used the rope or cable or whatever to swing to another building and then another. This person caught a hold of Spidey's interest drastically. He had to get quite close to see what she was using to swing from building top to building top, but just as he was close enough, the woman came to a stop and whipped around, almost as though she could feel that someone was following her.

Spider-man ducked below an air conditioning hood on top of the building, and stood as still as possible. After a minute, Spidey poked his head around the corner, to see that the woman had her back turned towards him and was looking over the city below. She seemed to be in deep thought, as he saw that she was barley moving, the light breeze flowing through her long hair. Very cautiously, Spidey arose from behind the air hood and walked towards the woman. He leaned against the wall to the back-left of the lady, and crossed his arms, before very casually speaking, "So you're the new hero in Queens now, huh?" The woman seemed to freeze, and slowly turn around to face the owner of the voice. Right at that moment, both seemed to go into shock. Spidey couldn't believe his eyes. She was so stunningly gorgeous, it was unreal. Whoa, he thought to himself.

What caught his attention second was her outfit. It seemed so similar to his, but cut into sections, and had only an eye mask which was placed so precise that her identity could not be recognized. Her body was too breath taking to not look over. He found himself confounded, and he tried not to show it.

Meanwhile, Anya was having the same problem. The famous Spider-man was right in front of her eyes talking to her. She couldn't believe it. The article she had read in the magazine had said that Spider-man might have been a fake, but she no longer doubted that. She had proof right there and that was enough. Never once had she seen him swing through the city on all her nights of work, and yet here he was. Of course the "big brave Spider-woman" could not seem like a joke to the well-known Spider-man, so she put on a stern face. "Well all be damned if it isn't Spider-man," she said as best she could without sounding nervous.

Spidey had to smile at that and was lucky that he had his mask to hide it. "That's what they call me. And just who are you supposed to be?" he asked, moving off of the wall and striding towards her.

Anya smiled seductively and decided to play her boy toy game with the hero to ease her nervousness. "Awe, has the Spider not ever heard of Spider-woman?" she asked, placing the tip of her index finger slightly on her bottom teeth. Spider-man raised an eyebrow from under his mask.

"Spider-woman? What are you, my long lost sister?" he asked. Anya let out a slight chuckle, flipping her hair away from her face before she leisurely strode over to him and gazed into his reflective spider eyes, as if she could see through them.

"You know, you look taller in person," she spoke not lifting her eyes from his.

"You seem to be putting a lot of focus on me. Let's talk about you. Like, why you seem to be wandering around New York in a costume stopping crimes and calling yourself Spider-woman, for instance," Spidey stated, his tenseness slowly lifting off his shoulders.

"I could ask the very same question about you," she replied, keeping the seductive smile on her face.

"I have my reasons. Plus I have what is called "super powers" which means I'm not really endangering my life. Do you have any idea on how big of a risk you're taking here?"

Anya gave an innocent pout and grazed her manicured fingers lightly over the side of Spidey's mask. She could tell he was tensing up. "Spider-man, do you really not know who I am?" she asked quietly, and raised her hand up to her face, as if she were examining it. She had sensed a mugger down in the alley below, and thought fast. In a flash she aimed her wrist at him and shot out a string of web, attaching it to his arm. She pulled back hard on the web rope and sent the man flying through the air and up to where she was. He landed right in front of her and she then shot out two webs, tying his arms down at his sides. When she finished, she planted a kick right in his stomach and plastered him with web to the wall which Spider-man had been leaning on.

Spidey had his mouth held open in complete shock, as he stared at the unconscious mugger on the wall. He didn't believe what he had just witnessed. Anya on the other hand, had her arms laced together in the air, stretching out from her brief disturbance. "No super powers, huh?" she casually stated, now checking out her nails.

"How did you just do that?" he asked her, still trying to overcome the shock of seeing his like, clone.

"Well if I told you, I'd have to kill you now wouldn't I?" she began, "And I would hate to have to waste a way a perfectly toned body such as yours."

Spider-man stared as if trying to bring two and two together in the situation. "Is there something wrong?" she asked sarcastically.

"Oh no, everything is just peachy. I just find out that someone has basically the same abilities as I do, wears a similar costume, and goes by almost the same name. Yeah, everything is going great," he replied in his usual sarcastic tone. "Why are you doing this all of a sudden?" he asked, beginning to overcome his shock of the event that unfolded before him.

"My reasons are my business, Spider-man," she simply responded.

"I'm guessing I'm not going to get much out of you," Spidey said.

"You're a smart cookie, Spider, the way you figure those things out on your own."

"I try my best. By the way, how did you find out about me anyways?" Spidey asked, finally ending the line of smart ass remarks.

"A little thing I like to call, the press," Anya replied, again flipping her hair out of her face.

Spidey shook his head. "Yeah, leave it to old J.J. to break the news, stat," he said as if he had said it many times before. There was a brief pause between the two, before a loud BANG rang through the streets. Both the heroes jumped and whipped around in the direction of the blast. "What was that?" Spidey asked, scanning the streets below.

"No idea," Anya retorted, until right then she found the source. "Oh my God…" were the only words that could escape from her mouth.