AN: Hey everyone, before we get into this chapter, I want to thank everyone for liking and following my story. I hope you guys love it a lot. Here's a question for you readers, since there are six new opponents for David to face, half of them are evil while the other half are good, what should I call the group as a whole? It can't be the Sinister Six or Superhero Six. I will admit, this is a bit of a challenge but I can't think of any words that are alliterative with the word 'Six'. Maybe it doesn't have to be alliterative but Marvel has a habit of giving characters and groups alliterative names so I'm leaning more towards the group having an alliterviate name like The S_ Six but I can't think of anything. I'm willing to hear out your suggestions so please leave a review.

Chapter 2-2

Cafeteria, Midtown High

"Did you guys see Spider-Man?" a student asked. "He was being chased by a girl!"

"What kind of girl?" another asked.

"A girl with spider-powers like him."

"Holy shit, there's another Spider-Man?"

"I think she's a Spider-Woman."

A third student spoke up. "No, haven't you heard the news, there are three Spider-Men. Well, four if you count the OG."

"Four," the first student repeated, "no fucking shit."

"Cross your heart and hope to die?" a fourth one demanded.

The third student crossed his heart. "Cross my heart, hope to die, if I'm lying, may I cry."

David turned away from the conversation and closed his eyes.

Spider-Men. Ever since last night, trends about there being FOUR Spider-Men have been surfing the 'web'. I was caught on camera by several people being chased by a spider-girl and a spider-boy while the third one in an ugly sleeveless sweater was seen fighting the Trinity Threesome at some bank.

David took out his phone and pulled up a video on the Daily Bugle website. He plugged in his earbuds and listened to the video. The video showed footage of him being chased by Cindy and the sidekick before switching to the Scarlet Spider fighting the Hobgoblin.

"And would you look at that, folks," Jameson reported. "As if one Spider-Man wasn't enough, now we have FOUR of them and I'm just as fearful of them as I am with the first Spider-Man."

The website showed a picture of the Scarlet Spider.

"This webhead in the sweater fought the Hobgoblin and lost. The real Spider-Man would've forced the Hobgoblin to retreat but the Hobgoblin defeated the blue sweater Spider-Man and left without laying a single punch on any of the three Spider-Men."

David scrolled through the comments.

GEDman: I feel safer with the new Spider-Man, he wasn't trying to kill the hobgoblin or anything.

BrawlGuy12: Where can I get Spider-Man's powers?

CimbalSymbol: The girl is hot, why is Spider-Man running from her?

So these new Spider-Men generally have a positive reception. Whatever, I don't care.

David pulled his earbuds out.

"Hey, Davey."

David turned to see Eddie with a lunch tray approach him. "What's up, man?"

"Eh, nothing much. Have you seen the news recently?"

David held up his phone. "I'm watching it right now."

"Insane," Eddie described. "Wicked insane. There are FOUR spider-people and three supervillains, insane. Well, I guess technically, three new spiders and three new supervillains but still insane."

"Insane indeed. But if you watch the videos and look at the pictures-"

"Look at the pictures… I took the pictures."

You were there, I didn't even notice. I just swung to the Webb Hotel then swung away. I wonder if the media knows that it was the copy-spiders that rescued the people inside the hotel and not me. Doesn't matter, I guess.

David held his hands up in mock surrender. "Sorry. My point that I was about to make was that the three new spider-people don't seem to align at all with the old Spider-Man."

"I noticed. They were chasing after him, even after he saved those people at the Webb Hotel. They attacked Spider-Man unprovoked." He sighed and took a seat beside David. "I guess they share different ideologies."

Duh…

"Looks like Spider-Man's got his work cut out for him." David pocketed his phone. "He has the Hobgoblin, Scorpion, Prowler, and now these three Spider-Men against him."

"Six people, that's quite a step up from the Green Goblin and Detective Octopus."

"You're telling me. Who do you think is going to win?"

Eddie hesitated. "I don't know. I mean, I want Spider-Man to win because I believe in him but at the same time, the other three spider-guys don't seem to be particularly malicious. They did attack Spider-Man but they weren't violent with him. I'm sure they have good hearts but Spider-Man was here first so I'm behind the OG spider."

Thanks, Eddie, I always knew I could count on you to be my most loyal fanatic.

"If we're being honest, I'm surprised your boss hasn't come up with a name for these three spider-guys."

Eddie nodded. "Yeah. Jameson said that naming three Spider-people is hard. As if naming the three supervillains. He likes his names alliterative though, that's why he fell in love with the name 'Green Goblin'."

"Last time I checked, 'Detective Octopus' isn't alliterative."

"Yeah. But since there's three from each team, he decided to combine them into one group as Spidey's new oppoenets for the year."

"Six villains..." David said under his breath. "If they were evil, I'd call them the Sinister Six and if they were heroes, I'd call them the Superhero Six."

David spotted something in the corner of his eye. It was Cindy Moon, walking into the cafeteria with Miles Morales by her side.

Cindy FUCKING Moon. Short time, no see, Asian hotty. I can't wait to see her reaction when I approach her table. Before I do, however, I need to find out what secrets of mine she spilled to her teammates and more importantly, WHO her teammates are.

David laughs before picking himself up. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be right back. Just going to go check up on my friend Miles."

"Sure thing," Eddie said. "I'll just sit here and eat my sandwich."

"You were going to eat your sandwich? For a second, I thought you were going to eat your skin and pretend you're not a cannibal."

Eddie laughed.

Before he headed over to Cindy's table, he stopped a jock passing by him with a football.

"Hey, Trevor." David recognized the jock as the one that made him discover his danger radar two years ago. "I was wondering, do you-"

"HEY! Trevor yelled enthusiastically in his face. "WHAT'S UP, DAVE-O?!"

David wiped spit out of his face.

I guess all football players are loud.

"Nothing much. I was wondering if you wanted to make some money."

"YES, DEFINATELY!"

"Good. I want to see how good I am at catching a football from across the cafeteria. When you see me look at my watch, throw it at me. Call out to me and throw the ball in my direction."

"NO PROBLEMO, DAVEY-O!"

David took out two dollars and fifty cents. "That's half. I'll pay you the rest after." He watched the loud, no-indoors voice jock pocket his change. "Good luck."

David walked away and over to the table that Cindy, Miles, and Ganke Lee were now sitting at. As soon as Cindy saw that David was coming, her back stiffened and she started blinking rapidly. Her eyes followed David's as he got closer and closer until he approached the table. David also took note of the spilled milk a few feet away before focusing on Cindy's table.

I think her spider-sense went off.

David looks at Miles. "Hey, Miles, how's my buddy doing?"

Miles nodded. "Been pretty good, actually."

My spider-sense isn't going off. So far, so good.

"Oh, that's good. You're not due on any lunch money, right?"

"Nope brought extra money just in case."

"Oh, good because I spent all I had on two cheeseburgers so I'm flat out broke today." David kept his full attention on Miles but was completely aware of Cindy's lingering eyes on him. "It's been a while since we spoke; anything interesting happening in your life?"

David briefly looked at Cindy before looking back to Miles.

Oh hell no, I am not going to be the one to start up the conversation, stupid little Miles is.

"Not really," Miles said unsurely. "But did you hear about those new Spider-guys?!"

"Are you kidding, it's the only thing people are talking about. Well, two spider-guys, one spider-girl."

It took every ounce of willpower to control his facial expression as David spotted something stuffed inside Miles's backpack. A cargo jacket with a red hood. David's eyes looked down for a brief millisecond at Miles's and his mind flashbacked to the night before.

The same jacket, the same hood, the same shoes….

David turned to Cindy. "Hi, Cindy. How's it going."

She shrugged. "Good."

Stiff shoulders, rigid eye movement, barely making eye contact with me, she's obviously uncomfortable with me in her presence. I guess I must really scare the living shit out of her.

Miles perked up. "Oh yeah, I forgot that Cindy told me all about you."

David looked at Miles with a smug expression. "I certainly hope not," he scoffed with a shrug.

"Yeah, she says you guys go back two years."

"Yep."

Miles Morales is sitting with Cindy Moon, spider-girl, AND he happens to have the same shoes on and jacket as the spider-sidekick stuffed in his backpack. Not only that but they've been chatting enough to the point where she told him about me. Miles doesn't seem to be uncomfortable but Cindy does. If Miles really is that D-list sidekick, I'm 97% sure he doesn't know my identity. Miles is too much a nerd and his only friend is Ganke Lee, he wouldn't have the skills of having a good poker face.

"Did you hear about those spider-people, Cindy?" He decided to cast his line out and see if Miles would take the bait. "Three of them and they've grown quite popular."

"I'll say," Ganke suddenly said. "Did you see the one in the cargo jacket? I think he's the coolest."

Miles cleared his throat loudly, prompting Ganke to silence himself.

Ganke Lee just praised the one with in the cargo jacket and Miles has the same cargo jacket. If I didn't know, I'm practically being given information for free on a silver platter. I came over here to chat with Cindy and make her feel awkward and what do I get in return? Clues on who the second and third copy-spider are. If Miles and Ganke are the second and third copy-spider, then what I'm about to say next should make them feel uncomfortable.

David shook his head. "Nah, everyone is talking about the blue sweater or jacket one but you know what, to me, the one that definitely caught my eyes was the girl one." He briefly studied Miles's face for the slightest reaction. "I mean, I don't want to sound like a pervert but she was so beautiful. My friend, Eddie, got a picture of the spider-men and when I saw the spider-girl, I fell in love. I know I can only see half of her face but I can tell she is a very attractive woman. Now I wish I was Spider-Man so I can have her chasing me." He smiled smugly and mischievously. "She could web me to the wall any day now."

Miles averted his gaze to look down at his table. Ganke blushed and looked away. David looked over at Cindy and saw her glare at him with a serious, blushing expression.

I know that Cindy is spider-girl and given Miles and Ganke's reaction, I'm starting to suspect that they are the other spider-men. Then again, Ganke's a little too fat to be the blue sweater Spider-Man so I can rule him out but at the very least, he knows something, given how he basically shrunk back into his shell. At the very least, if Cindy is the Cindy-Spider and Miles is the Spider-Jacket, who is Spider-Sweater?

"Don't worry, Cindy, you're still pretty," he 'reassured'.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" Cindy almost snapped. "Felicia?"

"Yeah," he nodded firmly. "I told Felicia about this and she said that she's willing to have a threesome."

Cindy's face turned a darker red color.

I can practically FEEL the heat radiating off of her.

David looked back at Miles.

I am now 98% sure that Miles Morales is the spider-sidekick.

David looks down at his watch before looking to the other side of the cafeteria at Trevor. Trevor caught his gaze and held up his football. "Welp, I'm going to get going. Eddie's probably getting lonely without me and-"

He feels someone bump into him. He turns and sees the janitor coming his way, sweeping the floor of spilled food.

"Excuse me," the janitor said.

"Sorry, Mr. Reilly."

"DAVID!"

David turned to the voice of Trevor on the other side of the cafeteria. "GO LONG, DAVEY-O!"

David quickly jogged forward and held his hands up. The jock threw the football at him and-

David slipped on spilled milk from earlier, almost knocking himself off balance, and missed the ball by a few inches. David rotates on his heels to see the football go for the back of Miles's head and his back was still turned.

Miles reacted and ducked. Without looking and with his back turned, the janitor reached his hand out and caught the football just as it was about to fly over Miles's head.

That's when David let out a soft, audible gasp.

Miles Morales did NOT see the football coming for him, yet, he ducked. The janitor, Ben Reilly, had his back turned yet he managed to catch the football without blinking or looking. this is how I first discovered my spider-sense two years ago. That settles it.

David looked over at Cindy, whose eyes went wide at the sight but she paid no attention to David. Ben's back was still turned to David so he couldn't see his facial expression but he was sure that Ben made a face of worry.

Well, would you look at that? It looks like Miles Morales and Ben Reilly are the other two spider-men. Miles Morales is the sidekick and Ben Reilly is the blue sweater Spider-Man. At the very least, Ganke knows that Morales, Reilly, and Ben are the copy-spiders.

David took the football back and reached into his pocket to grab the rest of the money. Hiding the money from plain sight, he discreetly taped the money to the football with scotch tape he had in his jacket pocket and threw it back to Trevor. The jock caught the ball and smiled as he pried the money off.

You've done well, Trevor, exactly as planned. God, I'm so smart; I had Trevor throw the ball in my direction, I purposely missed and had the football launched in Cindy's direction to see who has the spider-sense.

A few seconds later, the bell rang and everyone got up to go back to class. David walked with the crowd and along the way, bumped shoulders with Cindy after she separated from Ben and Miles.

They looked at each other for a moment before looking ahead, a silent, non-verbal agreement flowing between them to not out the other.

"Do they know?" he asked. He looked her in the eyes. "About me?"

"Nope," she answered. "I kept my promise."

Based on the sound of her heartbeat I'm hearing with my enhanced hearing, she's telling the truth. So Ben and Miles don't know that David Dante is Spider-Man. Wow, looks like what I said to her in the janitor's closet got to her.

"You owed me one, remember?"

Cindy looked at him. "I kept my promise. Aside from that, I owe you nothing more."

I guess that makes sense. I saved her from that bunker and to pay me back, she promised not out my identity. Looks like she's keeping up her end of the bargain but that's all she's going to do.

David stuffed his hands inside his pocket and as the two arrived at a junction, they walked in opposite directions and away from each other.

The Hobgoblin, the Scorpion, the Prowler, Ben Reilly, Miles Morales, and Cindy. Six new opponents, all who oppose Spider-Man one way or another. And on top of that, I'm losing more and more of my powers every day. Well, this is most certainly an interesting Christmas.

Queens

Matthew Bloke, the current host of the symbiote, staggered forward like a drunk across the street. Matt set himself against a small radio shack as a song played.

'Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock

Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring

Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun

Now the jingle hop has begun

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock

Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time

Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square

In the frosty air.'

"Such beautiful music. Especially this time of year."

Matt pushed himself off the wall and continued walking forward aimlessly.

"Where is Spider-Man, he must be here somewhere but where?"

Matt fell to the ground.

"Get up, you're fine, human."

Matt picks himself up and continues walking forward.

"We need to find Spider-Man, I want him as my host. I want to bond with him. Together, Matt, you and I will find him. Now that I've had some time to recuperate, I think I can mimic Spider-Man's web-slinging ability."

Matt's eyes rolled to the back of his head.

"I promise, when we find Spider-Man, you can go back to wasting your life vlogging yourself. Be patient; Spider-Man only comes out when there's an active crime. Next active crime, we swing over there."

"Yeah," Matt slurred. "Yeeeah."

Brooklyn

Felicia sighed and put on her goggles, completing her cat burglar outfit. She was no longer Felicia Hardy, only Black Cat. She smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror before heading to her window. She slowly opened it before crawling out and closing it behind her.

She leaps off the building and shoots a grappling hook from her wrist at a building and swings across to a rooftop. She landed on a building with a somersault and ran to the edge and leaped to the neighboring building.

When Spider-Man wasn't with her, using parkour and her grappling hook was how she got around town. It had been a while since she went on a web swing with Spidey and she admitted that she missed him. She thought that hopefully, she could meet up with him tonight but she understood he might have bigger things on his plate, like those three copy-spiders.

She shook her head in disapproval as landed on top of a water tower.

"Why?" she asked aloud. "Why would anyone want to dress up like Spider-Man and pretend to be good? Those vigilantes need better costumes to make."

She leaped off the tower and made her way across town until she arrived at a penthouse on a building almost as tall as hers. She landed on another water tower before jumping down to the roof and reached into one of her pockets and took out a small video camera.

She recorded the penthouse from all angles and checked to see what lighters were on. There was a pool on the outside of the penthouse but due to the weather, it had been closed up.

"What's up with people collecting rocks?" she wondered. "Don't these people have any taste?"

She did her research; this penthouse was owned by a couple of tycoons who made money in unethical ways but they always got off due to lack of evidence and because they have status. These tycoons also came in to possess the rock that crashed the plane a few nights ago and they kept it locked up safe and sound in their own place, refusing to share it with the rest of the world till they made a couple of million bucks off of it.

"You guys can have the meteorite, I don't care for it."

She recorded three men in business suits on the balcony shaking hands with each other while holding glasses of wine in their hands.

"That wine looks to be expensive; I wonder how much it's worth."

After a few minutes of chatting, the three tycoons walked back inside and locked the door behind them. Five minutes later, Cat recorded the three tycoons down at the bottom of the building who were now getting into cars and driving off.

"Off to play Poker for seven hours and fifteen minutes, tycoons? Well, good for you, good for me."

She had been scoping the place out for a few days and had figured out the schedule of the three rich people. They had a rigid schedule of going off to play poker at a nearby casino for at least seven hours. They would be back by four o'clock or so.

After waiting thirty seconds, Black Cat swung over to the penthouse and landed near the door. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a tool to pick the lock. No alarms were placed on the door, just a simple lock.

She closed the door behind her carefully and moved to turn on the lights. She scoped the place out before following the path of the red carpet on the floor. She walked down the end of the hallway, where she came into the living room. The living room was decorated with fine leather furniture and a seventy-inch plasma screen in the corner. She also spotted a hot tub behind two glass doors in the other corner of the room.

"If you got it, flaunt it."

Her eyes looked up, searching for cameras she knew weren't there. She also knew that she could speak freely because no wiretaps had been set up and

She moves over to a painting of a black forest on the wall to her left next to a tall bookshelf stacked with heavy books. She carefully removed the painting and revealed a safe. She put her ear to the safe and listened carefully for the ticks, using her sharp hearing to her advantage.

After rotating the knob on the safe a few times, the safe opened with a soft beep and Cat pulled it the rest of the way open.

Inside the large safe was the meteor that caused the plane crash.

Cat shut the safe. "Not interested."

Cat looked up at the painting that had been hiding the safe and smirked. "This looks like it could be worth something. Those tycoons deserve to get their loot robbed from them, and they can afford to buy another."

She decided that this was going to be what she stole tonight. If history proved to be right, then her father should file whatever cat burglary charge on her name away and send that file down to archives, where it will stay until the day it falls apart.

As Black Cat went to the exit, her sharpened senses picked up something. She snapped towards the backdoor and jumped back when she saw a flying hoverboard hovering above the closed-off pool, followed by sounds that sounded like helicopter propellers.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath. "Well, this is unexpected."

She backs away from the wall and puts the painting up once more. She looks around before looking up. Without any prep time, she leaps into the air.

The Hobgoblin picks the backdoor's lock and walks inside. Scorpion and Prowler weren't with him at the moment but that didn't mean he'd have to constantly keep one eye open the rest of his time here.

The Hobgoblin had a plan and he was going to see through that plan. He heads into the living room and moves over to the painting of the black forest.

"Alrighty then," he muttered, "let's see what these tycoons with horrible taste are hiding."

He grabs the painting and removes it from the wall. There was the safe. He put his ear to the safe and listened for the clicks as he opened it. Once it was open, he reached inside and grabbed the meteor.

"There you are my precious," Hobgoblin marveled at the space rock. "It's amazing how much a piece of granite or whatever you're made of is worth. I wonder how many Ben Franklins I'm going to get from you, my precious."

Dangling from above with her claws dug into the ceiling, was Black Cat. She kept quiet as she stared at the top of Hobgoblin's hooded head. She took a deep, silent breath as she winked at the supervillain, her eyes shining for a brief second before she lifts her feet and glues them to the wall.

Very quietly, she whispered to herself, "He really does look like a jolly yellow elf." She smiles to herself, like a champion who knew that they were going to win a race.

"On earth, rocks are worth nothing," Hobgoblin continued talking to the meteor. "But rocks from outer space, you better be worth bill-"

A book on the top shelf beside Hobgoblin came loose and fell on top of Hobgoblin's head. The supervillain barely grunted but he did rub the top of his head. Hobgoblin picked up the book and read the title.

"No thanks, I'd rather watch Invasion of the Body Snatchers than read it." He threw the book aside on the floor.

Hobgoblin moves forward and the light above him drops on his head, shattering upon impact. Hobgoblin gasps in pain and drops the meteor on his foot, making him scream in pain. He stumbles back, tripping on his cape, and falls flat on the kitchen table.

He tries to push himself off but the table breaks beneath his weight.

"What the fuck?" he winced. He sat up and looked around. "Who the fuck is there?" He reaches into his pouch and took out a pumpkin bomb. "Care for a pumpkin bomb?" He pressed the button and primed the grenade

He blindly threw the grenade in front of him and backed up, tripping on the table he forgot was behind him. He landed on his rear and looked at the grenade, wincing behind his mask and holding his breath as it was about to go off.

The situation seemed to call for a false alarm as the pumpkin bomb didn't go off. Hobgoblin quickly stood up and retrieved the grenade.

"What the fuck? Defective bomb? Expired pumpkin, perhaps?"

The grenade went off in his hand, dousing the Hobgoblin in blue-colored smoke. He dropped the grenade and backed away, putting his gloved hands to his face and winced at the feeling of his eyes stinging. "Fuck! It burns! It fucking burns!" He screamed at the top of his lungs like someone who was maced. "I'd didn't know it would burn THAT much!"

Black Cat laughed and shot a grappling hook at the painting. She yanked it up to the ceiling with her and crawled across the ceiling with one hand, her left arm holding the painting tightly to her chest.

She crawled across the ceiling until she made it to the backdoor. She carefully leaped down and landed on her feet with a soft thud like a cat. She entered a crouching position as she looked back to make sure Hobgoblin was still dazed by the blue smoke.

Once she deemed herself in the clear, she carefully slid the backdoor open and closed it behind her. Back on the balcony of the penthouse, she ran to her left and charged for the edge, when she suddenly felt something hit her in the side and make her slam into the wall.

Black Cat picks herself up and looks up at a building in front of her to see the Prowler perching on the edge. The Prowler was missing a gauntlet on one of his hands and that missing gauntlet was at her feet.

Black Cat looked back at the Prowler and instead of cringing in fear, she smiled at him.

"Nice to meetcha, Terrible Threesome." She winked at the Prowler, her eyes shining for a brief second. "I gotta say, purple is not a good color on you, Prowler." She wasn't sure if Prowler could hear her but she felt good getting that off her chest.

The part of the ledge that Prowler was perching on broke beneath him and sent him falling. He activated whatever jet pack or device he used for flying and saved himself but he lost control and veered into a nearby window, crashing through and hitting his head against a wall.

"God, I love my power."

As she was about to run, she heard a familiar THWIP sound. Before she could relax, her hand free hand, the one not holding onto the painting, was webbed to the wall.

Black Cat immediately looked over her shoulder and on the building she had used to scope the penthouse earlier was a figure in a red suit wearing a blue sweater with a spider insignia. Black Cat narrowed her eyes and for a second, relaxed before she tensed up as she realized she didn't recognize this web-slinging figure.

"So, those are the copy-spiders."

Black Cat knew who the copy-spiders were, heard about them all over school in her Felicia Hardy civilian life. She remembered thinking how confusing it would be to know who was who but had it not been for the blue sweater, she would've assumed that David had betrayed her.

"Excuse me," the Scarlet Spider yelled. "Does that painting belong to you?!"

"It's replaceable!" Cat shouted back. "Since when was it a crime to steal from people who can easily buy a replacement?!"

"Are you with Hobgoblin?"

"What is that, a blue sweater? I hate the color blue."

The Scarlet Spider sighed with annoyance before he leaped off the building and towards her.

Black Cat winks at him, her eyes shining for a brief second once more. "See ya later, Spider-Fake."

"Why does everyone keep calling me that," Scarlet Spider groaned mid-air. The Scarlet Spider thrust his hand out to shoot another web at her when his web-shooters malfunctioned. He quickly tried to shoot another web from them but only heard a muffled THWIP sound. "COME ON, I JUST FIXED THESE!"

The Scarlet Spider falls out of sight, leaving Black Cat alone. She rips her arm free of the webs and grasps the stolen painting with both hands. She charged for the ledge and leaped off.

Unbeknownst to her, the Scarlet Spider web-yanked himself above the balcony with his other web-shooter, which was working and he lunged for Black Cat.

As if it was all playing out in slow-motion, the Scalet Spider reaches out as he flies towards the cat burglar, his hand within ten feet of grabbing her when-

A pair of legs kicks him in the chest and send him flying back and off the balcony.

Black Cat heard the commotion mid-air as she jumped from the balcony to another roof. She briefly turned around and saw the REAL Spider-Man swinging in the air, covering her escape like the faithful boyfriend he was.

She lands on the roof in a somersault, the painting still in her hands and in mint condition, and rotates on her knees. She looks up at the penthouse and smiled gleefully at the back of her boyfriend's head.

"Go get 'im, Spider."

She turned on her heels and ran off.