A/N: HEHE hey everybody! Another update in just a couple days :D Proud of myself for this, and I must say this chapter was super fun to write. Beware of a POV change about a third of the way through. It was extremely fun to write from this character's POV. Please let me know how you feel about it. There are a lot of unanswered questions in this chapter but there will be more clarity next chapter, this one was already getting pretty lengthy so I thought it made more sense to split it up. Again, don't read the end Author's notes until you're finished with the chapter to avoid spoilers.

Also there's quite a bit of fowl language in this chapter. Sorry if that's not your thing but it felt very fitting for this.


Beca avoided Chloe as much as physically possible the week after their movie night gone wrong, except at practices where she still brought the girl tea but instead of giving it right to her she would leave the cup on the table the two captains used for their practice plans. In fact, Beca was avoiding just about everyone, even Stacie. During practice she could feel both women's eyes on her, which she refused to acknowledge. Even Aubrey would shoot glances at her, probably not used to Beca not questioning every decision for the setlist. She knew it was unfair to be mad at Stacie, it's not like her best friend could have known what would happen if Beca confessed her feelings to Chloe, but with Stacie's incessant teasing about how they were practically already a couple it had given Beca a false sense of security that her feelings would be reciprocated by Chloe.

Her phone was full of unread messages and missed calls from both Stacie and Chloe. She refused to open them, refused to acknowledge them, refused to believe this past week even happened. She threw herself back into her work, not going back to her dorm until late at night when a majority of the campus was already asleep. She knew Stacie had her location due to the tracking system in her suits, but it's not like her best friend could follow her up to the top of the biggest skyscraper in the city.

It was Sunday and Aubrey was forcing them to practice every day since their terrible performance. She was absolutely exhausted from wearing herself thin that week, a light sheen of sweat plastered on her body, but she was able to get herself through practice. She packed up her stuff as quickly as possible, having been the last one to arrive at practices and the first to get the hell out of there. That was her plan at least, but her best friend apparently had something else in store for her.

She felt manicured nails dig into her wrist, dragging her away from her bag and into a storage room attached to the auditorium. It was cluttered with instruments and there was very minimal space to stand. Stacie towered over her with a serious look in her eyes, one she rarely ever saw from her best friend.

"Beca, what the hell is going on with you?"

"Nothing, Stace, I've just been busy," Beca snapped defensively. She felt like a caged animal in here, not ready to talk about the thoughts and feelings that had been eating away at her for a week.

"That's bullshit and you know it," Stacie said aggressively. "You haven't spoken to anyone in a week and Chloe has been looking at you like a kicked fucking puppy since you started acting this way. Even Aubrey is concerned."

"That sounds like a problem for you guys to figure out. I just want to be left alone."

She went to move past her friend, who blocked her way to the door. Anger spiked in her body, and if she didn't get out of there quickly she knew she would lash out and say something she'd regret.

"Something happened between you two, didn't it?" Stacie whispered. She was walking on a tightrope with her best friend. Beca didn't know how to act when she wasn't ready to talk about something, and she tended to spew daggers with her words when put in a threatening state. Emotions always made Beca uncomfortable, and even before she had become Spider-Girl her fight or flight instincts always chose to fight.

"No, nothing happened because you were wrong," Beca seethed, her voice low, practically a growl. "I let your stupid comments get into my head and you were wrong."

"You told her everything?"

"I couldn't get that far because just telling her I liked her freaked her out," Beca fumed, replaying the rejection in her head.

"So, you didn't tell her who you really are?"

"God, Stacie, no. We've been over this, nobody can handle the truth. Chloe likes someone else, there's no point in even telling her."

"But Beca, she is confused because she doesn't know who you really are!" Stacie exclaimed, a huge smile on her face, already connecting the dots that her friend wasn't seeing.

"Will you just let it the fuck go?" Beca shouted, her anger boiling over the edge, no longer able to be contained. "I'm in this mess because of this stupid idea you have. You may be, like, the smartest person on the planet but that doesn't mean you're always right. I don't want to fucking hear it anymore. Just leave me alone."

She pushed past Stacie, causing her to trip and almost fall into the drumset that was beside her, and flung the door to the storage room open. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out to see an encrypted message, opting to focus on that than the eyes of her teammates she could feel staring at her.

Hey Spider,

Meet me here. I have something for you that may come in handy.

Black Cat's signature was at the bottom of the message with a set of coordinates. This could be another stupid trap, but Beca really didn't feel like she had anything to lose anymore, and it would get her far away from the auditorium. She quickly gathered her things and left without a backwards glance.

Stacie, on the other hand, still stood in the storage room with a silly grin plastered on her face. Nothing Beca had said upset her because she knew her best friend better than anyone else, and the hero was right, she was the smartest person on the planet. This mysterious person that Chloe apparently had feelings for, was the same person that had just stormed out of the auditorium to chase down another lead. She couldn't help but giggle at her friend's antics.

"Oh, Beca, you really are dense."


Whenever Beca would tell Stacie to leave stuff alone, she never listened. If she had, the hero probably wouldn't have made it out of a lot of hairy situations. Which is why when Beca had told Stacie to drop it earlier, she instead decided an intervention was in order. These two idiots were so in love it was sickening, and they just needed a little push in the right direction.

That thought was what led her to Aubrey and Chloe's apartment, having tracked Beca's suit location here a few times, so she knew where to go. As she walked into the lobby of the apartment complex, she took a quick peek at the mailboxes until she found Apt 504 A. Posen & C. Beale. Bingo.

Having had enough cardio for the day, she opted to take the elevator up to their floor. The second door on the right was her destination. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, and tentatively knocked on the door. As much as she teased Beca for being a lovesick puppy, she would never admit that she was the same way when faced with Aubrey Posen.

"Stacie," Aubrey breathed out as soon as the door was open. Her brow furrowed in confusion. "I thought we weren't having our study session until tomorrow."

Stacie grinned at the other girl, having taken Beca's advice to pretend like she needed a tutor, but she'd never tell her smug best friend that. Time to put on the charm, Stacie thought to herself. She rested her forearm against the doorframe, hip jutting out to show off her figure, the hem of her shirt riding up a tad to display a little bit of skin.

"Hey, Captain," she purred, enjoying the way the blonde visibly swallowed. As much as she wanted to continue teasing the woman, she had a mission to fulfill to become the world's best wing woman. "I'm actually here to talk to Chloe."

"Oh, thank god, maybe you can get through to her," Aubrey sighed in relief. She grabbed the woman by the hand and pulled her through to the apartment. Stacie raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at the physicality, not expecting Aubrey to be so hands-on. A welcoming attribute. "Your little friend did a number on her. She's barely left her room all week, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that something happened between the two of them."

Stacie ignored the snark in Aubrey's tone at the mention of Beca. She knew her best friend and the girl she was majorly crushing on did not get along, and she wanted to fix that in the future but it wasn't so much of a priority to her right now.

"It's not all black and white," Stacie began to explain as best as she could without divulging too much of Beca's secrets. "Beca felt rejected and doesn't know how to deal with emotions."

"Wait, Beca felt rejected?" Aubrey asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I assumed she rejected Chloe and that's why she's been locking herself in her room."

"It's… complicated," Stacie sighed. "I'm here to uncomplicate things."

"How did you find our apartment anyways?"

"Hacked the schools database," Stacie lied. She absolutely could hack the school's database but didn't need to go through all the trouble when she could just track her idiot of a best friend.

"Stacie! Y-You can't do things like that!" Aubrey sputtered, completely in shock.

"Sure I can."

"Whatever," Aubrey rolled her eyes. She tried to maintain her tough exterior but couldn't hide a hint of a smile at the brunette's antics. "Chloe's room is this way."
She brought Stacie down the hallway to the last room on the left, her hand still holding the other woman's. She brought her free hand up to gently knock on the door, cracking it open when she heard a muffled response from the other side.

"Chlo, you have a visitor," Aubrey gently said. She opened the door further, giving Stacie's hand a squeeze before leaving the two alone. Stacie wasn't sure if the squeeze was to reassure her or if the blonde was trying to reassure herself.

When Stacie walked into the room, she noted the flash of disappointment on the redhead's face, who had probably been hoping it was Beca coming to visit. She also noted the tissues, chocolate, and the red-rimmed eyes looking at her curiously . Oh, these poor, hopeless saps, Stacie internally chuckled to herself.

"Hey, Chloe," Stacie greeted the heartbroken woman. She took a seat on the chair next to Chloe's bed, where the redhead sat perched on the edge. The brunette crossed her legs and her posture was rigid, straight down to business. "I came to see how you were doing."

"I'm okay," Chloe lied terribly. She seemed nervous, like talking to Stacie would somehow betray Beca's trust.

"Okay, lets just cut the bullshit," Stacie sighed, never one for beating around the bush. "Beca doesn't know I'm here. She hasn't talked to me in a week other than when I cornered her, and let's just say she wasn't in a very chatty mood."

"You guys fought. I've never seen her look so angry, not even towards Aubrey."

"Eh, Beca may think we fought but I thought our conversation was very enlightening. She even gave me quite the compliment," Stacie grinned. She leaned forward a bit in her seat, uncrossing her legs and resting her elbows on her knees, getting back down to business. "Look, I kinda got Beca into this, so I needed to come here and talk to you to verify what I already think to be the truth."

"I hurt her," Chloe mumbled sadly. Her eyes wouldn't meet Stacie's, opting to look at her hands folded in her lap instead. "I didn't mean to, but I did. I'm sorry, Stacie. I like her so much, but she probably hates me now."

"She didn't tell me much, but she said you like someone else… but you also like her?" Stacie probed, hoping to get the confession out of her.

"Yes, I do like Beca, and her company is something I've been seeking more and more," Chloe explained. "But when I'm not with Beca or doing stuff for the Bellas, I spend my time with… someone else."

"And who is this mystery person?"

"You're going to make fun of me if I say it out loud," Chloe whined, covering her face with her hands.

"Chloe, I think everyone knows I'm probably the most open-minded person in the world, you can tell me. I won't judge," Stacie earnestly said, hoping it would make the other woman more comfortable confiding in her.

"It's Spider-Girl," the journalist confessed, dropping her hands back into her lap. "I know it sounds silly, but she's real! And we're kind of working together to try to stop some bad people."

"So you rejected Beca because you have feelings for a woman who's never shown her face to anybody," Stacie said. "How do you know you have feelings for her like that if you've never even seen her?"

"It's her personality, she's so strong and caring and really listens to what I have to say. And Beca does, too. They're both so similar yet so different," Chloe murmured. "That's why I'm so confused, Stace. I like them both equally and when Beca and I kissed it–"

"Wait, you guys kissed?" Stacie squealed, buzzing with excited energy. How dare Beca not tell me that?

"Yes, I– thought she would have told you."

"It is what it is, she was pissed at me," Stacie waved off. "How was it?"

"It was amazing, Stacie. It felt so right, but I felt so wrong," Chloe sighed, her face crumpling with grief. "I didn't think it was fair to her that as much as I liked her I also liked somebody else. She deserves better than that. I want to be completely sure of my feelings before committing to her."

"Makes sense," Stacie nodded. Her mind was whirling, wanting to just scream at Chloe that Beca was Spider-Girl and that all of this was a silly misunderstanding and that Stacie was right this whole time. But she would never break Beca's trust and outright tell her. However, if she made a few suggestive comments and Chloe figured it out on her own, well… Beca certainly couldn't fault her for that.

"What did you mean when you said that you got Beca into this?" Chloe asked, looking inquisitively at the brunette.

"I told her to tell you the truth," Stacie replied. "She only half listened and left out the most crucial information. Don't get me wrong, telling you she has feelings for you is a big deal, but nothing can come from just that. You need to know everything to fully understand."

"I don't think I'm following, what else does she have to tell me?" Chloe questioned.

"I'm not at liberty to tell you that, unfortunately. Trust me, if I could you would have known by now, but that information has to come from Beca. I can't betray her trust like that," Stacie explained. "There's more to Beca than she lets off. She practically carries the weight of the world on her shoulders. I try to help her where I can, but there's only so much I can do."

"Why are you telling me all of this, Stacie?" Chloe asked after a few moments of silence. She knew Stacie was being vague on purpose, but she didn't understand how any of this would help her get Beca to talk to her.

"I merely came to shed a little light on something I think you already kind of know," Stacie smirked, not saying anything more. Chloe was an investigative journalist, she had to have some idea by now, and it wasn't like Beca was very good at hiding this part of her. She was always disappearing places, or running late, or looking disheveled after quickly changing out of her suit to go somewhere. If Beca hadn't told her of her own fruition, Stacie would have figured it out quickly.

Stacie's heart dropped when her phone went off with the emergency alert system she created that was linked to Beca's suit. She whipped her phone out and pulled up the app, assessing the situation. Beca's vitals were dropping due to some sort of explosive impact. She pulled up the hero's location and realized she was at the place she had saved Chloe at all those weeks ago.

"Damn it, Beca. What are you doing?" Stacie cursed softly, not thinking about the company she was around.

"What is it?" Chloe asked, concern written all over her face.

"I-I have to go," Stacie stammered, abruptly standing up from her seat. She didn't wait for a response from the other girl and started making her way to the door, but felt a firm hand grasp her wrist to stop her.

"Let me come with you," Chloe pleaded. The look in her eyes told Stacie that some of the pieces of the puzzle were connecting. "She's in trouble, isn't she?"

"God damn it," the brunette cursed under her breath. Maybe coming here had been a bad idea, maybe she should have listened to Beca and let it go, maybe Beca would end up hating her for what she was about to do. "Okay, but I'm warning you, Beca may kill me for this and if she does I'm coming back to haunt both of your asses for being lovestruck idiots who don't know how to communicate properly."

The grin that spread across Chloe's face didn't make her feel any better, too worried about her best friend's safety to find comfort in it. Only time would tell if Stacie had achieved the ultimate wing woman status, or if this was about to blow up in all of their faces. She pushed down her fear and focused on what was most important.

Saving her best friend's stupid, impulsive ass.


Stacie was actually grateful that Chloe had come with her because she wasn't familiar with the area, but the redhead was. They had taken Chloe's car and when Stacie gave her the destination she could see the girl tense from the corner of her eyes, clearly having a sense of what was in store when they arrived. They didn't speak as they sped through the city, and Stacie was surprised by the redhead's reckless driving, but even with minimal information it was obvious that Chloe knew this was an emergency.

It was eerily quiet when they arrived, but they could see and smell smoke coming from one of the bigger buildings. What creeped Stacie out was that there were no guards, not even webbed up to walls or anything, like Beca had been able to just saunter right in to investigate. Clearly this was a trap, Beca. How could you be so blind? Stacie mentally berated her best friend.

As they made their way through to where Beca's location was, she noticed Chloe kneel down beside something. It was Beca's Spider-Bot, and as she looked at Chloe she could see more pieces clicking into place in the redhead's mind.

"This is Beca's," Chloe whispered, picking up the device and shoving it in the bag that she had brought with her, knowing Beca wouldn't want to lose it and having to start from scratch. She stood back up and Stacie could tell she was forcing down the emotions she was probably overwhelmed with.

"We're close," Stacie explained as they continued their trek to find their friend. "Should be just around this corner."

When they turned the corner they saw the destruction of the building that had exploded. Shrapnel covered the parking area that they had been walking in, some of which was still on fire. Stacie's eyes scanned the area looking for Beca, and she finally saw her under a metal beam from the building that luckily wasn't on fire.

"Over there!" Stacie pointed out to Chloe, immediately running to the hero knowing the journalist was following behind. Beca was wearing a suit she hadn't designed and knew the other woman hadn't either. It was black with her signature spider logo in a deep red. It was nice, but she could have done better. Shaking her head from the thoughts, she turned her attention to the metal beam currently crushing her friend. "Help me with this, Chloe."

With some effort, they were able to free the hero that had been trapped. Stacie knelt down to get a closer look at her friend's injuries, seeing her chest slowly rising and falling with deep, haggard breaths, at least that was a good sign. She grabbed the bottom of the mask with a brief glance at Chloe, knowing there was no coming back from this, and the redhead seemed to be holding her breath in anticipation, but had a knowing look in her eyes. She pulled the mask up and off the hero's face, revealing Spider-Girl's identity.

Even though the older woman must have been slightly prepared for what she was about to see, a small gasp still escaped her lips. No doubt there would be a lot of questions later. Beca had for sure looked better, with blood trickling down her face and a few bruises adorning her cheeks. But she was alive, and that was all that mattered.

"Beca fucking Mitchell, you better wake the fuck up," Stacie huffed with a few gentle shakes to her shoulders. She was careful about her other injuries, seeing a few pieces of glass and metal stuck in her upper arms and her legs, and a slightly bigger piece stuck in her abdomen where more blood was leaking from the wound. After a quick assessment, Stacie confirmed that it probably didn't hit anything major, but that didn't make it any less serious. "Come on, you fucking loser. You can't do this to me."

A gasp ripped from Beca's throat as her eyes flew open, then turned into a deep, guttural moan as her injuries hit her like a sack of bricks. Or like an exploding building. She tried to sit up but Stacie pressed against her shoulders to keep her laying down.

"You always say the sweetest things to me," Beca chuckled weakly. She caught sight of the figure behind Stacie, and a myriad of emotions flashed across her face. Anger, horror, concern, but finally settled on relief. She tried to sit back up, which caused Stacie to push down on her shoulders with a bit more force this time.

"I swear to god, Rebeca. Stop moving," Stacie snapped, the stress of the situation finally hitting her. She would always be there for her friend. It was the least she could do with all of the responsibilities Beca took on, but she was tired and scared that her best friend wouldn't come back to her some day. She was just glad she was no longer alone to carry the burden. "You can be mad at me all you want for Chloe being here later, but right now I am trying to be your god damn doctor so the loving reunion is going to have to wait."

To get Beca to stop irritating Stacie, Chloe knelt down on the other side of Beca, grabbing her hand and squeezing it as if it were a lifeline. Chloe hadn't said a word since they found the hero's unconscious body, and for a moment Stacie had been worried that perhaps the older woman wouldn't be accepting of the fact that Beca was Spider-Girl. When she glanced up at the girl she saw unshed tears brimming her eyes with a soft, endearing smile on her lips, as if she was seeing Beca, truly seeing Beca for the first time.

"Stacie, how can I help? Should we get her to a hospital?" Chloe asked, getting back down to business after her rush of emotions towards their little superhero.

"No!" Beca attempted to shriek, but it turned into a coughing fit. Blood dribbled out of her mouth which was not a good sign. Beca needed medical attention immediately, and she knew her friend refused to go to the hospital in case they did some freaky tests on her and kept her as a lab experiment.

"Chloe, I need you to put as much pressure as you can on her abdomen to try to slow the bleeding," Stacie ordered the woman, who immediately complied. She was careful to avoid the piece of metal in her abdomen so as not to move it. "We need to get you to the car, Beca. I can bring you to Doctor Octavius's lab. We can call Aubrey, she's going to medical school, and between her and I, we can make this work."

"How are we going to explain the way I am dressed? Or explain what happened?" Beca asked, concern written all over her face.

"We'll get you undressed beforehand. I may have to cut you out of that suit though to not disrupt any metal fragments in your body," Stacie explained. "We'll tell her you happened to be taking a nightly stroll in this area when the explosion happened."

"But I like this suit," Beca pouted. "It's badass."

"I'll make you another one, idiot. And you know it'll come out a hell of a lot better than this scrap of fabric," Stacie placated her. "Where did you get this anyways?"

"Black Cat left it at her hideout for me," Beca mumbled, not looking either woman in the eye. She knew Stacie didn't like Black Cat, and assuming from the way Chloe tensed, she didn't like her very much either. She's not a good person, Beca. She's just trying to get into your pants, which normally I'm all for, but I don't trust her, Stacie had told Beca on numerous occasions.

Stacie didn't get a chance to insult the antiheroine because she noticed the look in Beca's eyes as her attention was drawn somewhere off in the distance. Her Spidey Senses were tingling, which meant they needed to get the hell out of there fast. Beca grabbed her mask that was laying beside Stacie and pulled it over her head to hide her identity.

"Help me up, we've got company," Beca ordered the two women. They each wrapped one of her arms around their shoulders and gently lifted her up. Once she was back on her feet, five heavily armed men came near the trio. "Go get the car, I've got this."

"You can't be for serious," Chloe spoke up. "You can't fight with your injuries. You could die."

"If I don't fight then we're all dead," Beca said. She placed a shaky hand against Chloe's cheek, scanning the redhead's face as if trying to memorize every detail like it'd be the last time she'd get to see that beautiful face.

She let her hand drop after a brief moment, squaring her shoulders to prepare for what was about to happen. She breathed deeply, and as she did, Stacie noticed a yellow glow forming on her hands. Before the taller brunette could say anything, Beca raced towards the men, letting out a loud growl. The two women watched as their friend jumped into the air, moving too quickly for the henchmen to react even in her seriously injured state. As she came down and made contact with the front man, a blast of bioelectricity shot out from her hands, completely incapacitating all five of the men.

Stacie's jaw dropped and she looked at Chloe who had a very similar reaction. They were glued to their spot, unable to comprehend the power that just came from the petite woman. Stacie had no idea what the actual fuck had just happened, and she didn't have any time to ponder upon the situation because as soon as the men were down, Beca dropped to her knees. The two women quickly ran over to her, going back to their previous position before the absolutely mind-boggling event that had just occurred, with one of Beca's arms around each of their shoulders. Stacie pulled her mask back off her face so she could breathe a little bit easier. She wasn't even strong enough to stand, her feet dragging behind her as Stacie and Chloe guided her back to the car.

"Beca," Stacie whispered, barely able to find words. "What the hell just happened?"

The hero let out a weak chuckle, her strength completely depleted after the day's events. Her eyes started to roll to the back of her head and she blinked rapidly to fight unconsciousness. The wound to her abdomen was bleeding much more now, and if they didn't get back to campus soon, Stacie worried that Beca wouldn't make it out of this.

"Honestly, Stace, I have no fucking clue."


A/N: Soooo, Stacie's pretty fuckin rad right? What do ya think, did she achieve ultimate wing woman status? I couldn't leave y'all hanging for too long with the lil bit of angst last chapter. How do you think Beca got her venom powers? How's the conversation between the two of them going to go after Becca recovers? What the fuck did Beca get up to last chapter? Things are going to get REAL crazy in the upcoming chapters. How'd you like the Staubrey interactions and Stacie's POV? I think i have just as many questions for all of you as you probably do in regard to this story hehehe ily all and your feedback means the world. Stay safe out there :)