"Damn it!" Drakken exclaimed, seeing a bright chopper light illuminate his spot in the evening city. News vans were around the restaurant with crews recording the fight and, more notably, the new hero in Middleton. "The Global Justice Network will never get a hold of me!" he shouted, shaking his fists at the black choppers. "Get to the saucer!" he said, whipping out a remote and hopping toward the ledge of the hatch. He climbed in and shut the hatch, leaving his subordinates to be captured. Ropes started falling from the helicopters.

"You're just going to leave me?" Shego shouted, watching men in bulky black S.W.A.T armor with machine guns quickly slide down the ropes.

"Spider Man," Kim said, "I know this all seems sudden, but just come with me and we can settle this."

"Settle what with who?" Spider Man asked. "I know what you've been told by your agency, that I'm some scourge that needs to be eliminated by the humans, and I know that you're confused that the only mutants you've met have been your enemies, but know that a majority of us do what you do. If you were a mutant, you'd also know that trusting big organizations will usually get you shot at once you try to do the right thing. Heck, I work for-"

"Put your hands in the air and stand there," one G.J.N member barked, followed by seven other agents pointing guns.

"Do you know what you're even fighting for?" Spider Man said. "Because I don't!"

"Stand still and shut up!" one Swatter barked, pointing his gun at the red and blue vigilante.

Shego watched bitterly as Drakken's saucer took off into the sky with several choppers following after it. She yelled in anger. "After all I've done for you?!"

The lead swatter looked at Shego for a split second and Spider Man darted forward, disarming the man and nearly breaking his sternum with a powerful elbow strike. The six other men aimed at Spider Man. "Go!" he exclaimed to Shego.

"You're going to let her get away?" Kim said, unsure whether to save the vigilante or to detain the criminal.

"It's obvious she and I have some things in common," Spider Man said. ripping up chunks of polished cement and whipping them and four of the guards. He hopped into the air, delivering a powerful split kick that might have caused a few skull fractures to the remaining guards. "We stay loyal to our side," he said, shooting a webline and zipping toward Shego before Kim's grappling claw could reach him. She watched him join the raven haired villainess as they rushed into the city with tall men in black suits and sunglasses following close behind with their pistols drawn.

"Kim! Should we go after them?" Ron asked, for once seeing Kim's face full of confusion.

"I-I don't know," Kim said, "he was on our side, then he was on their side, I don't- I can't-"

She felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned around, seeing Betty Director looking at her sternly. "It's alright. Opposing someone who was on your side is hard, but in the end, they will never be your companions. Come with me. There is still much to discuss."

Kim and Ron went with Betty. Kim turned to look back, barely seeing Spider Man and Shego several blocks away hopping from rooftop to rooftop. The two mutants looked behind them as the made a twenty foot horizontal jump from an office building to a set of twin apartment buildings in the shape of a "U". Spider Man and Kim watched anxiously as the agents followed their exact movements, following them using the same skills at the same level. "Keep going," Shego said, running to the edge to jump to another tall building. An agent flipped up from the window of the top floor below them, kicking Shego back and landing on the ceiling. He whipped around and aimed his pistol right between her eyes.

She gasped as she stood down the barrel of the pistol and her whole life as the evil sidekick flashed before her eyes. Spider Man whipped around and fired a web beam at the gun, tearing it away from her as it fired and skimming his arm. He darted over to her and she noticed his arm was bleeding. "Are you alright? Those really hurt; I should know."

Four agents hopped onto the roof of the apartment buildings, roughly twenty to twenty five stories tall, and surrounded Spider Man and Shego with their pistols cocked and aimed. "End of the line, mutant," one of the agents said. "Men, fire when I give the word."

"Well, I did always prefer air travel," Spider Man said, seeing an evening news chopper flying fifty feet above them heading toward the highest peak in the city that reminded him of a skinnier Empire State Building made all of glass and steel beams. He took Shego in one arm around the waist.

"Hey!" Shego shouted, grabbing Spider Man's arm. "Let go of me!"

"In a second!" the vigilante said insistently.

"Fire!" the agent shouted.

Spider Man shot his line at the chopper and the two mutants barely dodged getting a bullet or two to the chest. Spider Man winced as a bullet grazed his shin, left ribcage, and right thigh, and made him bleed even more. They zipped through the sky and Spider Man let go of the web to spin through the chopper's open sides. "Oh my god!" Shego shouted, screaming louder than anyone on any roller coaster would. She held onto him for dear life. "Never let go of me!"

"Wasn't planning on it," Spider Man said, chuckling to himself how girly Shego's sultry voice became when she was swinging around the city. Spider Man flipped and twirled through the air, pulling trick shots with his webs in between his legs and over his head. He swung upward, nearly going upside down before he let go and shot a beam at the antennae of the tallest building. He pulled them toward the stacked pyramidal rooftop with blinding speed and landed on the peak with relative ease. "Are you ready? This is how you escape," he said, looking over the edge of the building and looking hundreds of feet straight down onto the ant-like city streets. "Now you need to really hold on."

"What are you waiting for?" she asked, hugging him tightly.

Spider Man took a running dive, barreling head first toward the ground. Shego looked toward the alley cement growing closer and she screamed, closing her eyes. She stopped screaming when she felt her toes touch the ground. When she opened them again, she saw the spider hanging upside down on a web of rope attached to the side of the skyscraper. She looked toward the street, finding a majority of the people bustling back and forth unaware and not very interested in the alleyway at night. She looked back up and watched Spider Man slowly raising himself back into the sky. "If your boss leaves you to die next time, you might want to consider new employment, maybe one with some life insurance and medical insurance, also one who actually knows what he's doing. You don't just go out trying to kill superheroes; from my experience there's quite a bit of planning involved-"

"Shut up," Shego said bluntly, stopping the raising spider. She saw where he had been hit and they still bled, creating dark red splotches on his red and blue costume. "You realize I could have killed you, right?"

Spider Man descended again, looking at her in the eyes. "Quicker than you realize," he said, "but with great power comes great responsibility, and that is to treat everyone with the same diligence and sense of justice." She still looked hurt from what Drakken did to her, and Spider Man could tell it wasn't the first time. "It was the right thing to do."

Shego slowly reached toward the hero's mask and carefully unrolled it past the masked man's mouth, not needing to see any more. She took him by the sides of his head.

"Um," Spider Man said, "what are you-"

"Confusing you." Shego leaned forward and kissed him deeply, caressing the back of his head and enjoying the taste of his sweet lips. Spider Man's face turned red as she broke the kiss, smirking at her black cherry lipstick staining his mouth. "Don't expect to be so lucky next time," she said, backing further into the alley, "we're still enemies."

"I expect to rumble with your motley crue a few more times," Spider Man said dryly. "Next time, bring me a challenge."

"Be careful what you wish for." She turned around and Spider Man fixed his mask, watching her go. "Bye, hero," she said sultrily, fading into the shadows.

Spider Man looked at the end of the alleyway for a minute, dwelling on what had conspired at what that may mean for the future. His cell phone rang inside his suit in an 8-bit version of his theme song. He zipped back up the building, scaling and crawling to the top of the skyscraper within seconds. He held onto the antennae and reached into his pants, pulling out his phone from the jeans he wore underneath the suit. "Fury?"

"Cross what I said about the actives coming to your location in a couple months," Fury said, "things have taken an unexpected turn and they'll be setting up a rally point in your location in four weeks."

"Global Justice Network?" Spider Man asked.

"No," Fury said grimly, "we're pulling out the Avengers Initiative for this one. Code 71."

Spider Man's eyes widened. "Anything else I should know about?"

"Watch your back out west, Parker," Fury said. "We'll be on our way and you should get to bed. You have class tomorrow morning."

Peter heard static and put away his phone. He took off his mask and took a deep breath. Code 71 hadn't been used in three years. He shook the goosebumps on his skin away and put on the mask, swinging and zipping back to the restaurant where the three plates of nachos still sat. Kim and Ron were gone. "I'm taking these," he said under his breath, putting them on a stack and swinging away again. He stealthily crawled up the side of his building and opened the window to his room. It seemed Gil hadn't returned yet.

He closed the window and took off his mask, hearing a knock at the door. "One minute!" Peter said, hurriedly taking off the costume and stuffing it into his closet. He opened it and Kim, Ron, and Bonnie rushed inside, half tackling Peter.

"Oh my god," Kim said, looking a bit bruised and banged up herself. "You look like you got into a fight! Where were you?"

"I was subdued by a couple of the blue guy's thugs trying to get away," Peter said, acting distressed. "I am so glad you're safe-"

"You're bleeding," Bonnie said, seeing the wounds on his legs and side.

"Did someone punch you in the face?" Kim asked.

Peter's eyes widened and he quickly wiped the lipstick off. "Yeah, right in the mouth."

"Poor you," Kim said, "let me-"

"No, you don't have to," Peter said, "you have bleeding under the skin and several small lacerations to your cheeks and forearms as well as a first degree burn on the side of your head- you should be taking care of yourself, not me."

"He's right, Kim, and thanks for saving the nachos," Ron said, moving past Peter and taking his plate. "Let's get out the first kit and get you ready for tomorrow. See ya, Peter." He took Kim by the hand and pulled her to the elevator.

Bonnie looked at Peter up and down. A sly half-smile flashed at him.

Peter blinked. "Can I help you?"

"You're not fooling anyone, Parker," Bonnie said with a smirk. "I just have to figure out who I see. Bye, Peter." She turned around and closed his door, leaving Peter alone for the first time all day. He let the pain and stress come back to him, feeling his wounds burning in pain. He winced his way through changing into an "I 3 NY" tee shirt and New York Mets pajama pants and fell on his bed, setting his alarm to seven thirty and shutting his eyes.

"I'm so glad the day is over," he said to himself, rolling over and hoping to drift into a deep sleep.

Peter heard the door open again. "Peter, you're back!" Gil exclaimed. Peter's eyes flew open. "Yo, me and the guys are gonna listen to some music, that okay?"

"Well, actually-"

"Thanks, dude!" Gil said, pulling out his Ipod with his friends and headbanging to loud, screaming metal.

This was going to be a long night.

SO NOW I GUESS YOU CAN PRETTY MUCH GUESS THE SHIPPING POSSIBILITIES: PETER/KIM, PETE/BONNIE, PET/VIVIAN, PE/SHEGO