Stupéfier still couldn't believe that she was standing on a rooftop in New York City. Months ago--no, still weeks, days--this had all been a dream. But she was doing it. She was holding the list she had created for herself. There was still much to see: the Brooklyn Bridge was not so far away from where she was now. At least, not for her and her great leaps. And she could reach her motel room very easy from that spot, in case she grew tired afterwards. She flexed her toes and jumped, leaping not necessarily high, but long. She glided over the buildings, seemingly flying. The wind blew in her face; the New York wind. It was blowing her dress up, which she tried to press down with her gloved hands. She was wearing tights underneath, but it was still embarrassing.

She thought she heard voices, but she couldn't be sure and in any case, she couldn't stop herself in mid-leap. She never tried to. When she landed hard on a rooftop she turned around to see if anyone had been calling out to her. She may have widened the gap between them now, so she waited. After a long moment she grew impatient, as she turned and prepared to leap again.

"No! Wait!" cried a voice.Stupéfier turned around and watched a man in bright red and blue tights land beside her on the rooftop. He tried to talk, but he chose to gasp for air instead. He was so out of breath from chasing the new masked woman around the city. She smiled, trying to put a name to the face. It was on the tip of her tongue, and she tried so hard to remember. She nodded and snapped. "Spider-Man! I recognize you from my flashcards."

Spider-Man said, "You made flashcards?"

She nodded. "Do you know how many superheroes are in this city?" Her accent was thick, but her giggle was not masked by it. Politely she extended a hand, as she had done to Jameson. "I am new here. My name is Stupéfier."

"Call me Spidey," the man said. "So, where 're you from?"

"France," she told him. "I am trying to get to know the city." She handed him her list. She read off the things she wanted to do. "I want to see the Brooklyn Bridge, Stark Tower, The History Museum--ooh! And the Baxter Building! And the Met! And--"

"You have a lot planned, huh?" Spider-Man laughed, handing the list back to her. She took it and stuffed it back into her shoe. "Yes, I do. Are you going to help me?"

"Why would you assume that?"

"You came over to me, no?"

Spider-Man shrugged. "I'm just checking you out and making sure that you're not going to cause any problems."

Stupéfier was confused. "Problems? Like, be a 'bad guy'?"

Spider-Man nodded. "Are you?"

"No!" she said, offended. "I want to join the Avengers! You wouldn't happen to know them, would you?"

Spider-Man said, "Well, I'm kind of an Honorary Member. I turned down the membership when they offered it to me?"

"Why?" She asked, surprised.

"Ah...I like to work alone, I guess," he said. "I'm not much of a team player."

"Why not?"

"Why should I be? If I work alone I don't need to worry about all that stuff. Besides, it's not like they want me."

Stupéfier was really confused now. "Why wouldn't they want the 'Amazing' Spider-Man?"

"I don't get good press. People don't really like me. In the eyes of the law I'm an 'untrusted force.' Though this city had a lot of vigilantes."

Stupéfier just nodded. "It was nice meeting you, Mister Spider-Man. But I need to go to the Brooklyn Bridge." She turned to leave when Spider-Man said, "Wait! Hey...I can go with you to the Bridge, if you want."

"Why?"

"It's a special place to me. I don't want you there alone."

"So you do not trust me."

"To be honest," he said, "No. I just met you!"

"You Americans are a rare breed!" She smiled.

Spider-Man laughed. "And they used to say that just about us New Yorkers!"

She laughed too, to try and prevent an awkward silence that was sure to follow. "So, Mister Spider-Man, care to lead the way?"

"Don't even have to ask," he said, and he jumped. Stupéfier followed him, swinging on his weblines. She tried to judge her leaps as to not go ahead of him, but it couldn't really be helped. The Bridge wasn't far off, anyway. She could actually see it in the distance. It was so big, and it sparkled. Stupéfier smiled. She loved New York.

A/N: I'm posting this on all my fanfics. Please bare with me--I know that it is taking me longer than usual to update, and that the chapters are relatively short. My personal life just got a hell of a lot more hectic, and I am trying to keep up with my fics as best as I can.