"Goddamn it's cold out," Peter Parker muttered as he swung from building to building, heading straight for his apartment, which he had rented out a little over a week ago. It was his first place, and he was rather proud of it. Sure, it wasn't nearly as fancy as anything Tony Stark owned. And it would never match the homey nature that Aunt May's house had. But it was still his own.

And, more importantly, it had heat. Which was something he needed when it was minus stupid outside.

He could see his own breath coming through his mask, which was lined with a thermal material he had borrowed from the Fantastic Four. On most days, it did him some good. Just not on this particular day, when it was mind-numbingly cold outside. Which was why he was so happy to see his apartment come into view, in all it's warm glory.

He landed on the rooftop with perfect grace, only to hear a small whimper coming from his left.

He overrode all common sense that told him to just get his asscicle inside and warm up, to go investigate. He peered around a exhaust vent, only to see a petite woman with short-cropped black hair huddling against the metal for warmth. What was more, was that she had little to no clothing on, and long scratches down her bare arms.

"Get up," he said as he moved to help the woman to her feet, noting the two long claws on each hand, reminding him of a certain Mutant who was simply the best there was at what he did. He had a inkling of a feeling that he could trust her enough to take her inside. Even if he had only met her, he knew his Spider-sense would have told him something was off. "Let's get you all warmed up," he said as he opened the window to his apartment, and snuck inside, helping the dark-haired girl as he did so.

As soon as he let go, she dropped to the ground, forcing him into action. He grabbed the nearest blanket and wrapped it around her body, which still refused to shiver. In fact, she barely moved at all, save for two bright green orbs that stared back at him.

"What's your name?" Peter asked as he moved towards the thermostat, increasing the temperature of the apartment by several degrees. The woman, who appeared to be about his age, didn't answer, save for a blink of her eyes. So he resorted to another question. "Do you know Wolverine?" he asked, this time earning the smallest of reactions, in the form of a gasp. "Are you his daughter?" Peter asked as he moved into the kitchen, and began to boil some water. "Sister?" he asked as he re-entered the room, to see her shaking her head.

"Clone…" the girl whispered softly, as she pulled the blanket around her body even tighter. "So cold…"

"Well that's what happens," Peter smirked as he sat down beside her. "When you're outside with little more than a bathing suit on in this weather. And what do I call you?" he finished as she squirmed slightly beside him. He could still feel cold air radiating off her body, even when she had the blanket on. He shuddered to imagine how long she had been out there like that.

"X-23," the girl muttered.

"That's a really stupid name," Peter remarked, trying to lighten the mood slightly, to no avail. "You've gotta come up with something better that that soon. Or I'll start calling you Miss Bub, understand?" he smirked as he nudged her shoulder and as the water began to boil. Once more, he got to his feet and entered the kitchen. He proceeded to make her some tea, knowing that it would warm her up, even though she refused it when he returned.

"I need to go-" she began as she tried to rise, but a combination of failing muscles and Peter's grip prevented her from leaving.

"I'll give Logan a call," Peter said firmly as he handed X-23 the cup of tea. "You sit down and wait, okay? And drink that, it'll help make you feel a bit better, Miss sharp-pointy-things. And since he'll ask me, I've gotta ask you: Why were you outside with almost nothing on?"

"I..." she whispered as she pulled the blanket in closer. "I ran away. I don't belong there, not with them. They all think I'm a stone-cold killer."

"Well," Peter replied as he rubbed her shoulder. "you are stone-cold," he continued, "but I don't think you're the most horrible person in the world."

"You don't know me," X-23 said, somewhat stiffly.

"You haven't tried to blow up the planet," Peter said with a shrug. "As far as I know, you haven't kidnapped anyone important. Unless it's me you've kidnapped, She-verine." Peter finished as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Laura," she replied softly, "my name's Laura."

A/N: Well, how was it? and who do you want for the 20th chapteer?