Chapter 4

The Imp went flying through the air and smashed into a building, making a large dent upon impact, she managed to catch herself before she fell out of the hole.

"I'm gonna feel that in the morning." She remarked as she re-joined Spider-Man in their fight against Dr. Octopus, her voice sounding male due to the voice changer she wore.

Imp reached into one of the many pockets of her jacket and pulled out one of her many bombs, she briefly looked at it to make sure she had the one she wanted before throwing it at the villain. The bomb exploded upon impact and released a sticky substance similar to that of Spider-Man's webs that gummed up his metal arms, Spider-Man used this to his advantage to web the man and the metal arms to the ground.

"This is not over!" Dr. Octopus shouted. I will have my revenge!"

"Can it, six arms!" Imp told him, using some tape to cover his mouth.

"You just sit tight until the police come to pick you up." Spider-Man told him.

Spider-Man and the Imp then took off before the police arrived, how the police reacted to them depended on who arrived, they would either let them go or try and arrest them so they didn't want to risk it if it was the latter.

Spider-Man and the Imp landed on a nearby rooftop to take a rest. Imp rolled up her sleeve to look at her watch and her eyes widened behind her goggles when she saw the time.

"Wow, is it really that late? I guess time flies when you're saving people." She said. "I better get home before someone decides to drag me out of my room and finds I'm not there. See you at school tomorrow."

"If you aren't sent home before I can see you that is." Spider-Man remarked.

Imp shrugged. "Thing just always happen around me an I get the blame."

"For good reason."

"Ah, what yah gonna do? Oh, and by the way, if I find that you were out patrolling too late again I'll tie you to the bed to make sure you get enough sleep."

Spider-Man had to stop himself from shuddering, he knew that she wasn't joking. He quickly held up his hands in surrender.

"Okay, I'll finish up around twelve." He said.

"You'd better."

The Imp took off towards Stark tower while Spider-Man started his patrol.

The Imp floated up to a window at Stark tower and opened it, she slipped inside to reveal her bedroom. Once inside she removed her costume, undid the bindings on her chest and took out the voice changer that fit around her bottom teeth like a brace.

"That's better." She said, her voice back to normal.

Jack stuffed everything into a hidden draw in her wardrobe before going for a shower, after that she dried off before dressing in some normal clothes and placing a long black haired wig over her very short hair.

"JARVIS, did anyone notice I was gone?" Jack asked once she was finished.

"No, miss. Sir is under the impression that you are 'doing the usual teen angst act'." The A.I. told her.

"Good."

"Miss, if I may be so bold to recommend, maybe you should let Sir know of your latest favourite pass time."

"JARVIS, we've been through this already. Dad would have a fit if he learned that is was me getting smashed around everywhere and dealing with all of those big bads, then he would ground me 'til old age."

"It was mearly a suggestion, Miss. I am just worried that you are garnering too much attention and the time will come when you have to face someone you cannot handle."

"I know, and I apreciate that you are able to show so much concern for me, but I just don't want dad finding out and then freaking out. I'll probably tell him eventually, just not right now."

"If you say so, Miss Jack."

Jack frowned at the defeated tone that the A.I. was somehow able to convay.

"Tell yah what, if something really bad happens to me because of being the Imp, like I'm badly injured or go missing, then you can tell dad that I'm the Imp." She compromised.

"Thank you, Miss Jack." The A.I. sounded relieved.

Jack smiled at A.I. before walking out of her room. In the main room Jack saw Tony watching the news while drinking something that she was willing to bet anything was something alcoholic.

"In other news, famed vigilanties, Spider-Man and the Imp, stopped Dr. Octopus from trying to steal from Oscorp today." The news anchor said as footage from the fight was shown.

Jack couldn't help but wince when she saw herself thrown into a building, her powers may have stopped any damage but it had still hurt, she was lucky she had her durability.

"That's gotta hurt." Tony commented.

"I'm sure it did." Jack responded.

Tony turned to look at her.

"Ah, look who just emerged from her pit." He mocked.

"Pot, kettle, black, dad. You spend just as much time locked away in your lab if not more." Jack said as she sat down next to Tony.

Tony ignored her and instead motioned towards the TV with his drink still in his hand while the news continued to cover the fight.

"Those you have got to be made out of some hard stuff, especially goggle boy there, he was thrown into a wall without waring any sort of apparent armor and just shook it off. I wonder what kind of tech they're using." He said.

Jack smirked because she knew that the only tech they used was her boots and Spidey's web shooters, the rest was by their own merits. Still, she felt a small warmth in her chest at Tony's praise of her alter-ego.

"Doc Oc was pretty easy to defeat this time." Jack said.

"Yeah, far cry from those two just getting thrown about and taking over a day to catch him." Tony agreed.

Jack chuckled as she remembered how long it took for her and Spider-Man to take down Dr. Octopus the first time they faced him back when they were relatively knew to being superheroes.

"Not everyone can be badass their first fighting." She defended herself.

"Yeah, not everyone can be like me." Tony bragged.

"Oh, really?" Jack raised an eyebrow. "The footage JARVIS showed me of you making your first Ironman armour tells different."

Tony groaned. "How do you manage to get him to do everything for you?" he asked.

Jack looked smug. "Because he likes me better." She answered.

What Jack failed to mention was that she was a master hacker, she was the daughter of Tony Stark and a master thief so she wasn't exactly failing in the smarts department, and managed to change of few of JARVIS' programs so he wouldn't be able to tell Tony that she was the Imp without her permission. JARVIS hadn't liked her doing it but accepted her reason, that didn't stop him from constantly trying to get Jack to tell Tony herself.

"Anyway," Jack decided to change the subject. "What's for dinner?"

"I feel like pizza. Do you feel like pizza?" Tony asked.

"Sure."

"Pizza it is. JARVIS, order some pizza!"

"Call me when it gets here." Jack said as she stood up. "I have work to do in my room."

Jack went back to her room, Tony guessed she was going to do homework but what she meant was that she had work to do with her alter-ego.

You see, the problem with using bombs as your main weapon is that you are using them up each time you use one and may have a problem with running out of them and you can only carry so many. Jack had to constantly make all types of her own bombs, flash bombs, smoke bombs, glue bombs, etc. which took time and resources that she only had access too because she was the daughter of Tony Stark, aka Ironman. She was working on a secondary weapon that suited her for her to use when she couldn't use her bombs but it wasn't yet complete and she was still working out some of the details.

Peter sighed as he crept through his bedroom window at 12:46, he had promised Jack that he'd be home and in bed by twelve but he had gotten side-tracked by a robbery, multiple muggings and other crimes on his way home. Jack had told him many times that he had too much of a hero complex and needed to learn when to stop and make room for his normal life before it started to badly affect his health; actually, she hadn't quite said that but that was the gist of it. But Peter felt the need to help, every time he put on his costume or saw someone in trouble he would always hear his uncle Ben's last words to him. 'With great power comes great responsibility'. Whenever he recited those words Jack would jokingly add, 'and a great death wish'. But Jack always helped out if she saw someone in danger or they had to fight a villain, she even sometimes took over his patrols whether he wanted her to or not to make sure he didn't stress himself.

Peter hissed as he removed his Spidey suit, now that the adrenaline from fighting crime had worn off the injures from his fight with Dr. Octopus made themselves known quite loudly, particularly his ribs from when he had been squeezed by the metal arms. Thankfully he had advanced healing, so the injuries would be gone by the time he woke up, though he would probably still be stiff and sore. Peter didn't both putting on any night clothes and went to bed, his body relaxing in relief.

As he lay there Peter couldn't help but reflect on the last handful of months and how much his life had changed; getting bit by a radioactive spider, his uncle dying, becoming a superhero, his best friend finding out and joining him, starting off with street level threats, then fighting super villains that he never imagined he would have to face, etc. Peter had questioned Jack many times why her dad, the Ironman, come to help out with the villains they had no business facing as the street level heroes they had started off as, she always gave one of three answers: he didn't know, he thought they could handle it, or they had defeated the villain before he managed to help out. The way Jack answered the question made Peter suspicious that she was just making excuses for her dad.

But, Peter had chosen his path to use his powers and how to take that path and Jack had chosen to join him, and they did always win in the end even if it was by a stroke of luck so unless it was something they truly couldn't handle they couldn't complain since they chose to do it. They chose to keep fighting no matter how hard it got, how much they got hurt, or how many people villainised them such as a certain owner of the Daily Bugle with anger issues.

Peter sighed again before falling asleep.