Two months had passed since Gwen's birthday. She had been out as Spider-Woman every night since her meeting with Fisk. The weapons were still on the streets. Tonight, it was storming. It had been raining non-stop since noon. She looked out the window briefly at the downpour. After a few flashes of lightning, she decided to stay in tonight. She wasn't keen to see if she could survive a lightning strike.

Gwen flopped down on their old couch. Her father had wanted to replace it recently since he had a little more spending money. Gwen staged a sit in until he relented. The couch would go over her dead body. Or so she said. She put her feet up on the coffee table and started searching through the streaming services. She'd decided on the last season of Legends of Tomorrow. She felt a certain kinship with them. They were just random idiots trying to do the right thing, and usually somehow managing to get the job done in the worst way possible. Just like her. She was about to press play on the first episode when her cell phone vibrated.

She looked at the call display. It was a blocked number. She rolled her eyes assuming it was a scam call. Gwen pressed accept and put the phone to her ear.

"Hello."

Gwen's eyes went wide, she recognized the voice on the other end immediately. It was Wilson Fisk.

"Good evening, Gwen."

Gwen took a few seconds to digest that he was on the phone. She recovered quickly.

"Mr. Fisk. How can I help you?"

"Well Gwen, I was calling to suggest you may want to go see your father at work tonight. In about an hour."

Gwen suddenly felt sick to her stomach. What was Kingpin up to?

"Should I be worried?"

"No, not at all. I have had some time to think over our conversation about my son. I have made a decision and since you likely saved my life, I was hoping that I could bring you some closure as a small repayment for that act of decency between… former enemies. I assure you; You will enjoy my surprise."

"Thank you, Mr. Fisk."

"Thank you, Gwen. This does not settle the debt you are owed by me. I will be in touch."

He disconnected the call. Gwen looked outside and sighed. She did not want to get wet. She ordered an Uber and grabbed her umbrella. She managed to stay mostly dry as she made her way to the station. She stopped for takeout at her Uncle Liam's pub. It was a quiet night there too. As a classic once said, the night was not fit for man or beast. Or spider-people as the current case may be. She went to the desk sergeant and waved to her.

"Hey, I'm here with supper for dad."

The desk sergeant smiled at Gwen.

"Sorry, Gwen he's not here, but you can go wait in his office if you'd like."

Gwen nodded and walked to his office. She was a bit weirded out about her dad being out on a call. Most of his job was desk duty the only time he ever went out was when they were short staffed, a scene required a captain or more recently it had to do with Spider-Woman. She sat down in one of the old black vinyl chairs and started eating her wings and fries.

She was halfway through a honey garlic chicken wing when she saw her dad walk in holding Richard Fisk's arm. Richard was in cuffs. Gwen opened his office door, sticky fingers and all to see it for herself. One by one the officers stood up and clapped. Richard's eyes were on her the whole time. He was glaring at her. Gwen gave him the slightest hint of a smirk. She couldn't help it. She was happy to see one of the Fisk's actually face real justice. It was a terrible idea because her spider sense started screaming at her. Then he lunged at her. She didn't really think before she acted so she kicked an office chair at him. She put enough force behind it that it took out his knees. Between the chair's forward momentum and Richard's own momentum he went ass over tea kettle and landed on his back with a loud groan. Gwen shrugged at her dad who stared at her. Richard made his next mistake.

"I'm going to kill you little bitch."

He struggled to get up. The thing about the police in her father's precinct and probably like a lot of precincts in the world is: You don't mess with them, or their families. Richard was lucky he didn't end up in the hospital. One of the detectives kneed him in the face when he tried to get up. Apologized profusely like it was an accident then dragged Richard towards the holding cells. Richard had blood running out of his nose. Gwen's father rushed over to her.

"Gwen, are you alright."

Gwen smiled at him.

"I'm fine."

Her father ushered her into his office. Gwen winced when he grabbed the handle to close it and he pulled it away looking at it. She grabbed a wet nap and quickly wiped it down.

"Sorry. Was just shocked to see a Fisk dragged in here."

Her father pulled his wet jacket off and hung it up, added his hat to the coat hanger. He sat down at his desk and looked at Gwen intently.

"What did you do?"

Gwen sat down and started munching on her wings again. He frowned and opened the lid to his wing meal and they both ate silently. Gwen was using the time to figure out what to tell her father so he wouldn't have a heart attack. Or ground her for the rest of her natural life span. Her father kept glancing at her as if he was trying to figure out how she arranged Richard's arrest. Finally, they both finished and started cleaning their hands off. Gwen had eaten her second wing meal. Gwen held up her hands.

"Dad, before you melt your brain. You were right. There was nothing you could do about Richard. So, I went through more of the information that you know who gathered, without her permission, she'd probably beg you to ground me for life if she found out… Anyway. I compiled all of it into an easy-to-understand package. I took it to Mr. Fisk, and I put all of my cards on the table. Richard has been working with the Sorera Cartel. He was plotting to kill his father, after taking out his high-ranking folks and guards with the weapons the Cartel provided him. I basically gave him a choice. He obviously chose you."

Her father rubbed his face. She wasn't sure if he was proud, angry, some mix of both, or just at his wits end.

"That was very dangerous."

Gwen nodded.

"He put a hit out on me, I don't see how much worse it could get. Now instead of us depending on Spider-Woman he gave me his word we were off limits. I believe him. He seems to take his word very seriously. He says he owes me his life."

Her father tapped the desk with his fingers.

"It was still very stupid. And obviously Richard found out who it was that turned his father against him."

Gwen shrugged.

"Dad, I'll take imprisoned man whose world, and support I blew out from under him over a crime lord who is in charge of ninety percent of the crime in New York."

Her father shook his head.

"A single man with a gun and nothing to lose is more dangerous than anything else in the world, Gwen. You're fifteen you should leave this stuff to the proper authorities."

Gwen made a derisive sound.

"What so they can take a bribe and look the other way? I did what had to be done. They don't follow the laws. Why should I when I'm trying to keep myself and my family safe?"

"That is the kind of thinking that led to your Uncle Ben's death and put Spider-Woman on a most wanted list."

Gwen leaned forward.

"Well, the police are so busy taking bribes they aren't doing their actual fucking jobs. Someone has to force them too."

He frowned.

"I think it is about time you go home. I have paperwork to fill out."

Gwen narrowed her eyes at him.

"You're almost as bad as them."

She stood up, grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair and stormed out. It was a quiet week at her apartment. The only real bright point was a phone call from Adam asking her out on a date on the following Saturday, the only problem was it was going to be in the Hamptons, his family was there for the summer, which also happened to be her summer break. Their private schools were out of sync with the school boards of their state's. Her dad had barely looked at her since she blew up at him in his office at work. He was sitting at the table before leaving for work. He was drinking coffee.

"Dad, I'm going to the Hamptons for the weekend, tomorrow. Adam asked me out on a date. I am staying overnight, but his parents are there so we won't be alone."

Her father blinked at her a few times.

"I'm sorry, was there a question in there?"

Gwen wrapped her fingers around the back of the kitchen chair she was behind.

"No."

He put his coffee mug down.

"You're still a minor, you don't get to make declarations."

Gwen looked at him dead in the eyes.

"Do you want to be in my life when I turn eighteen?"

"Yes, but if it takes me alienating you so you'll see your eighteenth birthday or preventing you from ruining your life by getting pregnant, I will do it gladly."

Gwen frowned.

"Dad. Do I at all seem irresponsible enough for that to happen?"

"Well, you sure almost let it happen with Flash Thompson."

Gwen frowned.

"A mistake that will never be repeated. I will not let some boy get in the way of my future."

He finished his coffee.

"His parents will be there?"

"Yes. They are having a party at their Hamptons estate. Which I will be attending. Adam will drop me off Sunday night."

He rubbed his chin.

"Fine. You can go, but you keep tracking on your phone on."

Gwen rolled her eyes.

"Fine."

Gwen packed an overnight bag, just in case. She called it an overnight bag; It was just her school backpack with clothes stuffed in it. She also had a dress bag with a new dress she had purchased for the party at Adam's parents' estate. She was sitting on the steps of her building dressed in a conservative golf skirt, and top. She went with a black skirt and purple golf shirt. She also picked up golf shoes. Also, a white baseball cap. They specifically matched what Adam had told her to wear. She'd rushed to buy them after she finished work. She wasn't sure why she was in this get-up, but she figured, when in Rome.

Adam pulled up in his corvette at seven in the morning just like he promised. She dropped her bag in what passed for a trunk in the sports car. She got in the passenger seat. He smiled at her and pulled away from the curb. She noticed he was dressed similarly to her, but he had sandals on instead of his golf shoes which she saw in the trunk with a bag of golf clubs.

"Did you like leave at five in the morning or something?"

He shook his head.

"No, I stayed in a hotel."

Gwen smiled at him. The pair did the usual small talk but mostly Gwen was paying attention to the city as it passed then the trees and fields as concrete gave way to nature. Gwen hadn't had much chance to be this far into long island. The drive was scenic, and the ride was smoother than she would have expected. Adam kept to the speed limit and the drive took about an hour and a half.

When they arrived, Gwen was shocked to see it was a country club and golf course. It also looked ridiculously expensive. When Adam drove past the parking lot, she noticed his corvette was probably the least expensive car here. He got out, Gwen followed suit. He grabbed his golf shoes and the bag of clubs. Gwen looked at Adam.

"I don't want to pre-judge a date, but I have no idea how to golf."

He pulled his hat off as they walked inside the massive clubhouse. Gwen did the same.

"Mom and dad insisted we have breakfast with them and that we do a round of golf. I told them you probably have no idea how to play golf, but mom said you can learn on the go. Trust me I have something amazing planned for the afternoon."

Gwen gave a small shrug.

"As long as this isn't your idea of a date."

Adam laughed.

"No. I play golf because dad and mom play golf. My dad says seventy-five percent of business in this country is negotiated on golf courses. So, if you want to be someone, you need to play golf. I'm really sorry, school has been crazy this is the first chance I had to ask you out."

Gwen nodded.

"Fine but do not expect me to know any of the rules. And why do I feel like we're being match-made?"

"Probably because we are but you're great so I'm not complaining. I might have pretended I was annoyed that they're trying to force this…"

Gwen smiled at him.

"You're a sly one. I'll need to pay attention to you."

Adam left his clubs with the desk. The pair made their way into the dining area. Adam's mother made a show of giving Gwen a warm hug. Gwen wasn't quite sure what to make of it. They sat down and there was general small talk about the drive from New York. Gwen tried her best to be eloquent and polite, but she felt out of her depth in this environment. The breakfast was decent, though there wasn't close to enough to feed Gwen. As they were making their way out to get their golf cart one of the pro shop employees rushed to catch up with them. He offered a set of stylish-looking pink highlighted golf clubs to Gwen. She gave him a curious look.

"I'm sorry, these aren't mine."

He looked at the receipt he had in his hand.

"You're Gwen Stacy, guest of Senator Thomas?"

Gwen nodded.

"Yes, these were purchased as a gift for you. Enjoy your day."

He walked off. Gwen looked at Adam, who shook his head. Gwen shrugged and put them on the cart.

"Must have been Obadiah."

They all piled on the cart to start their round of golf. When they reached the first hole Adam ran Gwen through how to pick a driver and the basic stance to use while his father and mother took their turns. When it was Gwen's turn, she surprised herself by hitting a long drive and landing on the green by the hole. She should have assumed her enhanced physical attributes would make almost any sport easy after her experience on Flash's Yankee stadium date. Adam laughed softly.

"Never played golf before she says. Sure, thing Happy Gilmore."

Gwen blushed.

"Beginner's luck."

Gwen probably should have feigned her old clumsy self, but she'd been her for fourteen years and she'd always been teased about it. She was tired of it, why should she pretend to suck at everything physical? It took Adam and his parents two more swings to get them to where she was. Apparently the first hole was a par four. She figured out that par meant the average strokes it takes an average golfer to reach the hole. After the first hole she was par minus two. The rest of the game pretty much went the same way. No hole in one. But she was at half par for the whole course. In other words, she looked like a pro golfer. As usual, all it took was someone to show her the proper technique and she could make her body do it. The round of golf ended as noon rolled around. Senator Thomas was shaking his head as they rode back to the clubhouse.

"If I didn't know who you were, I would have assumed you were a competitive player. Good game."

Gwen shrugged.

"It's all math and physics."

Senator Thomas laughed.

"You make it sound so easy. There is a lot of physicality to hitting the ball at the right angle catching it in the wind. You should never sell yourself short. You know there are junior leagues. You could be a champion."

Gwen shook her head.

"No, you need passion for that sort of thing. I'd rather be fiddling with electronics or something. Just because you're good at something, doesn't mean you should jump right in. Besides this was probably just beginner's luck."

Adam glanced at Gwen. She noticed a new appreciation for her in his eyes. Senator Thomas chuckled.

"Well, at least you're humble about winning."

They got back to the clubhouse. Posted their scores officially. With a few goodbyes they parted ways. Adam and Gwen waited for his car to arrive. She looked down at the golf clubs.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with these?"

Adam glanced at the bag.

"Treat them well, they cost whoever bought them for you quite a lot."

Gwen quirked an eyebrow.

"Really?"

Adam pulled out the driver.

"Yes, I'd estimate between four and five thousand at least."

Gwen blinked at him in disbelief.

"What idiot pays that for golf clubs?"

Adam shrugged.

"Someone who likes you apparently. Should I be jealous?"

Gwen shook her head and picked up the bag of clubs and put them beside his in the trunk of the corvette. Gwen looked at them.

"Well, I guess I should play more then."

She sat in the passenger seat. Adam pulled away from the curb and drove them through the pastoral Hamptons. They pulled into a gated estate. The drive seemed ridiculously long. The house was massive. Adam looked at her.

"You brought normal shorts and a t-shirt like I asked right?"

Gwen nodded.

"Good."

Gwen narrowed her eyes.

"What is this mysterious afternoon you have planned for me?"

He laughed.

"You'll see."

He pointed to a door near the entrance.

"You can get changed there. I'll park the car and deal with our clubs."

Gwen did as he asked and came out in a pair of cut-off jeans and a t-shirt that showed off her minimal assets. He came out a few minutes later wearing cargo shorts and a T-shirt. He did not look like the rich kid he was. He smiled at her.

"You look good in that shirt."

Gwen winked at him. He tossed her baseball cap at her that she'd left in the car. She caught it easily. She looked him up and down.

"You are up to something, Adam Thomas."

He smirked. Gwen was gushing inside. She tried to maintain a calm exterior, but Adam was hot. So hot she was sure she'd get burned eventually. She slipped on her sunglasses and put her hat on. She looked at him.

"What next?"

He put on his own sunglasses and hat.

"That's the surprise isn't it."

He tossed her a pink water bottle. He picked up a black water bottle, pulled a set of keys off a key rack in a side room and motioned to a door that was through a couple of open concept rooms. She followed him to the door and when he opened it, they found themselves in a large garage. There were four cars. Three cost more than she would make in a year working full time at Stark Industries and the last was a beat-up old Ford pickup truck, if they added their ages together it would still be older than them. It was black, had a roll bar and was raised. The paint was chipped here and there. He walked towards the pickup truck and unlocked the doors and hopped in. She climbed in. It was fully loaded but eighties fully loaded. He started it up. The truck rumbled to life. He opened the garage door and backed out. Gwen blinked at him in disbelief.

"You have a brand-new corvette, and you drive this?"

He laughed.

"Why not? Sometimes I don't want to stand out."

Gwen pulled her seat belt on with some difficulty. It got stuck a couple of times.

"Whatever you say, you're in charge of this crazy train."