Spider-Man held his breath as he stuck to the ceiling of the corridor he was in, three heavily armed soldiers made their way down the hallway, none of them in uniform but still carrying weapons.

He waited for them to pass underneath him before slowly lowering himself down via web-line.

Once he was on his feet he threw the web back up to the ceiling to make sure it wasn't discovered.

Dropping into a low crouch he made his way down the dark green corridor, the ship lurching and creaking as it took crashing waves with barely a problem, the sound of steam hissing in pipes and distant footsteps causing Spider-Man's heart rate to increase dramatically.

Pressing his shoulder up against a corner he listened intently, trying to make out any sounds that could give away someone's position.

After all, there was no third person camera he could swing around the corner to see if someone was there.

So he employed another trick learned from stealth games.

He curled a fist and gently knocked on the wall he was next to, the metallic clanging sound echoing for several seconds.

"Huh?" he heard a voice say from around the corner "What was that noise?"

"Alright then..." he thought to himself, silently leaping higher up the wall and into the shadowed ceiling once again, his red and blue costume not being the most stealthy attire for this mostly-lit dark green oil tanker "Show time"

Knocking again on the roof, catching the man's attention once more he let out a shallow whistle, this causing the soldier to come and investigate.

Spider-Man then began to think of how he would go about this, whether it was best to knock him out with one punch or to try and just slip past him altogether.

The soldier rounded the corner with his weapon aimed, an ugly looking gun that Spider-Man recognized as a Fa-Mas, a rapid-fire weapon that could do some serious damage if he wasn't careful.

Because it was a gun.

The man looked around several times before Spider-Man shrugged his shoulders, dropping down onto the man and slamming a fist into the back of his head, the man crumpling like a sack of potatoes and being unconscious before he hit the floor.

He was preparing to congratulate himself before the man's hand, still holding the Fa-Mas hit the floor, the angle causing him to squeeze the trigger and the gun to fire until he kicked it away.

Which took him two seconds to do.

In that time several loud and alerting shots rang out, the bullets clanging around the inside of the ship before dropping to the floor with loud tingling sounds.

Spider-Man screwed his eyes shut under his mask in horror, counting the seconds before the inevitable happened.

Delta Four this is CP, we've received reports of gunfire, please respond?" the voice came over the radio.

He knew he'd fucked up now, there was no way out of this situation.

Either he responded to the radio call-out and have the the Command Point realize he wasn't working for them or he ignore it and have:

"I repeat, Delta Four this is C.P, please update us on your position?" the second request came.

"Fuck" he thought, balling his fists as the third and damning call-out came.

"Delta Squad this is C.P, Delta Four is no longer responding, any nearby units move to investigate" it said.

Spider-Man moved quickly, throwing the unconscious man up to the ceiling and webbing him in place there, sticking the Fa-Mas next to him and preparing to leave, not before grabbing hold of the soldier's radio on his chest and looking at the seemingly ancient device.

"Fury, you there?" Spider-Man asked.

Several tense seconds passed before Fury's eventual response came.

"I'm here kid, what d'you need?" Fury asked.

"I got a hold of one of the guard's radios, the frequency is one-four-nine-point-zero-seven, can you update my Codec to patch me through to that?" Spider-Man asked.

"Of course, don't forget you can switch between programmed frequencies by tapping the Codec in your ear" Fury said, going silent for a moment before his voice returned "Alright, you're in"

"Thanks" Spider-Man said, moving away from the position he was in and going through a door at the end of the hallway.

Slowly closing the door behind him he turned around to look at the room he was in, his heart launching into his mouth as he saw one of the soldiers sitting in a chair with his arms crossed, staring directly at him.

No, not at him, as the sounds of snoring gave away that the man was asleep.

Breathing a sigh of relief he made his way past the sleeping man and into another room, this one being the stairwell.

He began to take the stairs when an alert came over the radio, or the Codec as he had.

It was something that caught his attention and something that he'd need to discuss with Natasha.

"All units this is C.P, the White Reaper is now on board the vessel, if spotted do not engage as hostile, I repeat, do not engage as hostile" the Command Point said.

"The... The White Reaper?" Spider-Man asked, switching his frequency over to Natasha's codec "Widow, you there?"

Gimme a sec" she said, sounding like she was in the middle of something strenuous before the loud sound of a neck being broken came through the Codec before she breathed a sigh of relief "What is it?"

"Does the name White Reaper mean anything to you?" he asked.

The deafening silence following the question obviously meant something to Natasha and it only served to heighten Spider-Man's intrigue level.

"Where did you hear that name?" she demanded.

"She's apparently on the ship now" Spider-Man answered "Who is she?"

"The White Reaper is the favourite nickname of a woman named Alexis Winters, she goes by other names like the White Death, Winter's Coldest Breath, the Winter Warlord and her second favourite name; Sightlock" Widow explained "She's on record for being the greatest sniper in the world, able to put a bullet between the eyes of an F-22 two pilot from over two thousand meters due to her accelerated processing functions"

"So she's bad news bears then?" Spider-Man asked with an excited tone "Is she a fighter?"

"She doesn't need to be because nobody ever gets close enough to even try" Widow continued "She also has a record she's proud of: she's never missed a shot in her life"

"What... seriously?" Spider-Man asked, looking over his shoulder to make sure there was nobody there "Even as a kid?"

"Even as a kid, she's a mutant Peter, her brain processes information faster than anybody else's, the lay of the land, wind speed, light level, bullet drop, and because of that she's able to land every shot she fires because she can practically see where her target's gonna be, even if he moves" Widow detailed "She's also an expert psychologist who can analyse everything about her opponent's combat experience and how they operate just from the way they stand, making her able to find out how they'll move if she's picking off a running target"

"That's... that's kinda scary" Spider-Man said "And if I happen to run across her?"

"Run" was all she said.

"Right, I'll keep that in mind..." Spider-Man said, becoming quiet for a moment before asking another question "Have you gone up against her before?"

"Yeah... once" she said in a heavy tone.

"I'm guessing it didn't go too well?" Spider-Man assumed.

"She put me in the hospital for a month after putting a bullet in my thigh and one through my chest" Widow said after a moment's hesitation "So you can say that we're quite familiar with each other, stay away from her kid, I'm warning you"

"Right, I'll stay out of her way" Spider-Man nodded "Spidey out"

Switching back to the soldier's frequency he was just in time to catch a broadcast from none other than Alistair Smythe himself.

"-And as a fair warning to all of you it concerns, we're having to forgo the restocking trip on the Hudson as we've been found out, an investigation has been launched by the Royal Family into the Metal Gear project... based on a tip from that Spider-Man bastard... so yes, before you start complaining about it, there'll be no more breaks until Ray is secured an area no one can discover him"

Spider-Man listened to the broadcast as he made his way through the strangely empty corridors, making his way deeper into the ship.

Several floors further down he caught a glimpse of a white-haired woman disappearing around a corner of the hallway he'd arrived in.

"Felicia?" he asked himself before shaking his head "No... too short... who was she?"

He followed after her, stopping at the corner and ducking his head around it to peek at her only to have his Spider-Sense blaring to warn him of the obvious.

The woman had spotted him before she'd gone around the corner and had prepared herself, the barrel of a Socom pressed against his forehead.

Now that he was close to her he could finally get a good look at her: she was yet again another woman with snow white hair, a strange trend with the women he'd met recently, with eyes bluer than the waters of Lake Louise that complimented her beautiful features and buxom frame.

She wore a black jacket, fingerless woolen gloves and black pants, obviously not dressed in her work uniform, and she glared at the costumed hero with distaste.

"You must be Spider-Man?" she asked.

"Actually there's a few silent characters and accents in it, it's pronounced as 'Spider-Man'll-Be-Taking-His-Leave-Now" he said, giving her the thumbs up before attempting to take a step back only to have her grab hold of his chest and jam the gun the underside of his jaw.

"If you make one move that I don't like, you make a wrong step or breathe when I don't want you to, you're dead" she snarled.

"Christ... now I know what it's like to work with Edward Norton" Spider-Man said, the woman walking around him and placing the gun at the back of his skull before bringing her wrist up to her mouth, speaking into a communicator on a bracelet.

"Smythe, we've got a little visitor here for you" she said with a smirk before jabbing Spider-Man in the back of the head with the gun to get him to move "Through the door and if you try anything you'll be dead before you even hear the gunshot"

"You know... I don't have a joke for that" Spider-Man said, sighing loudly before moving through the automatic door and beholding the enormous figure that was the real-life version of Metal Gear Ray.

"Whoa" he said, examining the, horrifyingly complete, WMD-on-legs.

"So?" Smythe's voice called from the side of the room, Spider-Man turning his head to see the tall man wearing a black trench coat and his usual thin glasses, looking at him with a smug expression. "You're the sneaky, stealing, slithering little python that snuck into my company and blew the whistle on me?"

"Dude, gimme a sec while I compile a list of blowjob jokes to go with that" Spider-Man said, wiggling his fingers in the air as he held them above his head "Alright, good to go"

"He likes to talk doesn't he?" the woman asked.

"Yes" he answered.

"Have I introduced you two yet?" Alistair asked "Spider-Man, this is Alexis Winters, the legendary sniper also known as the White Reaper, quite a sight to behold is she not?"

"Eh" Spider-Man shrugged "The last white-haired chick I met had bigger boobs, but hers are still great"

"What a gentleman" she spat, walking around him with the gun pressed against his skull.

"Thank you" Spider-Man giggled "Sempai noticed me"

"Can I shoot him yet?" she asked.

"Not yet, old Smizzle here still needs to monologue about his evil plan before he tries, and fails, to kill me" Spider-Man said, his eyes catching a glimpse of a certain red head of hair "So Tasha... shoot"

"Tasha?" Smythe asked in a confused tone "Who are you talking t-"

This sentence was interrupted by Smythe receiving a bullet wound to the shoulder, dropping down to the ground in agony with a loud roar or pain before Alexis turned the gun to where the shot had come from only to get her own solid S.H.I.E.L.D brand boot to the mouth from Widow.

"Kid!" she yelled, dropping down to the floor and delivering an uppercut to Alexis's stomach "Take care of the Gear!"

"Right!" Spider-Man nodded, moving towards Ray only to have his Spider-Sense go off and a strangely powerful hand grab hold of his ankle and tear him from the ground, throwing him into the wall.

He slammed into the metallic surface, denting it as he dropped down onto his front, looking up to see Smythe in a strange, Iron Man-esque exoskeleton, getting to his feet and cracking his knuckles.

"Not so fast Snake" he growled "You aren't touching Ray"

"We'll see about that Smythe" Spider-Man chuckled, settling into a fighting stance and moving towards Smythe, ready for a hard fight. Next Chapter: That Feeling of- Estimated time remaining: 1 Hour, 49 Minutes