Peter finished tying his right shoelace, dropping into the chair outside the coffee shop with a heavy thumping sound, getting the attention of those sat near him for a brief moment before shrugging their shoulders and paying him mind no longer. Peter straightened his tie just as a wave of police cars and helicopters arrived sped past the block, heading towards the building he had just recently left. After making sure that his Spider-Suit wasn't visible anywhere on his body he relaxed in his seat, resting his leg on his knee and leaning back with a sigh. He'd done it. He'd actually done something he'd only seen done in comic books and movies; he'd saved people from murdering, stealing crooks that worked for a crime lord who had the city's criminal underworld under his thumb. Peter's smile suddenly dropped off his face as a wave of nausea rushed over him.

"Holy shit" he muttered under his breath, wiping the sweat away from his brow with the back of his thumb "What the fuck did I just do?"

It hit him then and there that he'd just started a war on the crime lord that he'd never be able to back out of, not until he was captured or one of them was dead. Spider-Man had just placed a target on the Big Man whilst sticking on to himself and he needed to take the shot first if he wanted to stay alive. Peter was roused from his thoughts as his phone began to buzz in his pocket, sending tingles down his leg. He slipped his phone out and found out his Aunt May was calling him. He answered the call and placed the phone against his ear.

"Hello?" he spoke.

"Hey Peter, how's the party going?" May asked down the line.

"Well, for lack of a better word I'd say... explosive" Peter answered with a nervous chuckle.

"That's great to hear, you're not feeling too third-wheelish are you?" she questioned, causing Peter a great deal of confusion.

"I'm sorry?" Peter said.

"Well seeing as how your two friends are both dating, and you're not, I was wondering if you felt a bit awkward around the happy couple" she explained. Peter looked at his phone in disbelief for a long second before speaking again.

"Are you making fun of me?" he asked.

"Of course not dear, I'm just saying that it's probably time for you to go out and find yourself a girlfriend" May continued "It'll do wonders for your psyche"

"Aunt May, I'm fifteen, I hardly think that I need to settle down already" Peter said in an awkward tone.

"I never suggested getting married Peter, I just meant... getting someone to spend time with that you can be more... intimate with" May said slowly.

"Hang on a minute-" Peter said, standing up out of his chair "Aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves?"

"I didn't mean it like that Peter, I used the wrong word... look, my friend Mrs Watson has a lovely young niece, she's your age and she's going to be coming to New York soon" May said in an attempt to calm him down.

"Alright... what's she like?" Peter asked, his interest being gained.

"I don't know much about her but I hear she has a wonderful personality" May said in a happy tone. Peter knew what the term 'wonderful personality' meant. It was a term used for women, or girls, who had no good features in terms of facial looks or body shape, voice or eye colour and were pretty for their souls and aura. Peter shivered with a sickened groan before shaking his head.

"I think I'll pass, thanks anyway Aunt May" Peter said. He turned his head quickly as he heard his voice being called from across the street.

"Anyway Aunt May, I'll talk to you when I get home, love you, bye" Peter said, ending the call just as Cadance, who had strangely not seen before the party went to hell, rushed over to him and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Where the fuck have you been!?" she demanded, looking enraged and anxious at the same time. Shining walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling gently at her.

"Now, now Cadance, the kid's probably had a stressful evening" Shining said quietly "Go easy on him" Cadance let go of Peter, ran a hand down her face while exhaling softly, looking at Peter with a calm expression. Peter smiled softly before Cadance snapped back to her aggressive mood and grabbed him by the collar, jutting her face inches in front of his.

"Where the fuck have you been!?" she bellowed into his face. At this point Shining had to drag his wife off the terrified looking child before Celestia and Luna hurried over to them, Celestia having a small cut on the left side of her head stitched up with a bandage poking out from under her right sleeve with Luna looking relatively untouched.

"Are you alright Princess?" Peter asked Celestia, walking closer to her with an examining eye "I got worried after I pushed you back-" If this was any other kind of sudden movement Peter's Spider-Sense would've warned him. But there were two instances of external stimuli that made him lower his guard; the first being Celestia's outstretched arms that wrapped around him and pulled him close to her, the second being face-to-chest contact. Peter's face was nearly completely covered by Celestia's large bust as the much taller woman hugged him tightly.

"Holy fuck" Peter's mind seemed to repeat endlessly, Celestia's perfume and bodily contact turned his mind to much whilst giving him no inclination of what to do with his suddenly numb hands.

"Thank you" she whispered to him "I don't think I would've made it through that alive if it wasn't for you noticing those bombs"

"No problem" Peter's muffled voice said. Celestia stepped back from him, her eyes back to their usual glowing shade but now a deeper shade of purple for some strange reason, and a wide smile on her face.

"What happened to you Peter?" Shining asked "Celestia told us that you heard the beeping of the breaching charges and climbed up to the roof and threw her inside before they exploded, what went down after that?" Peter took a brief second to formulate as water-tight of a lie as he could before answering.

"Well... the bomb went off and I got blasted off the roof by the shock wave but before I hit the floor that guy in the spider outfit caught me and put me down outside the building, told me to get as clear as I could before climbing back up the the party and doing whatever the hell he did... what did he do exactly?" Cadance looked at the others for a brief second and, upon nobody else speaking, began to explain.

"He came in through the window and started beating up everyone in the room" Cadance began.

"How?" Peter asked "Didn't they have guns and stuff?"

"Yeah, but this guy wasn't exactly normal, he had super powers that allowed him to shoot webs and stick to walls... and I think he could read people's minds, he could knew when and where those guys were going to hit him before they even moved" she continued.

"Super powered?" Peter asked "He's not a member of the Avengers is he?"

"If he is-" Celestia jumped in "I don't recognize him, he's either a new addition to the team or he doesn't work with them"

"We'll have to ask Director Fury about him when-" Luna began before Celestia shot her a look, causing her to nod and fall silent. Peter opened his mouth to question them before deciding he wouldn't get any answers out of them and allowing the subject to drop.

"Well... if we're done for tonight and all the crazy shit is over, I think I'm gonna head home" Peter shrugged, a wave of exhaustion suddenly washing over him. The others all said goodbye and Peter once again turned down the offer for a ride home, before embarking on his own walk home. As he rounded the corner onto the next block he checked all around him before ducking into an alley. He was preparing to leap up to the walls and begin swinging home before an alarm bell sounded from the next block over.

"What?" he asked in dismay "No, I wanna go home!" With an agitated sigh he changed back into his costume, webbing his party suit up against the wall of the alley, before leaping into action. He landed on the rooftop just in time to see a figure dressed in all black sprinting down the street.

"Hey!" he yelled "Stop right... why the fuck am I expecting that to work?" He threw himself forward and ran down the street only to have the robber leap nearly thirty feet into the air and onto a nearby rooftop.

"OK... this should be interesting" he said in an impressed tone "Here we go!" With another quick jump and a roll he was onto the same roof and closing in on the robber. The closer he got the more he could see the robber, being an extremely skinny male with a black, metallic helmet over their face in the shape of a lion.

"Hey Mufasa!" he yelled out to them "Your own personal wildebeest stampede's on it's way!" The robber ignored him, instead whirling around and launching a volley of silver coloured metal darts towards him. He skidded down onto his knees, bending over backwards to dodge them before quickly getting to his feet and picking up the pace. As the number of rooftops crossed increased the distance between the two of them decreased.

"As long as this lanky bastard doesn't jump to the next block or gain the ability to fly he'll be an easy target" Spider-Man chuckled. As if the hand of God extended down from heavens and flipped him the Holy Bird the robber threw himself out into the open air and extended their wrist, firing a thin, white cable from a gauntlet that latched onto a building, allowing them to swing down the street at a much faster pace.

"Well that's fucking brilliant" Spider-Man sighed, taking the pursuit to the air in a hurry, not wanting the robber to escape. As the city streets whizzed past underneath them, Spider-Man began to get angry, his tired and cranky attitude getting the better of him.

"Will you slow the fuck down, I promise I'll only hit you once if you do!" he called out. They didn't stop, instead rounding a corner and going to touch down on another roof. Spider-Man used the elasticity of the web-line to propel himself higher than the robber with a tug on the line and a shift of his weight, before aiming his web-shooter at the right ankle of the robber. Just a second before he touched down onto the rooftop Spider-Man activated the web-shooter and a short strand of web fired forward, sticking the man's foot to the rooftop.

"And it's good!" Spider-Man yelled, quickly web-zipping down to the rooftop and dusting off his hands, watching arrogantly as the man tried to pull his foot away. It occurred to him now that as well as being skinny the robber was extremely effeminate. He also noticed that the robber's suit incorporated a lot of white fur, on the wrists and around the neck of the mask. And the final thing he noticed was something he couldn't make out before from the distance he was at; breasts. Very large ones that were tucked away in an extremely tight, shapely leather cat-suit.

"Uh... who are you exactly?" Spider-Man asked, walking over to the man and pulling off the metal lion mask, allowing thick, luscious locks of white hair to fall down around her shoulders, revealing a beautiful women with sharp cheeks, a cute nose and emerald green eyes. She wore a thing eye mask with long, sharp points running down her cheeks and had a small smirk on her face.

"Whoa!" Spider-Man exclaimed, jumping back in shock, allowing the woman to use some kind of hidden claws in her gloves to cut through the webbing "Who the hell are you?!" She looked at him with a quizzical gaze, biting a rogue lip with a playful smirk on it. She used one arm to cup and slightly raise her breasts whilst scratching her cheek with the other.

"I could ask you the same thing" she said in a saucy, seductive purr. She walked towards him, her heels clicking as her hips swayed in time to an inaudible musical track with Spider-Man laying stunned on the ground, unable to move.

"So tell me, who's this dashing rogue I see before me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow quizzically. Spider-Man couldn't bring himself to speak, feeling nothing more than heat in every part of his body and praying to God that the ski suit was thick enough to hide an attentive soldier.

"What's the matter?" she asked with a wink "Cat got your tongue?"

"I... I'm going to have to ask you to hand the stuff you stole over... the nice people at that jewellery store worked very hard to get that in their stock and I'm sure they're not happy that America's next top model just made off with her diamond necklace before the final runway walk" She chuckled quietly, beginning to play around with the small metal zip at the top of her jumpsuit before dragging a gloved hand over her forehead.

"Is it just me-" she began, hooking a nail into the ring of the zipper and sliding it down, revealing her crevasse-like cleavage "Or is it really hot tonight?" Spider-Man mentally slapped himself before kicking back to his feet and clearing his throat.

"Now I don't want any trouble, just give me the stuff back and you can be on your way-" he began, holding his hand out for the jewellery back. The woman hung her head and sighed, holding her hands out to the sides for a brief second.

"Alright, fine, I'll come quietly" she nodded, scratching her head and revealing a pair of faux cat ears on her head "Just don't hurt me and I'll give the stuff back to-" Ending her sentence quickly and lashing out with a spinning kick in an attempt to catch her opponent off-guard may have worked with anyone else but his Spider-Sense warned him about the attack, allowing him to dodge it by bending over backwards to a ninety degree angle before hand-springing backwards several yards.

"Hey, I thought you said-" Spider-Man began before she cut him off.

"I lied sweetie, I really thought you'd get that" she chuckled, rolling her neck with a loud crack and settling into a fighting stance "Now come on, make me work for my treats"

"I already said I don't want trouble..." Spider-Man said slowly, holding his hands up in a passive manner.

"Don't you know?" she asked with another wink "Black Cats are always trouble" Spider-Man sighed, cracking his knuckles and lowering himself into a fighting stance of his own.

"And you should know that a spider only becomes aggressive when backed into a corner" he said.

"Honey... that was awful" she giggled.

"Cut me some slack will you?" he asked bitterly "I've only just started doing this"

"Sorry honey but I don't do slack... I like to keep it nice and firm" she retorted. Spider-Man remained silent for a long second before sighing.

"I don't... I don't know how to respond to that" he mumbled.

"How about agh?" she suggested.

"Why would I-" he began before she launched forward, faster than most humans and than he expected her to "Agh!" She swung with her right hand, having the attack dodged, and following it up with a vicious knee to the sternum. Spider-Man barely managed to cross his arms over his chest in time to block the attack. He expected her to jump back and then lunge at him again but instead what she did was throw her leg backwards, using inhuman flexibility to rotate on her joint and turn the low kick into an overhead high kick. Being unable to respond, due to shock and having put himself in an awkward stance, having his arms underneath his chest and being hunched over, the kick slammed into the back of his head and knocked him straight to the floor.

"How the hell did you do that?" Spider-Man asked, pushing off on his hands and rolling forward into a forward dive.

"Great training and a lot of lonely nights in my college dorm room getting freaky" she giggled, dropping down onto her shins and lying her back flat on the ground as Spider-Man lunged over her.

"Ewww" Spider-Man cringed, rolling back to his feet and shaking his head.

"Oh don't lie, you love the idea of seeing me do that" she smirked, getting back to her feet and pivoting on her heel to face him, extending her claws from her gloves again.

"I need an adult" he whimpered.

"I am an adult" she said, blowing a kiss at him before lashing her hand out and firing her cable at him. Instead of dodging the attack he caught the cable and yanked it towards him, pulling the taller woman over to him. To his surprise, instead of trying to leap over him or move around him she wrapped herself around him and placed her face close to his.

"Hey there cutie" she winked, pecking him on the cheek. She then tried to use her greater body weight to throw him to the floor but using his adhesive abilities he stood strong.

"Oh..." she said, blinking twice "I didn't expect that"

"Indeed" Spider-Man said, cocking back his head and slamming it into the bridge of her nose. The attack dazed her and Spider-Man then threw her off him. She landed hard on the ground and got to her knees, clutching her nose and weeping loudly. Guilt welled up in Spider-Man's chest, causing him to rush over to her.

"I'm sorry... are you alright?" he asked her, reaching out with a hand to check her. She stopped sobbing and lashed out with her own hand, grabbing hold of his wrist and twisting at a sharp angle, his Spider-Sense warning him but the woman moving too quick for him to do anything about it. The attack caused him to open his defence and she lashed out with her palm, striking him just below his ribs and winding him. He doubled over and she stepped forward, kneeing him in the nose and knocking him onto his back.

"Wow, how did you fall for that?" she asked with a loud laugh "I never actually expected that to work but, I gotta say, you surprised me... and they say that chivalry is dead"

"I don't like hitting on women" Spider-Man muttered weakly, attempting to kick back up only to have the woman fire two cables from her wrists, forcing his hands to the ground and fastening them there.

"Funny, like that's gonna hold me" Spider-Man laughed, throwing his hands forward only to have them not be able to pull the cables loose "Hey... what the hell are these made of?"

"Custom material, too expensive to even mention, provided by my oh-so-lovely employer, the Big Man" she said, rubbing her nails with her thumb before looking down at him "You can't break them, they were designed by Stark to be strong enough to contain the Hulk" Spider-Man sighed loudly, resting his head on the rooftop.

"Fuck" he grunted.

"What's wrong honey?" she asked in a condescending tone.

"I lost" he answered.

"Yeah, most people usually do when they go up against me" she nodded.

"How the fuck did I lose?" he growled, clenching his fists in anger.

"Because I'm better than you, that's how" she responded "Don't feel bad, I'm just the best at this kind of thing" Spider-Man swore loudly under his breath, his petulant, childish desire to be the best bolstering his strength greatly.

"Hey now, I already said the cables can't be broken" she said.

"The cables might not-" he said, a loud cracking noise sounding "But the roof will!" He tore a large chunk away from the roof and attempted to kick back up to his feet for a second time only to have the woman swing a leg over him and pin him to the ground with her greater body weight. The anger in Spider-Man's blood dissipated immediately as she felt her curvy body press against his.

"Now, now" she said slowly, sitting back on his groin and placing her hands flat on his abdomen, playing with the muscle under the suit "There's no need to get angry... wow, you're quite hunky for being such a little guy" The used another set of cables on her wrist to grab the jewellery bag and, upon Spider-Man attempting to make a move, she used another cable to bind his neck to the rooftop.

"As I said, you lost" she mocked "Better luck next time honey" At this point a bright light shone down on them as a police chopper flew up above the roof, a loudspeaker issuing orders to them.

"Both of you get on the ground and place your hands behind your heads, you're under arrest!" they yelled.

"Both of us!?" Spider-Man yelled "She's the thief not me!" The woman looked up at the chopper before seeing a group of police officers run onto the rooftop. She looked down at Spider-Man before speaking.

"Come on Deary, don't say that, now, you take care of these nice gentlemen and I'll have our dinners ready back at our house" she said, leaning down and kissing him on the cheek "Tootles!" With that she threw herself off the roof and disappeared into the night, causing the police officers to draw their weapons and aim them at Spider-Man.

"You heard her!" one of them yelled "They're working together!"

"If we get him, he'll tell us where his wife is!" another nodded.

"She's not my wife!" Spider-Man said, wrenching the cable from the rooftop, breaking the structure further, and rolling onto his back "I'm not a criminal, I'm one of thoe good guys!"

"Freeze pal!" a third officer yelled, aiming his gun at Spider-Man's head "One more step and I'll open fire!"

"Just listen to me, I'm with-" Spider-Man tried to say, taking a step forward. The officer began to pull the trigger repeatedly, bullets firing at Spider-Man. He rushed forward and slammed an elbow into the officer's face on instinct alone before realizing that was not a smart move.

"He attacked, shoot the fucker!" a fourth screamed.The officers turned and opened fire on Spider-Man, forcing him to dodge to the edge of the rooftop.

"Wait!" he yelled.

"Fire!" a police officer responded.

"Fuck!" Spider-Man barked, throwing himself off the roof just as another hail of bullets flew over his head. He began to rapidly swing away from the building, easily outrunning the chopper by going lower to the streets and taking short cuts through alleys and tight gaps in between buildings. After losing his pursuers he landed on top of an empty building and dropped onto his rear, placing an arm on his knee and panting heavily. He pulled his mask off and ran a hand through his hair, now flattened from the amount of time he'd had the mask on.

"I try to help them and I get shot at?" he asked himself angrily "And who the hell was that chick anyway? What was her deal?" Peter rubbed his stinging eyes, only now realizing how much energy he'd spent on the fight and the escape. Standing up and pulling the mask back on he decided to go home and get some sleep. Before setting out on his journey he reloaded his web-shooters and prepared to swing back in the direction of Queens before realizing that he had to go back and get his party suit.

"Oh fuck me!" he hissed, tensing his muscles before turning around and heading back to the alley he'd left the suit in.

Peter closed the door as quietly as he could, walking into the kitchen just in time to see his Aunt May slide a stack of papers behind a clay urn in a display cupboard. Curiosity gripped Peter as he wanted to find out what they were but he could tell from the way his Aunt was hiding them she didn't want him to see what they were.

"Hey Aunt May" he said loudly, grabbing a glass from the washboard and filling it up with water. The old woman gasped loudly, whirling around and scowling at her nephew irritably.

"Don't scare me like that Peter, you'll give me a heart attack one of these days you know" she scolded.

"No I won't, you're a tough old girl" Peter chuckled, gulping down the water before refilling it immediately afterwards "Wow, I'm thirsty"

"They didn't serve refreshments at the party?" May asked.

"They did, but it was mostly alcohol with a few drinks of Schweppes lemonade" Peter answered.

"That's still alcoholic thought" May commented.

"I know" Peter nodded, gulping down the cold water and getting a third glass "I didn't drink much while I was there as you can guess"

"Indeed... so, did you give any more thought about dating Mrs Watson's niece?" May asked with a hopeful look in her eyes.

"No, not really" Peter said "I'm kinda tired right now from all of my hours of doing the Twist tonight Aunt May so I think I'm gonna head to bed" May nodded, turning towards the door to the hallway where the staircase was.

"Me too... I'll see you tomorrow Peter" she said, sounding heavy hearted.

"Everything alright Aunt May?" he asked, knowing full well something was wrong.

"Everything's fine Peter, don't you worry" May answered with a soft smile.

"I always do, especially when it comes to family" Peter smirked with a nod "You go and get some sleep gorgeous, we don't want you getting crows feet before your fifty fifth birthday do we?"

"I should be so lucky" May chuckled, yawning before heading up the stairs "Goodnight Peter, I love you"

"Love you too Aunt May, see you tomorrow" Peter nodded. He waited until he heard May's door close and her click off her bedroom light before going over to the urn she had put something behind. He slid it away as quietly as possible before removing a stack of letters and notices. He read through all of them and saw nothing more than mounting bills that even he knew his Aunt couldn't pay on her own.

"Oh fuck" Peter sighed, placing a hand on his head and sighing, looking at the huge electricity bill they'd, or he'd, racked up through use of all of his electronic items "We can't pay these... I'm gonna have to start selling shit... or..." Peter said, thinking back to his encounter with the woman in black.

"She probably made a killing off that jewellery heist, and if she does that often enough she's probably a millionaire" he hummed, thinking over the possibility of turning to crime "No, I couldn't... with great power comes great responsibility, and I can't get myself arrested and leave Aunt May here on her own, she'd go mad" He drummed his hand on the table anxiously, chewing his lip as he tried to think of a way to help pay for the bills without stealing things. He put the bills back into place and slid the urn back over them before going up to bed, his body tired and sore with his mind still buzzing with stress and anxiety. The Parker family was flat-out broke.

And it was up to him to solve that problem. Next Chapter: Outranked and Overpowered Estimated time remaining: 13 Hours, 31 Minutes