Hey everybody, hope you are doing well. Took some time for me to write this but I finally got another chapter done. Hope you all enjoy.

"Somethings don't change, do they?" Cap threw his shield against the ground, with deadly precision it bound off the surface and curved right into the head of a thug hiding behind cover.

"You fought the Mafia back in the 40's?" Natasha asked as she took some blind shots at the several Maggia goons.

Cap retrieved his shield and slid into cover adjacent to Widow. "No, I knew a few kids that were romanced by the crime life. Some old bullies in fact."

"Here catch." She threw him a pistol she picked off the ground.

Steve grabbed the gun and fired a few shots at the goons. "Ready?"

Natasha jumped onto Cap's shield which allowed him to boost her into the air. The assassin managed to get behind the two thugs and quickly landed a hard kick to the head on one and a right hook to another.

"So, I am guessing you always chose the role of Cop in Cops and Robbers." She grabbed the incoming punch of a bad guy and flipped him into the hood of the car.

Steve smashed his shield against the man's head, knocking him out. "You can say that."

The two heard the scream of some thugs followed by the sounds of shattering glass. Looking upwards they found two more men strung by their foot dangling out of the warehouse building. The duo made their way upstairs and found the webslinger rummaging through some file.

"Care to explain why you brought us here?" Cap asked as Spider-Man found some papers that seemed of interest.

"Oh, uh. It's my lunch break and I need some help to speed things up. Thanks for the assist."

The Avengers did not look amused.

"Right. Looks like now's not the time for jokes so I'll keep it to myself. Though this is actually much lunch break so… you know what, never mind." Spidey took some photos of the papers. "About yesterday, we should have talk about what's going on."

"I think you should go first." Steve insisted.

"Oh, I see. A little give and take. What would you like to know?"

"What were you doing yesterday at the museum?" Natasha asked first.

"I was told there was a burglary going on and came to stop it."

"It didn't look like that to me." Steve rubbed his chin. "From my point of view, it looked like you were helping the burglar get away."

"I promise that was purely coincidental."

Natasha was a little skeptical, she had done some homework on Spider-Man's brief team up with the thief and it piqued her interest. "Your history with the cat lady sure doesn't seem that way."

"Its Black Cat, and to set things straight I was caught off guard with her showing out of nowhere and then you guys trying to rip my head off. So, cut me a little slack."

"No. I don't think I will." Steve crossed his arms. "What she stole was probably of something really important to our mission."

"Ok… What is your guys' mission anyways? Because catching robbers is sorta below your pay grades I think."

"We are hunting a terrorist. We believe he is exchanging his services for anybody willing to pay him a large sum of money. The incident a few months back on the bridge was his handy work as we think he is trying to steal weaponry and sell it on the black market."

"Oh yeah, the Sable tech. I remember..." Spider-Man rubbed his chin, "by any chance that person you are looking for is named Jack Rollins?"

The two were taken by surprise. "How did you get that information?" Steve asked.

"I have connections too."

Natasha whispered something into Steve's ear, he seemed to agree before speaking. "Alright, lets all step back for a second. It seems like you already know about our target so there is no point in keep certain things confidential. Let's all come clean here and talk off record."

"I can agree to that."

"How did you know we were looking for Rollins?"

"I didn't really know you were looking for him. I just assumed based off some information I got. Been told that he's a mercenary for hire now and that he pays for whatever job get him the most money. You two wouldn't be here if this guy was high priority so I put to and two together and it appears I am correct. Which mean… The Maggia must be the ones trying to steal the Sable tech. If they get their hands' on Sable's technology I shudder that what they would do to this city."

"It looks like things just got more complicated." Steve shook his head, "What did the Black Cat steal? Why was it important?"

"She stole a flash drive. You see, apparently there are five drives each belonging to a Maggia family. They agreed to pool all their assets together so that there wouldn't be any internal conflict withing their circle. However, it looks like that's not the case anymore. An old enemy of mines, Hammerhead, is the mastermind behind all of this."

"Hammerhead?"

"If you see the guy you'll understand."

Natasha paced back and forth a few steps. "So, Hammerhead needs the drives to get power over all the other mobs, he hires a thief to steal the drives, and likely will use the money to pay Rollins."

Spidey nodded. "That seems about right to me."

"If that is the case, did you stop the Black Cat? How many more drives are left?"

Spider-Man froze for a second. "Tsss, about that. She managed to obtain all four of the drives Hammerhead needs. The good news is that I managed to convince her to not give them to Hammerhead, at least for a few days."

"You have the flash drives then?" Steve wondered.

"Unfortunately, no." Spidey sighed, "They kidnapped her father, that's the only reason why she's helping them. I hope she can stall Hammerhead long enough for me to find where her father is and rescue him."

"Great. Now we have a hostage situation."

"I think I am close. These documents here show that Hammerhead had just bought a safe that is large enough to hold a large fortune or someone important. Problem is, there is no shipping or transportation information included."

"You sure are going out of your way for this cat thief. You sure you aren't just letting your prior history cloud your better judgement." Natasha tried to pry.

"I know her, she wouldn't be doing this if Hammerhead didn't have leverage against her. And… oh crap, I got to get back to work."

"Wait were you serious about this being your lunch break."

"Yeah. Feel free to stick around and look but I got to go before I get written up. Call me if you find anything." Spidey sprang up to the ceiling and disappeared out a window.

Natasha picked up some of the scattered documents. "You believe what he told us?"

"I believe he's telling the truth; man seems like a straight shooter. How reliable his information is… that's a different story."

…

Mary Jane sat in her living room reading an email her boss had just sent her.

*Knock* Knock

"Son of a bitch!" She jumped a little which caused her to spill a little coffee on her pants. MJ looked over to her window and found Spider-Man hanging there.

She waved her finer at him "wait a minute!" going over to the kitchen she grabbed some paper towels to pat her soaked pants. Returning, she opened her window. "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"Get in before someone see you."

Peter quickly hopped inside. "I am sorry again." He took off his mask and sat in an empty chair.

"So, what happened?" MJ walked into the kitchen to grab some more paper towels.

"We'll besides seeing the living legend kick some serious butt with Black Widow, it turns out we might be trying to track down the same person."

"Jack Rollins?"

"Yeah, Cap and Widow seem to be hunting their old crew."

"Interesting, what's Rollins' motive? How does helping the Maggia benefit him besides obvious reasons such as money?" MJ rubbed her chin.

"I am not sure, I had to leave in a hurry but I should ask them the next time we meet." Peter reached for a little piece of candy on MJ's table. "So… how's everything going?" It's been a while since they had seen each other in person but he just had to come visit her even if things might still be awkward between them.

The reporter stopped for a second and realized that this was the first time they had seen each other in weeks. She didn't really know how to respond, MJ guessed they were on a good footing so they should just be able to hang out as… friends. "You know busy. Tracking this case and finishing applications to school. Things are beginning to pile. How about you? It's a surprise seeing you."

"Oh, I was in the neighborhood. Just wanted to see a friendly face." Peter tapped his fingers on his knees.

MJ raised her eyebrow. Knowing Peter all these years had made it really easy for her to see he's also lost in his own world and needed some words of comfort. "What's wrong?"

"Honestly, nothing was going wrong until yesterday. And that itself felt really wrong." Peter joked.

"Yeah. We'll seeing as how you've been married to danger for the last eight years, normal might kind of feel that way."

"You know me too well." He laughed, peering down on her table to grab another piece of chocolate when he noticed some firmware applications running on the background of her computer. "Thinking of becoming a computer scientist?"

"Oh, I ah- no this." MJ hurriedly minimized her email application. "I was, well this is just a decryption software you help me install a few years back. I was doing some detective work and you see I found this laptop and I downloaded several huge files containing Maggia related information."

"… Detective work? MJ…" Peter groaned. "You know what. Never mind, do you know what's on them?"

"I mining the data right now. The decryption is going to take a little bit, but I should be able to get through it tonight."

"Well that's a relief. Hopefully we have something that will lead us to her father. Felicia said that they may be keeping him in some kind of vault. I confirmed it this morning as I found a sales transaction for a large safe."

"Right." MJ bit her lip, but couldn't hold back her mind from speaking out loud. "I not going to say she's a lair but she sort of is. Okay. Peter, personal biases aside. I think she's lying and I think this is all a sham to make you help her steal all of Hammerhead's drives."

Peter sighed. He was on guard and ready to hear that from MJ but it still made him feel bad nonetheless. "I know. I want to believe she wouldn't stoop that low."

"You said that Black Cat told you that her father died at The Raft when she was young. Why all of a sudden is he alive and needs to be rescued?"

"I don't know. Maybe he didn't really die and was taken by the Maggia and forced to work with them and now she's trying to help him get out?" Peter made up an excuse in his head.

"Is that what she said or is that what you are hoping is true?" MJ frowned and crossed her arms.

Peter ran his hand through his hair. "I've seen the best in her, maybe a part of me wants her to be telling the truth and that she's grown a new leaf."

MJ sighed, "that's what I love about you… ahem." She faked a cough after realizing she said that out loud.

"Uh what was that?"

"Oh nothing." MJ responded. "I just said that's so you."

"Yeah, that's just me." He quickly stood up and put back on his mask. "Nice chat I got to go."

"Yeah. Sorry I am busy too." MJ lead him to the window.

"Call me if you find anything else."

"Will do partner."

With a hop he was gone.

The red head cupped her face in embarrassment and internally screamed. She stomped the ground frustrated. Going back over to her table she tried to keep herself occupied but kept reading the same email over and over again. "Symkaria…"

…

The minigun rattled the entire outdoor eating area with bullets as the large mafia grunt trailed Spider-Man.

"Friendly Fire! Friendly Fire!" Some of the Hammerhead thugs shouted as they hugged the ground praying, they wouldn't get shot.

Spidey got in close to the big guy and began to land a fury of punches into the man's face and chest. "I got to give it to you, your sumo diet must be working wonders." Just as he pulled back for the finishing blow, Black Cat smashed a chair on the goon's head and sent him in for a long nap.

"Hey! Stop stealing my bad guys!"

"You snooze, you lose. More coming Spider." Felicia jumped into the air.

Sensing danger behind him, Spidey performed a back flip and avoided a car driving his way. Several more thugs got out of the vehicle, ready to surround the duo.

"Come on guys, can't we talk this out? Woah!" Spider-Man jumped to the side as a barrage of bullets few towards him. "I guess not." He leaped off the ground and quickly shot several strands of webs, disarming the men and began engaging them in a melee. With several punches sending guys crashing into the décor.

"Mind if I join in?" Felicia threw a sock grenade at a group of thugs.

Peter caught a punch from a goon and used the moment to throw him into the ground. "Yes, yes I do!"

Felicia snuck around the remaining few thugs and with precise hits managed to take out two men in rapid succession.

"Nice hook!"

"Checking out my gear?" Felica grabbed one of the goons running at Spider-Man and flung him through building window.

"Hey, I had that one!"

"No, you didn't" She walked past him and kicked another guy trying to get off the ground in face. "Looks like there's only one left. You first Spider."

The thug looked around him and realized he was the only one standing left out of the three dozen men guarding the area. As he watched Spider-Man approach him he began to back up, "No, no, no, no, wait-!" Before he could say another word, he felt one kick then another sailing through the air and passing out on a bar counter.

"We make a great team Spider." Felica said as she jumped over the table and began sorting through a various selection of expensive wines. With not a care in the world as she sent hundred-dollar bottles crashing into the ground.

"Yeah, well don't get used to it." Spider-Man walked over to her and sat in the only chair still standing. "Did you find the vault?"

Felica finally saw a bottle that she liked and walked over to Spider-Man. Retrieving two wine glasses she looked at him as if asking did he want one.

"Yeah, I still don't drink."

She shrugged and threw the two glasses over her shoulder, with a flick of her thumb she popped open the cork and took a quick shot right out of the bottle. Leaning over the counter a little until she was only inches away from Spider-Man, teasing him to come a little closer. "Do you ever miss this?"

Peter backed away, "What- me getting shot at while you steal things."

"Tss." She took another sip out of the bottle and threw it away too. "After we broke up, I tried to go straight. Got a job that didn't involve breaking or entering. Even started wearing sweat pants on the weekends."

"Hmmm, I wondered where you went. After the argument you just left your suit at my apartment. I thought you decided to quit."

"I did, for a while. You know, tried living full time as Felicia Hardy- sales women."

Peter held back his tongue, he wanted to say something a bit impolite such as 'yeah, right" or "are you sure sales woman isn't code for con artist" but decided not to. His own personal feeling towards her had to be put aside for the moment. "Your father, is that why you're back in New York?"

Felicia walked around the counter, "I need to go deeper if I am gonna find him." She looked up a building and aimed her grappling hook at it.

Spider-Man grabbed her arm before she could detach the hook. "If I am going to help you, I need to know what's going on."

Felicia huffed, not really feeling the mood to get into details at the moment. "Maybe after he's safe we can talk about it."

"Felicia, I hope you aren't pulling a quick one on me."

Black Cat chest began to feel a little ache. After all they have been through and after how hard she had tried to be a girl he would actually like rather than a hot hookup, it appears that's the only thing that Peter had on his mind. She would be lying if that didn't hurt her. "Do you remember what you told me that night."

"There were a lot of things said that night."

"The part before you stormed out of my penthouse." Felicia leaned in closer to Spider-Man's ear. "Maybe you were right." She shot her grappling hook towards the nearest building and propelled herself upwards until she was dangling upside down facing him. "I'll call you when I need an extra pair of hands. Later sexy exy." She planted a quick kiss on the side of his mask and disappeared.

He momentarily watches her go further away before his rational returned. Peter berated himself and began swinging the opposite direction just as the police arrive.

…

"Spider-Man, Spider-Man, he can do whatever a spider can.. na na na.." Felica hummed as she got out of the bath and put on a robe. Walking out of the bathroom she stopped dead in her tracks as Spider-Man sat on her sofa holding out a handful of jewelry.

"I am a bit confused Felicia. If I remember correctly, you said that you got rid of your penthouse." He looked up at her, even with the mask on she could tell he wasn't happy.

"I mean… I GAVE some thought about it." She said, in a joking manner. Clearly trying to lighten the mood.

"Right..."

He set the stolen items on the table and got off the sofa. There was a feeling of menace as he strode over to her that made Felica feel week, and a little turned on. She back up a little bit until she felt her back hit the wall. The hero stopped a foot in front of her.

"But then where would you store all the spoils. Isn't it counterproductive to stop robbers if one of the heroes end up keeping the merchandise afterwards?"

She placed a hand on his mask and pet his cheek. "They are insured."

He groaned, angry at her diversions. "We're you just playing me this whole time?"

Felica trailed a finger down to his neck and began to slowly roll up his mask. "Of course not. Not the whole time. I tried for you, tried really hard to let the cops handle everything afterwards AND not take the good stuff… However, Spider I am just a naughty cat burglar… Are you disappointed?"

"Do you even have to ask me that?"

"I am sorry Spider. I think you just have a bad taste in women." She leaned in to give him a kiss, which Spider-Man didn't deny. Pushing her firmly on the wall, he took her hungrily into his lips.

'No Peter, no! Your letting her get away with it again.' Peter's hand slowly balled up, trying his best to regain his control. "No." He stopped her from going any further.

"Sp-" Felica felt him pin her onto the wall with his hand.

"Don't Spider me. That's all you care about isn't it. I am Spider-Man the guy that can keep up with Black Cat. The person that gives her a rise, and puts some excitement into her life. Why can't you just be selfless for once!"

"I tried!" Felicia burst out loud. "Do you know how much I tried to be the person you want me to be! Give up stealing, get a normal job, go out to the movies, help out at F.E.A.S.T. blah, blah, blah, blah Peter! I am just me; I can't be your stupid Mary Jane."

Peter let go of her and stepped back to give them some space. "Is that how you really feel?"

"Yes! That's how I feel. Why do I want to spend half my waking time pretending to be someone else when I feel most alive doing what I want?"

"That's not what I ..."

"Stop." Felicia didn't want to hear it. "Well it sure felt like it."

The two stood in silence for a moment, both thinking about the words they have exchanged. Neither of them wanting to buckle but they both knew that there was some truth in each other's grievances. The assertiveness Peter showed at that moment threw Black Cat's sense off, her body was telling her to act upon it but her mind was worried. She cursed herself for being a hedonist.

"Come on Spider." She held out her hands, "let's just cuddle and talk about this in morning."

Spider-Man moved an inch forward. So close to giving in to again, he wanted to believe she still wanted to change. He didn't realize that's his actions where making Felicia feel like a super powered Mary Jane replacement. Peter truly believed that he was showing her a better path, that with great power comes great responsibility, and that there is fun to be had doing good. Sighing, Spider-Man adjusted his mask back in place and walked over to her balcony.

"You're a natural hero Felica. I loved you because deep inside I know you want to do good."

The platinum haired woman shook her head. "I can't be as good as you want me Spider."

"I think you just want to keep telling yourself that. It's not about helping people that makes you a hero Felicia. It's knowing you don't have to but choosing to anyways."

Felicia looked down at the floor and breathed. Her whole life she had done things alone with no one to judge her or challenge the way she saw the world. Now for the first time someone as good as Spider-Man wanted to help her find another purpose in life she had to ruin it. The feeling of shame begins to creep deep within her core. "I am s-"

"Return all of it tomorrow." He interrupted her.

"All of what?"

"Everything." Peter jumped off the ledge and began to swing away. "I'll be back tomorrow night to turn you in if you don't."

…Peter felt something poking the side of his lip. "What the- hey, stop that."

Wanda pulled back; it seemed like poking him with a Dorito finally got his attention. "What's going on in your head right now?"

"Huh? Nothing's going on I am, you know, listening being attentive."

"Right… I don't believe you." Wanda took a bite out the chip, the crunch made Peter wince. "I haven't said a word in the last five minutes."

Peter gulped; he was thinking about his breakup with Felicia that it had made him totally lose attention to what Wanda was saying. "Well, you know I am just processing what you said."

"Come on Pete, you can tell me. You look uh, what's that word- disgrut?"

He chuckled at her, still finding the way she mispronounces words to be adorable. "I think the word you are looking for is distraught."

"Yes, distraught."

Peter sighed, not knowing if telling her about the Felicia situation was going cause her to get worried or upset. "Honesty, I am not sure what to say…" He mouthed to himself.

"What was that?" Wanda couldn't make out if he was telling her something or not.

"So, look, don't – promise to not go apoplectic on me, will you?"

She gave him a very confused expression. "A-po-p-pletick? I don't even know what that means."

"Angry, mad, furious."

Wanda squinted at him; her stare sent a chill down his spine. "Should I be?" She said in a joking manner, but it sounded more like a 'don't piss me off' kind of threat.

"Maxi, yesterday I had a run in with Cap and Black Widow."

The Sokovian raised her eyebrow and opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She had to take a second to find her words. "Why? What where they doing? Oh no, did they find out you are Spider-Man?"

"No, no, no, no. Not that, Ah- *sigh* so, you know how my world is. There is always some bad guy doing something, turns out some gangsters that I usually get into brawls with they -I guess there isn't an easy way to say this, kidnapped my ex-girlfriend's dad so I am trying to help her… and it seems like someone Cap and Widow are trying to hunt down may be helping these kidnappers." Peter could see Wanda flinch when he mentioned helping Felicia, if the reaction wasn't of annoyance it was probably of disappointment. Peter could tell she wasn't pleased. He wasn't doing anything shady behind her back, but it felt like that none the less.

The Scarlet Witch did her best to hide her emotions but her gut cringed at the thought of Peter helping his ex. She's had every right to feel livid if not betrayed, "Why didn't you just tell me?" Wanda knew it was just her jealous and protective side coming out. She broke eye contact with him and stared emptily at the floor, she needed to calm herself down and let the rational part of her mind talk hold. 'Be an adult here.' She told herself.

Peter reached out and touched Wanda's hand. He wanted to reassure her that this was purely to help his ex and that he wasn't just making up stories.

She knew Peter wouldn't cheat on her but she felt conflicted that maybe him helping Felicia was for more than altruistic reasons. "Please be honest with me. I can see it that you still have feelings for her."

Suddenly, she felt him grip her hand harder. It wasn't in an aggressive way, but more of a jerk reaction. It might have been just been an accidental reflex for Peter but Wanda could tell right away whatever he was going to say may not completely be the truth.

"Feelings? That's a bit of an overstatement. I am with you and I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize what we have. It's just… she and I have a complicated pass… and and you probably don't want to hear me say some lame excuse but I truly am doing this to help her father."

"Why didn't you just tell me?" Wanda repeated.

"It was bad on my part I admit I should have said something earlier. But the timing was just too weird and-Ah shit!" Peter ran a hand through his hair frustratingly. "Damn it, yeah I totally fucked up."

The Sokovian was taken back, she wasn't used to Peter cursing. She pulled her hand away from Peter's grasp and rubbed her forehead. "I am not mad."

"Yes, you are. I know I would be."

Wanda took a deep breath and scooted closer to him. "I do want to hear you out, I am your girlfriend, I want to be there for you. I am I am not going to lie; I am not happy right now but I believe you are doing the right thing. Please don't be afraid to tell me your feelings, because I don't want us to hide anything from each other anymore. Will you do that Peter?"

He reached out and hugged her warningly, he was touched by her words and it made him glad that he was with such an amazing woman. "I swear there isn't anything more between me and her."

The brunette nodded into his shoulder. "I trust you Peter." She let the moment sink in for a bit longer before like a switch of a button Wanda put on a happy face and gave Peter a kiss. "I am not letting you go anywhere tonight. Just worry about me, the bed and pizza tonight. Okay?"

Peter smirked and nodded his head. "Will it be in that exact order?"

…

Walter Hardy sat bound to the chair, the dusty bag over his head smelled like dirt and it made it hard for him to breath properly. He recalled his past week of captivity being quick but torturous. Fading in an out of sleep when the thugs needed him to be quiet with drugs or awake when they had to force feed him with a tube. There was a clanking noise in front of him, it sounded like the spinning of a giant lock.

"Keep the guard rotation tight. I want to make sure there is enough fire power out there to make Iron Man blush- ah damn tiny door." The booming voice said as it entered.

"Sorry, it was the biggest one we could find."

"Yeah, whatever. Get my chopper ready, this will be quick."

Walter felt the shadow of the giant mobster hover over him. "I know that voice, you may be older but you still have that squeak in your Rs Joseph."

"Hey! Look at you Cats, good to know old age hasn't soften some of your skills. Also, it's Hammerhead now." He cracked his knuckles. "Hmmm." Without warning he sent a mean right hook into Walter's face. "Count yourself lucky there, I am being more lenient since I am a big fan."

The older man coughed up some blood from the rip in his inner cheek. "You can just kill me now; I am not going to do what you ask me. I refused to join the Maggia twenty years ago, I won't do it now."

"And I admire that old man, see people like you and me stick to an old school code. That deserves respect."

"Kidnapping and killing people don't deserve my respect."

"Ah, get off your moral high horse. We're both criminals at the end of the day." Hammerhead took off the bag covering Walter's head. "Besides who needs an old cat when you can get a new one."

Walter looked at the Don with confusion, but felt his blood boil when he finally realized what he meant. "No. no. no. You stay away from her!"

"Looks like I hit a soft spot Rollins."

Walter peered the side of Hammerhead where another man stood only to be met with another teeth crunching punch to the face. The mob boss then wiped the blood covering his knuckles onto Walter's shirt.

"You though you got away with your little magic trick at The Raft. I'd hate to break it to you but you're not as clever as you think." Hammerhead took some tape and covered Walter's mouth. "Took some time to track you but here we are, and you know what happens with you cross the Maggia. The punishment runs blood deep." Hammerhead was met with the grunts of a muffled old man as he turned over to Rollins. "Do as you are hired. When I get the last drive, I want no loose ends. Then you will get your money."

Rollins held out a detonator for the boss. "Just make sure you have it in cash."

"I am a gangster, not a con man. We're in a mutual business, you don't fuck with me and I don't fuck with you." He patted the Hydra agent on the back and walked out of the vault. "Just get the job done."

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