Disclaimer: I don't own Spider-Man or any other Marvel characters.

Note to self: ask MJ to make me a warmer costume.

I don't know what's worse. 1, that even though I've been Spider-Man for three years I still haven't gotten it through my head that swinging through New York in the winter is really cold, or 2, that even though Mary Jane and I aren't together anymore I still have her making me costumes. I'd ask Gwen if she could do it but that'd ruin the "secret" part of my identity and I can't ask Kitty because I know for a fact she can't sew.

"I wonder who makes the X-men their costumes?" Peter said aloud as he swung through Midtown towards the Upper East Side. "I mean I know they only come in black and yellow, but I wouldn't mind a black suit that didn't try to eat me alive."

Landing on the edge of a building Peter checked his watch. "9:58pm. Luckily Aunt May is off on a church retreat, so I can spend all weekend out and about doing what I do best." Peter peered off the side of the building, looking both ways up and down the street. "Or maybe not." Peter sat down with his feet hanging off the edge. The past few weeks had been quieter than usual. Aunt May had started helping out at the neighborhood church and Peter had started getting ready to graduate. He'd decided to go to Empire State University, not just to stay close to Aunt May but so he could still be Spider-Man. But as of this moment it seemed like New York was ready to give him the night off.

"Hmm, besides that mugging earlier maybe I'll finally get a weekend off. I know it's a long shot but maybe tonight's the night I'm finally able to kick back and-" Peter was cut off by the sound of three police cruisers dashing down the street towards Times Square.

"Of course. I'm Spider-Man, and everyone knows to commit crime on Friday nights because that's when Spidey comes out to play. Just let me check... Yep always right at 10pm. Damn I knew I should have stayed in SoHo."

Leaping into the street and firing a web along a nearby building, Peter rushed after the squad cars.

I wonder who it is this time. Osborn's dead, Electro's dead, Kraven's locked up. So that leaves... Boomerang?

Swinging into Times Square Peter spotted the Friday night commotion. In front of Bank of America was 36-year-old Herman Schultz, a.k.a Shocker, cowered behind an over-turned money transport van. Even though it looked like the police had him cornered he still was able to hold them off by pushing back their squad cars with his shock gauntlets.

Swinging overhead and perching himself along a small balcony behind Shocker, Peter was able to overlook the situation from a front seat view.

"Merry Christmas Herman! You trying to get a little spending cash for the holidays?"

"You again!? Why don't you get out of here before I kill you!" Shocker yelled as he directed a shockwave towards Peter.

Thanks to his Spider-Sense Peter was able to dodge the blast just as it crumbled the piece of stone he had just stood on.

"Looks like someone got their presents early this year. Did your mom cash in all of her Christmas bonus to afford those little pea shooters?" Peter said as he jumped over another blast. This one came a little too close for comfort.

"Don't think just because you've beaten me once you can take me again. I've designed these new gauntlets to be superb bug squashers."

"Oh I'm shakin', I'm shakin'! And this will be the seventh time I've beaten' you, so I don't think a new paint job will stop my webs from insulting those gloves."

Peter fired both of his web-shooters into Shockers hands, encasing both of them in webs.

"See that"

"See this" Immediately both of his Shock goblets dissolved the webbing fluid.

"Ok. That's new. But I bet you still can't dodge a punch, Herman."

Springing into the air Peter fired a web as he started swinging towards Shocker. Raising both of his gauntlets Shocker fired a wave into the web-line, dissolving it.

"Oh boy!" Losing his swing Peter collided shoulder first onto the hood of an abandoned taxi cab. As he slowly lifted himself up from the indented hood Peter groaned under his breath, "I hate it when these guys become competent."

"You see web-head, after a little testing I found out how many Hertz your webs broke apart at. All it took next was a little programing to get my gauntlets to vibrate at the key frequency."

"Hertz? Key frequency? Sounds like someone took remedial Physics in High School." Peter said as he dusted pieces of debris from himself.

"Remedial! How dare you! I graduated from M.I.T!"

Another blast wave came careening towards Peter, this time carrying with it shards of metal and broken glass. Narrowly avoiding the bulk of it with only a few shards slicing his chest Peter sprang himself behind the cover of a nearby car

"How 'dare' I? Who talks like that? Are you taking speech classes from Doc Ock or something?" The only response Peter was met with was another blast, this one leaving a ringing in his ear. Knowing he didn't want to get hit by another one Peter leaped behind the wall of a nearby building.

Ok I'm going to have to think of a plan here.

Peter's concentration was interrupted by a series of shock waves striking his cover.

Ok! He can only fire blasts at one frequency at a time. That means he can't fry my webs while deflecting objects. So I need to throw some debris while his dealing with the webs.

Eyeing his surrounding area Peter looked for things to throw at Shocker.

No too heavy... No too light... No that might kill him... Hm that will work.

"Had enough Spider-Man? You know if you give up now I'll liquefy your brains quickly."

"While that those sound tempting, I'll have you know I still got a few tricks up my sleeve, Herman!"

God I hope this works!

Sprinting from cover Peter fired two webs onto Shockers Gantlet.

"Don't you remember your webs can't stop me now? Is your head dense or something!?" Shocker said as he vibrated the webs off of his hands.

"Is yours? Heads up Herman!"

Looking up Shocker's face was met with a cab's side-view mirror. The force of the blow shattered his protective goggles and sent him writhing in pain on the ground. Between the shrieks of pain Peter could hear Shocker swearing curses at him.

"Caution, objects might be closer than they appear. Not to say you saw that coming." Peter approached Shocker as he cried in agony. He saw four stolen briefcases laying near him. He figured that was the payout Shocker had tried to lift from the bank. "You know Herman if you were really strapped for cash you could have just asked me for help. I know about a few deals happening now. Like I hear Rikers is having a holiday sale, two prison jumpsuits for the price of one."

Peter and Herman were soon surrounded by incoming police officers. "Thanks Spidey, we can take it from here." Soon Shocker was cuffed and stuffed in the back of a cruiser.

"No problem, just doing my part. Just make sure he goes in and stays in. I think he's on the verge of a shocking nervous breakdown." Peter pointed towards the stolen money. "There's the four suitcases he tried to get away with."

"Four? The report we got said he stolen five."

Five?

Peter felt his spidey-sense go off up towards the nearby rooftops. "You guys keep your eyes open, I'll see if I can find this fifth case."

"Sure thing Spidey."

Shooting two webs Peter slingshoted himself up onto the nearby building. He landed and perched himself on the edge of the roof.

My spidey-sense is going crazy. Whoever took that briefcase is up here. Either that or I just walked into an ambush.

Stepping forward Peter spotted a black blur move from the corner of his lens. "Whoever's there come out." Peter raised his hands. "I'm armed with web shooters and I'm not afraid to use them."

The figure dashed between the roofs shadows. In between the black blur Peter could see streaks of white.

Please, please don't be Eddie. The last thing I need now is another symbiote running wild in New York.

"Hm, you've grown since I last saw you."said a female voice from the shadows.

"Since you last saw me? Who are you? Because you sound incredible attractive and that's not something I forget easily."

"Wow, you don't remember me after all this time?" From out of the shadows stepped Felicia Hardy. Besides her usually Black Cat attire she wore a white scarf, to keep warm during the cold winter months. "I'm a little insulted."

"Felicia?" Peter said with disbelief. The last time he saw here he verge of death by the hands of Elektra, Hammerhead, and the Kingpin.

Well to be honest someone's always trying to kill me.

"The one and only Felicia Hardy." She said as she spun around. "How long has it been? Two? Three years?"

"Two and a half."

"So you've been keeping track?" She said with a small smile.

"Don't flatter yourself. It's not often you forget people who puke on your costume."

"Oh yes, I never got to apologize for that. I was just a little surprised by your..."

"Age?"

"Yeah that." Felicia eyed Peter up and down from head to toe. "But it looks like you've grown up a bit since I last saw you."

Felicia was right. In the time that had passed since their last encounter Peter had grown a few inches and had put on some more weight. He now fit a more athletic build compared to a slender one he started out crime fighting with.

"Still, you're an inch or two short for a guy your age. Seventeen, right?"

"Eighteen."

"Ah!" Felicia emitted. "So the Spider is now a man. That's... Interesting."

"You asking me out on a date Felicia?"

"Hm, maybe another time." Felicia reached into the shadows and pulled out the missing briefcase from Shocker's attempted bank robbery. "First I have to take care of a few personal matters."

Peter stepped forward. "You know I can't let you leave with that case. The police are looking for it."

"Sweetie, since when did you start working for the police?"

"I don't. I just don't like when people steal from others."

"Steal from others? Hah! What makes you think this money isn't laundered? Who knows, maybe I'm taking it out of the hands of a murderous crime boss." Felicia said as she laughed to herself.

"You can either hand the case over or I can take it from you, either way you're not leaving with it."

"Sorry Love, I appreciate your attempt at being intimidating but we all know you're a softie at heart. See you around!" Felicia shouted as she crossed over to another rooftop.

Why do they always run? Not that I'm complaining about Felicia running. There's something about the way she moves. The way her body contorts. The way her costume hugs all the right- Snap out of it Parker! Nows not the time for day-dreaming. Or since it's this late would it be night-dreaming?

Shaking away the thoughts going through his head Peter followed Felicia hot in pursuit. His movement was temporary slowed by the pileup snow from yesterday's storm ,but he was able to pick up the pace by leaping from one dry spot to the next.

Great now my feet are wet, my chest is slashed, and I'm pretty sure I feel a breeze on my butt. You know how awkward it is to swing around with a hole on the back of your pants?

"You're faster than I remember Sweetie! But not fast enough!" Felicia said mid-somersault.

The next few minutes Peter chased Felicia across the roofs of downtown New York. Wherever she went he followed, wherever she jumped he landed, and wherever she ran he sprinted. But no matter how fast he went she was always a few steps ahead of him. It wasn't until she led herself into a corner that Peter finally got the upper hand.

"You see I told you that you were going to have to give me the case." Peter said as he closed in on her.

"You sure about that? Listen. Do you hear that?"

From down in an alley Peter could hear a women's scream.

"So what's it gonna be?" Felicia asked "Are you going to keep chasing me? Or are you going to save the girl."

Damn, where's Daredevil when you need him.

Peter perched himself on the side overlooking the alley. He spotted in the distance a women being assaulted.

Peter looked back towards Felicia "You stay here until I get back."

"You know I won't." Felicia said as she ran past him.

"I know."

"Just remember Spider, with great power comes-"

"great responsibility. I know, that's my line, don't rub it in."

And with that Felicia was gone, disappeared into the night.

Why is it that every time I have someone cornered there's someone in danger who needs my help? Why can't it ever be back-up? or another hero?

A few minutes and one criminal later Peter had saved the woman and was ready to continue his chase of Felicia.

"Thank you Spider-Man." The women said as she rubbed her eyes. Black mascara had flowed down her face from her crying earlier. "I don't know what my Ex would have done of you hadn't shown up."

"No need to thank me Ma'am. Just glad I could help." Felicia couldn't have gotten far. Hopefully I can catch up to her before she ditches the case.

As he aimed his web shooters and fired, only a small spray of webbing fizzled out . Trying his other shooter he found it was empty too. Looking through his belt Peter saw that he had already used up the rest of his back-up webs.

Great. Just great. Remember when you first met Felicia, Peter? You still have four more years of bad luck*./During their first encounter Black Cat cursed Peter with seven years of bad luck for crossing her path. Ultimate Spider-man #50 *

Well, I lost the case... but I did put Shocker away. So it's not like I would call this a bad night.

With that Peter sneezed, and not an allergy sneeze but an incoming Cold sneeze.

Ok now I'm calling it a bad night.

"Um, Spider-Man?" The woman said.

"Yeah?"

"On your suit, there's a hole right on your-

"I know."

I'm starting to hate the Holidays.

AN:

So yeah that was chapter 1 of my Ultimate Spider man fanfic. I hope you enjoyed it. If so leave a review, favorite, and/or follow. :)