Disclaimer: Spider-Man and all characters related are property of Stan Lee and Marvel Enterprises. Kim Possible and al related characters are properties of Disney.

EPILOGUE: GIFTS AND CURSES

"God, I hurt …" Felicia groaned as she opened her eyes to stare up at the hospital ceiling. "That's an unfamiliar ceiling …"

"How are you feeling?" Felicia recognized the voice beside her.

"Kim?" She blinked, slowly turning her sore neck toward the girl. "Here to gloat about my royal ass kicking?" She then noticed Kim was dressed in a black dress. "Who died?"

"My father," Kim stated with slit eyes, getting a slight bit of pleasure from seeing Felicia flinch.

"Sorry …" She said honestly, "Seriously, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you about what you did." Kim said with ice in her emerald eyes.

Felicia's battered form deflated even more. "Don't want to talk about it."

"You hurt Ron, Felicia," Kim stated coldly, "You cut him straight through to the heart."

"I … I know …"Felicia responded softly.

"I know how that feels," Kim sighed, earning a surprised look from Felicia. "I've hurt him more and probably deeper than you have. That's why I'm giving you a second chance. Do with it what you will. You can go back to being the Black Cat or you can clean yourself up. It's up to you. No one but us know about you being Black Cat."

"Kim … did he tell you … anything else?" Felicia asked curiously, "About how he found out about me?"

Kim blinked; he hadn't said a word about how he found out about Felicia. "No …"

"Oh … that's funny." Felicia giggled before groaning in pain, "Damn, I hate getting hurt …"

"What's so funny?" Kim asked unamused.

Felicia looked at Kim for a moment in mental debate before sighing and closing her eyes, "Nothing really, Kimmie. Just … he's got quite a web spun."

"I'll talk to you later about that …" Kim narrowed her eyes before standing to her feet. "Now, I have to go to the funeral …"

"Kim, I really am sorry about you losing your dad," Felicia stated sincerely. "I've … been there myself."

"Thanks," Kim gave a sad smile, "We'll talk later." She said again as she walked out of the room.

"No, we won't." Felicia grinned, pulling out her IV.

Kim and Mrs. Possible both dropped a red rose into the open grave after the casket was lowered into the ground before returning to stand by the devastated twins and Ron and Mrs. Stoppable.

"I … I don't know what we're going to do …" Mrs. Possible said softly. "James … he left us in so much debt … we're probably going to lose the house … I'm not sure what we can do …"

Before Kim could say anything, Mrs. Stoppable spoke up.

"I have a suggestion," she said, placing a hand on the elder redhead's shoulder. "Ronald's about to move to Upperton, and I believe Kim's starting college up there too right?" The blond headed woman asked. Mrs. Possible nodded. "Good, then it's settled; you and the boys are moving in with me. I'm really not thrilled with having that big house all to myself, and you wouldn't want me to be lonely, would you?"

"What do you say, boys?" Mrs. Possible asked her two sons, who nodded enthusiastically.

"Great, we'll talk more about it later," Mrs. Stoppable stated before turning to see Ron approaching his father's grave.

"I'm going to go talk to Ron," Kim said softly as she left the group to approach the solitary Stoppable.

"He'd be proud of you," Ron heard Kim approaching from behind. "I know because I am. You grew up into an upright, standup guy, Ron," Kim smiled sadly at her best friend.

"Thanks, KP …" Ron nodded.

"Look, Ron," Kim said, hugging herself uncomfortably. "I … I'm not going to tell you what to do. I'm not sure what I even want you to do, anyway … a part of me wants you back as my partner … but another part … I don't know if I can fight with you anymore, Ron …" Kim said, avoiding Ron's curious eyes.

"I … I saw my father die, Ron," Kim whispered, "I … I … I watched him die … Ron, if something happened to you on a mission … if I lost you like that … God, Ron, I'd die, right there, I'd wouldn't be able to go. I love you far too much to lose you!" she confessed tearfully.

"Kim …" Ron breathed as Kim buried her face into his chest. "I …"

Kim belongs to the words of a song.
I try to be strong for her, try not to be wrong for her.

At that moment, I wanted to tell her just how much she really meant to me … how much I treasured her friendship … how much I would always love her…

"Kim, I'll always … I'll always …" Ron whispered, pushing her away gently, "I'll always be your best friend …"

But she will not wait for me anymore, anymore.
Why did I say all those things before? I was sure.

"Just … my best friend?" Kim said softly, almost heartbroken.

"It's … all I can give." Ron apologized before turning his back and starting to walk away as police sirens sounded.

But, my life is no longer my own

(She is the one), but I have a purpose,
(she is the one), and I have to fight this,
(she is the one), a villain I can't knock down.

Ron stood over Middleton in costume with his mask held tight in his grasp. He saw the police cars chasing a sports car down Main Street.

Spider-Man pulled on his mask and leapt into the air, firing a webline to swing after them.

I see your face with every punch I take,
and every bone I break, it's all for you.
And my worst pains are words I cannot say
still I will always fight on for you.

As much as I love KP, this is who I am. This is what I do.

Spider-Man danced through the air from webline to webline as he finally caught up to the high speed chase.

Kim's alive in the bright Middleton sky,
the city lights shine for her, above them I cry for her.

Spider-Man passed up the squad cars and landed on the trunk of the sports car, "Hey, guys! Can I get a lift?"

"It's the Spider!" One of the bank robbers cried out as the Webslinger kicked out the back glass.

Spider-Man ducked down, barely dodging a gunshot past his head. "Hey, you could put an eye out with that!"

Everything's small on the ground below, down below.
What if I fall, then where would I go, would she know?

Spider-Man jerked the three passengers out and threw them back into large webs along the streets. "Hey, you played Grand Theft Auto 3, didn't ya?" Spider-Man asked, crawling along the top of the car, using his spider-sense to dodge gunshots.

(She is the one), all that I wanted,
(she is the one), and I will be haunted,
(she is the one), this gift is my curse for now.

With Great Power will always come Great Responsibility

"If you had, you'd know what this means," Spider-Man said, pounding on the door before pulling it open and jerking the thief out of the driver's seat.

He threw the man over his shoulder and webbed up the tires causing the car to come to a sudden stop, throwing him with the man into the air.

I see your face with every punch I take,
and every bone I break, it's all for you.

This is my Gift.

Spider-Man fired a webline and swung around a light pole, landing in a crouch on top.

And my worst pains are words I cannot say

Still I will always fight on for you.

He began cocooning the thug, and then lowered him from the light pole by a webline. "Been nice hanging with you, pal!" Spider-Man said as the cops approached. "But, I've gotta jet; take it easy!"

This is my Curse.

Spider-Man swung into the air, ignoring the Police's calls for him to freeze. He enjoyed every second in the air, swinging from line to line, heading toward the next disturbance.

Who am I?

Fight on for you …

I'm Spider-Man.