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  Peter Parker's life had taken a turn for the extraordinary a few months ago when he was bitten by a radioactive spider. Sihen, his world had been filled with the chaotice of high school, crime-fighting, and navigating the intricacies of his newly acquired powers.

  He initially tried to earn some money by participating in underground wrestling matches. Peter thought he could make a quick buck with his newfound strength and agility. The pn seemed foolproof until he found himself standing face-to-face with a muscle-bound oppo who looked like he could crush Peter with one hand. Yet, Peter's spider-like reflexes and agility turhe fight in his favor, earning him a modest amount of cash.

  But the exhiration of easy money was short-lived. His personal life, already a mess, only grew more plicated. His retionship with Mary Jason never seemed to improve. Every time he tried to talk to her, it ended up being more awkward tha.

  "Hey, MJ," he started one day after school, only for her to interrupt.

  "Peter, I'm really busy right now," she said, barely looking up from her phone. " we talk ter?"

  "Yeah, sure," Peter mumbled, watg her walk away. "Later."

  Then came the day that ged his life forever – the day his Uncle Ben died. Peter had been using his powers for petty gain, ing the responsibility that came with them. When Uncle Ben was shot by a thief Peter could have stopped, the weight of his irresponsibility hit him like a freight train.

  He repyed the st versation he had with Uncle Ben in his head over and over. "With great power, there must also e great responsibility," Uncle Ben had said, words that would hauer forever.

  Aunt May, oher hand, ilr of strength. She never bmed anyone, although Peter could see the pain in her eyes. She tried to keep a brave face, always f him despite her pain. "Peter, your uncle loved you very much. He'd want you to move forward, to do good," she often said, her voice calm but eyes wet with uears.

  Despite her strength, Peter knew she was struggling. The bills piled up, and he could see the toll it was taking on her. Peter felt a burnio help her, to make things right.

  In the depths of his grief and guilt, Peter dohe mask of Spider-Man, vowing to use his powers food. The streets of New York became his sed home as he swuween skyscrapers, foiling muggings, stopping carjags, and taking dowy criminals. His reputation grew, and so did the plexity of his double life.

  One night, after a particurly grueling fight with a gang that had been terrorizing a neighborhood, Peter limped back to his small, cluttered room, his suit torn and bruises blossoming on his skin. He colpsed on his bed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him.

  "Maybe I should have just stuck with the wrestling," he muttered to himself, wing as he shifted to a more fortable position. His thoughts drifted baary Jane as he started to drift off. He missed the simplicity of their old friendship, before his life became a whirlwind of danger as…

  It was anht, aer was about to return home when he saw a shadow jumping from rooftop to rooftop. His seold him something was wrong. Trusting his instincts, which had saved him time after time, he followed.

  Swinging silently through the shadows, Peter focused on the figure ahead. His mind raced with the possible sarios - was it a new vilin? An ally? Or just someone in trouble? As he closed the distance, he saw the figure more clearly - a slender form, moving with the grace of a seasoned acrobat. A hood cealed the face, and the outfit was dark, blending seamlessly with the night.

  Peter's eyes narrowed behind his mask. "Great, another masked viginte. Just what this city needs," he muttered under his breath. "Wait, why did I say another?" As he watched, the figure slipped into an open window, disappearing into the building.

  Landing quietly on the rooftop, Peter crouched by the window, peering ihe figure moved with purpose, rummaging through the room. Peter's spider-seingled more intensely, signaling crime or was he just making them up? He leapt inside, nding lightly on his feet.

  "Hey there, an-wannabe," Peter quipped, "This isn't the best neighborhood for a te-night shopping spree."

  The figure froze, then turned slowly. Though the face was covered, the eyes were visible - sharp, calg. "Spider-Man," the voice was female, edged with annoyance. "Why am I not surprised?"

  "Aw, you know me. Always stig my nose where it doesn't belong," Peter shot back, keeping his tone light but his muscles tense, ready for anything.

  The woman sighed, "I don't have time for this."

  Peter tilted his head, "Stealing isly a time-sensitive activity, is it? Or are you on a tight schedule to feolen goods?"

  She moved suddenly, throwing a small smoke bomb to the ground. The room filled with thick smoke, obsg Peter's vision. He coughed, waving his hand in front of his face. "Really? Smoke bombs? How cliché."

  When the smoke cleared, she was gone. Peter cursed under his breath, sing the room. A quick search revealed she hadn't taken anything valuable, just a few dots. His spider-seingled again, as he focused on the footsteps of the thief.

  He leaped back out the window, sing the rooftops. There she was, running with the agility of a professional thief. Peter swung after her, his mind rag. "Who is she? And what does she want with those dots?"

  Catg up to her, he shot a web at her feet, pullio a stop. She stumbled but quickly recovered, turning to face him. "Persistent, aren't you?"

  Peter grinned behind his mask, "You have no idea."

  They squared off, cirg each other. Peter didn't feel the malice of a criminal from the thief, but he couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this than a simple burgry. "Why are you doing this?" he asked, trying a different approach. "What's so important about those dots?"

  She hesitated, just for a moment, before replying, "They're not what you think. This guy I'm stealing from? He's not i. He deserves worse than having a feers stolen."

  Peter's eyes narrowed, "And who gets to decide that? You?"

  She didn't answer, instead she threunch. Peter dodged easily, tering with a web shot that ed around her arm. She pulled hard, yanking him off bance. As he stumbled, she broke free, nding a kick to his midse that sent him sprawling.

  Gritting his teeth, Peter got back to his feet. "Okay, no more Mr. Nice Spider." He lu her, moving faster than she could react, and pinned her to the ground. "Yoing to expihing, right now."

  She struggled but couldn't break his grip. "Fine," she spat, "His name is Harold Givens. On the surface, he looks like an i businessman. But he's been traffig people, kids mostly. Those dots have proof."

  Peter's grip loosened slightly. "You're serious?"

  She nodded, her eyes hard. "Dead serious. Now let me go, I o get these to someone who do something about it."

  Peter released her, standing up. "Alright, but I'm ing with you. If what you're saying is true, you shouldn't be doing this alone."

  She hesitated, then nodded. "Fine. But no funny business, Spider-Man."

  Peter held up his hands. "Scout's honor."

  As they moved together across the rooftops, Peter couldn't help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie. Whoever this woman was, she was clearly skilled aermined. And as much as he hated to admit it, he respected that.

  "By the way," he said as they ran, "What's your name?"

  She g him, her eyes unreadable. "Call me Nojiko."

  Peter nodded. "Alright, Nojiko. Let's go take down a bad guy."

  Nami took the lead, gracefully leaping from one rooftop to another. Her pn was to steal the dots and deliver them to Nero, but Spider-Man's ued persistenplicated things. She couldn't risk revealing her e to Nero.

  "Are we there yet?" Spider-Man asked, his voice ced with impatience.

  "Patience, bug boy," Nami replied, not b to look back. "Or do spiders get antsy too?"

  Peter rolled his eyes beh the mask. "You're really good at this cat-and-mouse game, you know that?"

  Nami smirked. "es with the territory. Now, try to keep up."

  Peter sighed dramatically. "Oh, don't mind me. Just a friendly neighborhood Spider-Maing his cardio in."

  She chuckled. "You're more persistent than most. I'll give you that."

  "I aim to please," he quipped, flipping over her as they approached a narrow alley. "So, do you do this often? Steal important-looking dots and run across rooftops?"

  Nami smirked, sidestepping his attempt to pin her down with a web shot. "A girl has to have hobbies."

  "Right, hobbies," Peter echoed, ndio her as she paused on a rooftop. "Mine include sce, photography, and stopping criminals. Yours?"

  "Art, navigation, and liberating things from bad people," she replied smoothly.

  Peter's curiosity iqued. "Bad people, huh? Who exactly is this Givens?"

  Nami's eyes flickered with annoyarust me, Spidey, the less you know, the better."

  Peter rolled his eyes. "Cssic. Okay, mystery girl, what's your pn now?"

  Nami paused, sing the horizon. "I o get these to someone who actually use them to make a difference."

  "And that someone is?" Peter pressed, trying to read her iions.

  She gave him a sly smile. "A friend. That's all you o know."

  Peter sighed, sensing he wouldn't get more out of her. "Fine. Lead the way, but if this friend of yours is shady, we're going to have a problem."

  Nami nodded, appreciating his determination. "Fair enough. Just be quiet and keep following."

  "By the way, what's with the outfit?" Peter asked, gng at her dark, stealthy attire. "Got a o go with it?"

  She hesitated, then decided on a partial truth. "Call me Cat Burgr."

  "Well, Cat Burgr Nojiko, I'm Spider-Man, but you call me Spidey," he said, extending a hand as they nded on another rooftop.

  Nami shook it briefly, amused by his attempt at civility. "o meet you, Spidey."

  They approached a nondescript building oskirts of the city. Nami gestured for him to wait outside. "I o go in alone."

  Peter frowned. "That's not happening. If this pce is dangerous, I'm not letting you go in without backup."

  She sighed, clearly frustrated. "You're stubborn, aren't you?"

  He grinned behind his mask. "You have no idea."

  Nami relented. "Fine. But stay out of sight a me do the talking."

  Nami arrived at St. Sakura's Mercy, her footsteps eg in the dimly lit corridor. She kept her expressioral as she approached the entrance, where Sokka was seated, whittling a piece of wood with his bde. Nero had told them they could tact each other in a pinch, as long as they acted like they weren't close. Nero also mentioned bringing Spider-Man to Sakura sooner rather than ter, as he would need free medical attention. Nami decided to hit two birds with oone. Now, she only o act like she wasn't friends with Sakura and Sokka.

  Nami gave a casual nod. "Hey, Sokka. Guard duty again?"

  Sokka grinned, "You know it. Keeps me out of trouble." He paused, notig Spider-Man beside her. "Who's the new guy? Aray you picked up?"

  Peter rolled his eyes under his mask. "o meet you too."

  "Don't mind him," Nami interjected. "Spider-Man, this is Sokka. Sokka, Spider-Man."

  Sokka raised an eyebrow. "Spider-Man, huh? So do you, like, talk to spiders or something?"

  Peter chuckled. "ly. Just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man."

  Sokka smirked. "Well, wele to the weirdest neighborhood you've ever seen."

  Nami turo Peter. "We o get inside. Sakura's expeg us."

  Peter's eyes narrowed slightly behind his mask. "You sure about this pce? It looks... abandoned."

  Sokka ughed. "Yeah, it does. But trust me, it's anything but."

  Nami led Peter inside, keeping her pace brisk. The hallened up inte room where Sakura was busy tending to a patient. She gnced up, her eyes narrowing as she saw Peter.

  "Another one, Cat Burgr?" Sakura asked, her voice tinged with exasperation.

  Nami shrugged. "Couldn't leave him out there. He needs our help."

  Peter looked around, feeling out of pce. "Uh, hi. I'm Spider-Man."

  Sakura sighed, wiping her hands on a towel. "Sakura. o meet you. Now, what's the problem?"

  Peter hesitated seeing there atient i wasn’t prime time to talk about a kidnapper. "I, uh, got into a fight. Could use some patg up."

  Sakura nodded, gesturing to a nearby chair. "Sit. I'll take a look after I am doh this."

  Nami waited for the other patient to leave. When he did, Sakura motioned Peter to sit and checked his wounds.

  "He's extra. I’m not here for him," Nami said, her voice light with amusement.

  Peter rolled his eyes. "o know I'm appreciated."

  Sakura chuckled, looking over Peter’s injuries. "So, Spider-Man, wele to my humble ic?"

  Peter winced as she pressed on a particurly sore spot. "Just your friendly neighborhood viginte in need of some TLC."

  Sakura's hands were ge firm, her touch professional. "These bruises are pretty bad. You've been busy, haven't you?"

  Peter grinned behind his mask. "You could say that. The city never sleeps, aher do the bad guys."

  Nami leaned against the wall, watg the iion with i. "He followed me here, Sakura. Thought he could help."

  "Seems like you’ve got a knack for finding trouble, Spidey," Sakura ented, grabbing some aic.

  Peter shrugged, "es with the job description. Speaking of trouble, any ce the taojiko here mentioned was you? She has some dots?"

  Nami rolled her eyes, "Sakura has some es. She send these to people that help those children."

  Sakura gave a small nod, still focused oer's injuries. "We have a work, but what kind of dots are you talking about?" she asked. Nami told her what she had found and showed the dots. Sakura was infuriated, but kept her calm, "I will send these to my friends. People who make sure these dots get to the right hands. It's not the first time we've had to deal with scum like Givens."

  Peter winced as she applied aic to a cut on his arm. "Gd to hear it. So, you're like a secret medic fintes?"

  Sakura chuckled softly, "Something like that. We do what we to help."

  Peter tried to rex as Sakura tinued her work. "So, Nojiko, how do you know these guys? And what do they get out of helping us?"

  Nami crossed her arms, leaning against the wall. "We have mutual is. Let's leave it at that."

  "Cryptic," Peter muttered. "But okay. I guess I should be grateful you're introdug me to a doctor who help. It could e in handy when I am about to bleed to death."

  Peter watched as Sakura fiending to his wounds. "Alright, I'm in. What's ?"

  Nami crossed her arms, leaning against the wall. "Sakura will make the delivery. Nothing else with us."

  Sakura finished bandaging his arm and stepped back. "For now, you rest and recover. We'll hahe rest."

  Peter looked at Nami, who gave a slight nod. "Alright. Well, I've got a city to protect so for poor Spidey."

  Nami smirked, "Just try not to get yourself killed, alright? You e to Sakura so long as you still have the st breath in you."

  Peter grinned behind his mask, "You should work on your boosting speech. But thanks for the patch-up. I'll owe you one."

  Sakura smiled, "Just doing my job. Take care out there, Spider-Man."

  Peter stood, testing his weight on his injured leg. "I'll be fihanks again."

  As he made his way to the window, Nami called out, "And Spidey?"

  He turned back, raising an eyebrow behind his mask. "Yeah?"

  She tossed him a small device. "A unicator. In case you run into any more trouble. Or if you just want to chat."

  Peter caught it, a small smile f. "Thanks, Nojiko. I'll keep that in mind."

  With that, he swung out the window, disappearing into the night. Nami watched him go, a thoughtful expression on her face.

  Sokka cpped his hands together, breaking the silence. "Well, that was exg. What's , boss?"

  Sakura shook her head, a small smile pying on her lips. ", we keep doing what we do best. Helping those who and keeping this city a little bit safer. But first, let’s deliver these dots to Big Boss."

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