The Amazing Spiderwoman *Spiderman Fanfiction*

Dr. Stacey's plan Pt. 3 Last Hope

"I'll get the Rinaldi, you... Distract her!" I told Peter. I climbed up, as Stacey threw another tank of nitrogen at me. I jumped off, as Peter got on the other side of the same poll, making Stacey throw the nitrogen there too. I fell I the ground, and Stacey ignored Peter, walking over to me. I webbed one of the canisters of liquid nitrogen, attaching it to the ground before he grabbed me with one of her vines, choking me, but only slightly. She grabbed onto my wrists and squeezed them tightly, making them break. I screamed but it was muffled from the vine around my neck. Another arm and hand grew out of her chest, and took my mask off. I screamed again as looked over at Peter as he was being held back by her tail.

"Poor Paisley Palmer. No mother. No father. No Aunt. And now, no boyfriend." She said as she tightened his grip on Peter's neck. "You forgot something." I heard. "She does have a cop!" Uncle Bennett said, shooting a nitrogen tank as Peter webbed it, throwing it at me. I grabbed it, spraying it in her face. She screamed as her grip on me loosened. I wiggled out of it as Peter did, I sprayed the nitrogen on her as my Uncle shot at him. "Detonation at T- minus 25 seconds." Peter ran up to me. "Her I'll take this. You just stop the device alright?!" I nodded and started to run towards he device. "Hey! Here! It's from Peter." Uncle said. I nodded, "Thank you." I heard the count down start as I started climbing as fast as I could. I got onto the platform and saw Stacey climbing up. "5...4..." I got the antidote ready. I took out the poison. "...3...2..." I threw it away and put in the antidote, just as she grabbed my leg, pulling me down as I grabbed onto the platform with one hand. "...1" I smiled as the antidote was launched into the air.

I looked down and saw as human finally entered Stacey's eyes, she fell off, and I jumped back on. The platform started falling. "Crabs crabs crabs!" I sad jumping off, but I miscalculated as I started falling towards the ground. Only to be caught, by Stacey herself. She held on with both hands, puling me up as her right one started decaying. She got me on the roof, saying only 4 words. "Spider-Man... the cop." My eyes widened. I ran over to them, checking Peter's pulse, he was fine. I checked on my Uncle. His pulse was faltering. "I think I can save him. I got him to the hospital in the nick of time. I got back to Peter, who was still passed out. "Peter! Peter! Wake up! Wake up come on!" He gasped,waking up, looking around. He relaxed when he remembered. "Dang. Aunt may is gonna kill me for being late. Hey where's your Uncle?!" "He's fine. He'll be fine. You don't need to worry." He tried to get up, but fell, grabbing his arm. "Oh my gosh. Is your arm ok?" "Yeah it's just-" "shut up." I felt his arm, feeling 5 breaks in different places all over his arm. "No. No don't sorry about it. I'll be fine. It's fine-" "No! It's not! It's not fine! You need serious medical help and it's because of me! I told you I work alone and you just kept prying! This is why I told you that repeatedly! I don't want anyone getting hurt because of me!" I said getting up and crossing my arms. "Paisley. I don't care if I get a little banged up from time to time. I mean I probably woulda gotten the same thing from like the Wrecking Crew tomorrow. So don't you dare detach yourself from me. Alright?" I heard him struggling to get up. "We work alone. Okay?" He said from behind me, handing my my mask. I nodded, looking at it. This is what I chose. A life of danger and saving lives. It doesn't necessarily mean that I have to go all Batman and be unattached. Like Peter said, we work alone.

I took Peter home, watching as his Aunt reacted to how beat up we were. "Oh dear lord!" She said helping him. "What happened to you two?!" He chuckled. "Well we were in the upper half of Brooklyn you know, where SIFA is and, well, I'll leave the rest to imagination can I stay the night here? My Uncle's in the hospital." "Oh sure sweetheart! C'mon." We helped Peter to the couch, elevating his arm that was in a cast. "I never know why he picks these fights with people." She said looking at him. "Sorry it was my fault. He was only protecting me." I told her. "Oh it's fine dear. As long as he's fighting or a good cause." I nodded. "Well. I ought to go to bed. Aerobics class tomorrow!" She said simply. I nodded and lied next to a sleeping Peter. Smiling, I took out my phone, going to my voicemails, opening the one I never thought I would. "Hi Paisley. I know that you've been feeling down for a while. And I guess I'm partly because of it. Look, I'm sorry for what I said. We both said stupid things and it wasn't fair for me to loose my temper like that. Please come back home. This was your Aunt, I love you sweetheart." The phone beeped as happy tears welled up in my eyes. "What's wrong?!" I heard a tired Peter say. "Nothing's wrong Peter. Nothing at all."