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What If: Whence Came the Spider III By Bill Hart I am Uatu. Welcome back once again friends. As I have told you before, I am one of those beings known more simply throughout the multiverse as Watchers. We watch; it is our sole function. Watching is all that we allow ourselves to do. Anything other than that can easily lead to repercussions best left both unsaid and undescribed. From my lair on the far side of its solitary moon, I watch and observe the activities on the small blue gem of a world known as Earth to its many inhabitants. But as I have told you before, this Earth is but one world of countless many worlds occupying the same space and time within the infinity that is the multiverse. We shall soon return to our observations of young Pamela Parker, who, even in this world we now observe, was originally born Peter Parker. With its last dying bite, a massively irradiated spider not only gave young Peter its agility and proportionate strength, but her gender as well. Young Pamela soon ran afoul of J. Jonah Jameson. That she did so was simply inevitable. Even across the infinite planes of the multiverse, certain things always remain true. Another one of those universal truths is Pamela - or Peter, in most instances - taking spectacular photographs and then selling them to her biggest tormentor in order to make a living. Spider-Woman battled and defeated the Vulture. Even now, Adrian Toomes silently contemplates his revenge on Spider-Woman as he sits in his cell. He has little else to do. Her interference cost him his freedom as well as, from his standpoint, the rightful revenge he'd been planning for his crooked former partner Gregory Bestman. Even now, he is convinced he'll get even with her later, but I'm afraid that remains a tale for a later time. And then there is the young girl Fawn Thompson to consider. Aside from her parentage, we know very little about her as yet. She is a very popular girl - not too surprising a fact - about the same physical age as Pamela Parker. Everyone believes she is the cousin of Flash Thompson, which was a considerably easier story to tell people than the actual truth would have ever been. Who could - in fact, who would - have ever believed that Fawn Thompson was in reality the daughter of Pamela Parker and Flash Thompson? In addition to that, who would have ever believed just how major a role Flash really plays as a totally integrated part of Fawn's life? As it is with most worlds of the multiverse, there are others with powers that put them apart from their fellow man. That will come in its own time. As of this very moment, we must continue on with our story. We have much to learn and precious little time in which to learn what must be learned. *** "I still find it hard to believe that you actually fought that creepy old Vulture character, Mom," said Fawn, as they sat alone in her bedroom before school. "And you did it twice. There was nothing about Spider-Woman fighting the Vulture in the 'Daily Bugle', you know." "That surprises you? I'm not at all surprised nothing was said in his paper," sighed Pamela. "You know as well as I do how Jameson feels about Spider-Woman, Fawn. Despite what the police and the Vulture told all those television reporters to the contrary, old Jolly Jonah wasn't about to admit, or print for that matter, that I might have done something heroic." "He's a doddering senile old idiot with grandiose delusions of intelligence, Mom. He should be put away someplace." "I sure won't disagree with you about that, dear," agreed Pamela with a grin. "But he's still in the business of selling his newspapers. There was no physical evidence of our battle. I certainly had plenty of pictures of the Vulture to sell him, but I simply had no pictures of Spider-Woman battling him." "That's a total crock," snapped Fawn. "Surely Jameson knows that." "I'm sure he does. But since something like that doesn't fit into his narrow minded view of the world perfectly, he simply chose to ignore those facts completely." Pamela shook her head. "We've got to do something about that. If I'm going to continue taking astounding pictures for Jameson's newspaper, then I've just got to figure out some way of taking a few pictures of myself when I'm Spider-Woman." "Maybe I can help you out there, Mom," said Fawn after a moment of thought. "It shouldn't be too tough. We have the same powers." "What did you have in mind?" "You already know I have the same mesmerizing power you have." She suddenly looked a little guilty about something. "I know I should have told you this earlier, but you were so busy before. I discovered during gym class the day before yesterday that - with the probable exception of you - I'm far stronger and a lot more agile than any other person, male or female, that I know. I'm going to have to be a lot more careful in that class than I've ever been before." "You might be able to help out, particularly if we can keep your existence a secret for the time being," smiled Pamela. "There's no sense setting Jameson off any more than he already is. If he knew there were two of us in town, then he'd probably accuse us of being the vanguard of some kind of weird alien invasion." "That might prove interesting." Fawn smiled. "I think you'd have to admit that an alleged alien invasion of spider creatures from outer space would sell a lot of his newspapers, Mom." "It certainly would, Fawn," grinned Pamela. "It certainly would." There was a sudden knock on Fawn's bedroom door, just before it swung slowly open slowly. "Isn't it past time you girls were headed for school?" asked Mrs. Thompson. "I suppose so, Aunt Rosie," replied Fawn. *** In one of many janitorial supply closets in the large, assumedly secure, government installation just outside town, a gray-haired custodian was seated and tied tightly to a chair. A simple cloth gag kept him from making any noise. "Fear not, sir, they'll find you in this closet eventually," said the featureless man standing above him. "I shall have no trouble at all becoming you, my friend." He studied the bound man very carefully. "I am known as the Chameleon - you must remember that name - for I can become anyone I choose to become." Having said that, the nondescript man's face began writhing and shifting. Very soon thereafter, he had gained recognizable features. And just another moment later, the stunned custodian was looking up at his exact double. "Don't go away now, my friend," grinned the Chameleon with the janitor's own face and smile. "I certainly won't be coming back for you any time soon." Having the janitor's face - a recognizable face that nearly everyone knew worked at the installation - made the Chameleon's job just so much simpler. Even if someone foolishly challenged him, he had the badge and photo ID that he'd taken from the real custodian. It wasn't very long after leaving the janitor's closet before the Chameleon had gained complete access to the restricted area he'd targeted days before. After all, he'd spent long hours doing his homework quite carefully. He'd selected a janitor that had all the necessary clearances to enter that area he wanted to go. Once he observed the man his surveillance had identified as Dr. Clark Newton leaving one of the labs in the area, the Chameleon shifted his form once again. Now indistinguishable in appearance from the real red- haired physicist, the Chameleon entered that same lab himself. No one even bothered to look up from their work as he entered. 'The poor pathetic fools,' he thought as he walked over to the file cabinet labeled 'Top Secret'. No one noticed him doing anything unusual or out of the ordinary. 'Nothing can stop me now.' He rifled through the files taking pictures with his miniaturized camera of anything and everything that looked even the least bit interesting. Having found and copied all the information he'd come to steal, the Chameleon exited the lab with his ill-gotten booty. No one would be any the wiser until after it was far too late to do anything about it. Once he determined no one was around to observe his next change, he once again morphed into the janitor's familiar form. He was pleased with himself for his ingenuity. 'I can steal anything I want from anywhere I want to steal it. Who could ever hope to challenge me and win.' Hours later, at the end of the custodian's shift, the Chameleon simply walked out the front gate unchallenged. He and the guard at the gate exchanged friendly waves, something the Chameleon had seen them do quite often in those prior days he'd observed them. *** As they walked toward their high school, Pamela and Fawn passed by a small newsstand. Clearly, J. Jonah Jameson hadn't let up on her one little bit, not that Pamela had expected he would. Even as both girls stared at the headline, Pamela knew the extra-large bold print of the headline screaming "MENACE!" could be referring to no one other than her. As she picked up one of the papers and looked it over, Pamela began wondering why the other story on the front page couldn't have garnered just a little more attention. "JAMESON TO ORBIT EARTH" simply seemed like the far more important story to her. She also wondered if this John Jameson that was about to be sent into earth orbit was in any way related to Jolly J. Jonah Jameson. It didn't seem overly likely to Pamela. How could they possibly be related? Wouldn't he have given a relative more coverage than Spider-Woman? However, as soon as Pamela turned the paper over to check the bottom half of the page, she saw side-by-side pictures of J. Jonah and John. According to the captions beneath the pictures John was J. Jonah's son. That was a major surprise. She also quickly realized it must have been John's portrait she'd seen on his father's desk when she taken the publisher those pictures of the Vulture's capture. She'd never even met John Jameson, but there was just something about him that intrigued her. He was a handsome young man, but he was also a complication she didn't really need at the moment. "If you wanna keep reading that paper, girls, then you're going to have to buy it and move along," said the man at the newsstand. "This ain't no free library, you know. I still got my own kids to feed." "Sorry, sir," said Pamela, as she returned the paper to the rack. "We really have to hurry along to school, Fawn." "Cheap kids," muttered the newsstandman, as the girls walked away. "Always wanting something for nothing. What's got into the kids of today?" "We've really got to do something about him, Pam." "No, we don't. That guy back at the newsstand was just doing his job." "I didn't mean the newsstand guy, Mom." "Jolly Jonah is just doing his job too." "We've got to get him off your back somehow." "I agree with you there, Fawn." Pamela sighed. "You know, I don't know how all those other costumed people running around with their superhuman abilities escape the wrath of paranoid crusaders like J. Jonah Jameson. Ant-Man and Wasp sure don't have this kind of problem with the media. The Fantastic Four don't seem to have this problem either. Nobody ever gives them any flack and they always seem to have more than enough money to get whatever they want or need." "I really don't know what to tell you, Mom. Maybe you should see about joining up or just working with one or more of those groups for a while. Doing something like that just might convince Jameson you're not that bad. He'd have to cut you a little slack sooner or later." "Perhaps. I'll have to think about that for a while, Fawn." replied Pamela. However, she also knew it was actually a fairly good idea. That just couldn't be denied. She could definitely use the steady income. "I might be able to work with Ant-Man, but I think I'd have real problems trying to work with his partner the Wasp. I just don't like wasps." "Neither do I, Mom. I think they're loathsome and really icky creatures. Some of them even eat spiders." Fawn made a face of disgust just thinking about wasps. "You probably should try joining the Fantastic Four. That might be our best option. You know that they're not that much different than we are." "I'll still have to think about that for a while, Fawn. It's a big step to take," said Pamela, as she and her daughter stepped onto to the grounds of Midtown High. Pamela still wasn't entirely convinced that becoming a member of the Fantastic Four would solve any of her problems. On top of that, how many new ones would it create? *** Sprawled out in his bed, the Chameleon was quite pleased with the results of his previous day's work. Several long hours had been spent during the previous night developing the film containing so many valuable secrets. He'd definitely earned being able to sleep in late for once. The microfilm with its many secrets would easily fetch him a small fortune. He could ask just about anything he wanted on an item by item basis. And he knew he'd very likely get it. "I'll lay low for a while," whispered the Chameleon. "I'm sure there must be a few other objects around here well worth using my power to obtain them. I should make a nice tidy profit here before I need to move on." He was thoroughly convinced he could take anything he wanted from anyone he wanted to take it from at anytime he wanted to take it. "I'll make a few calls a little later." The Chameleon stretched his arms and smiled. "I'll tell them exactly what I've got. And then, I'll ask them what else they might want me to steal." *** As she sat silently in her first class of the day, Pamela's mind was off daydreaming about other things that had nothing to do with this class. It wasn't overly unusual for her to be doing something like that. She - and, not that it really mattered, Peter in his day - was a scientist at heart. And English Composition was one totally boring subject that she'd always thought she could live without. It also didn't help that her teacher, prudish Miss Belroy, never went out of her way to make anything sound more interesting. Her sole goal as a teacher seemed to be turning out people who thought exactly the same way she did. What a total bore? Even though all Pamela had ever seen of him were a couple of pictures, her mind kept drifting back to John Jameson. However, she definitely didn't want to be thinking about John Jameson. Nor did she want to think about how incredibly handsome he was. 'Why am I starting to have all these thoughts and urges already?' she asked herself. From her viewpoint, it was far too early for her to be considering what she'd begun considering. However, it was possible. She had very little practical experience from which to draw conclusions. Another missing person in town so soon after Flash might raise far too many embarrassing questions. It might also put both Fawn and her in jeopardy. On top of everything else, just the idea of getting involved in any way with the son - no matter how handsome he was - of J. Jonah Jameson was something she really didn't want to think about. To keep from thinking about John simply meant Pamela had to start thinking about someone or something else. But what? Everything was suddenly clear. Perhaps Fawn was right after all about her trying to join the Fantastic Four. Surely, they'd jump at the chance of getting her to be a member of their little group. She'd be a valuable asset. They'd also be the perfect people with which to ally herself. They wouldn't pose the distractions some of the groups might. Becoming a member of the Fantastic Four - it would certainly be renamed the Fantastic Five, once she was a full member - might very easily be the absolutely perfect solution to all her problems. Even silly old J. Jonah Jameson couldn't continue considering her a menace with the Fantastic Four standing by her side. Nor would he want to continue keeping his handsome son John and her apart. Pamela shook her head slowly. What was going on inside her head? She couldn't possibly start thinking about John again. They weren't even a couple; they'd never been a couple. She'd never even met him. If nothing else, John Jameson had become a major distraction in her life she could definitely live without. She had to continue thinking about the Fantastic Four instead of him. It would be hard. Hopefully, she would be able to get herself back under full control quickly. As Fawn had mentioned earlier, Pamela knew that the members of the Fantastic Four were not really that much different then they were. The biggest difference she could actually think of was the Four had never hidden their identities from the public. They'd gone public from day one. Pamela's wearing of a mask to conceal her true identity was one of the biggest things on which that fool J. Jonah Jameson was continually harping. The Four had also gained their powers differently. They'd been an unexpected result of being shot into space in an experimental starship designed, built, and primarily financed by Reed Richards. His old college friend Ben Grimm had been piloted the ship. Susan Storm, always worried that Reed failed to notice her, had volunteered - insisted might have been the better word - to go with them. And not to be outdone by his older sister, teenage Johnny Storm had also decided to go with them on 'their fantastic journey to the stars.' Everything that had since happened to those four intrepid travelers was a part of the public record. Everyone knew exactly who they were now as well as who each of them had been before their journey. In addition, everyone knew how the four of them had become the Fantastic Four. There were no hidden surprises or mysteries to be found in any of their histories. That was another big difference between them and the Four. Nobody knew how she'd gained her amazing spider powers. No one, other than Fawn, of course, knew who Spider-Woman really was. And Pamela intended on keeping it that way for the foreseeable future. They might understand her being empowered by the bite of a radioactive spider, but Fawn's origin, involving Flash as it did, might be a little more difficult for them to accept. If she joined them, would they make her reveal her identity to the rest of the world? She didn't like that idea a bit. Maybe she would be able to convince them to make an exception for her. Pamela's mind wandered back to the origins of the Fantastic Four. With his partial funding closed off, Reed Richards had decided to chase his boyhood dream. He'd always been determined to be the first human to travel among the stars. No bureaucracy would prevent him fulfilling his dream. His pilot, tough Ben Grimm, had been worried about the ship's shielding. It was good enough to a point, but it was going past that point that concerned Ben Grimm. Even though he'd objected to making the flight too early, Reed Richards had still convinced his old college friend Ben to be his pilot. Their unauthorized lift off went perfectly. Earth orbit was quickly achieved. Thinking of the four of them in Earth orbit made Pamela begin thinking about John Jameson again. Very soon he would be orbiting the Earth all alone. Would he be lonely up there? 'That's enough of that, girl! Concentrate!' Pamela mentally scolded herself. 'Think Fantastic Four!' However, once through the Van Allen Belts, their spaceship was caught in an unexpected stormy barrage of cosmic rays triggered by an enormous solar flare. Instead of being safe and sound within their ship, the four travelers were likewise irradiated by the intense cosmic radiation. The ship's shielding, just as Ben had feared, had proven woefully inadequate to its task of protecting them. And yet, inexplicably they didn't die from the exposure to so much radiation. Despite electrical systems burnt out and mechanical systems reduced to slag, the strength and determination of Ben Grimm managed to somehow turn the ship back towards Earth again. Ben had collapsed from the strain. However, under control of the autopilot, the small crippled ship somehow managed to crash somewhere in upstate New York. Remarkably, given that the ship was a total loss and they'd absorbed so much radiation, all four of them aboard the craft survived. One by one, the four discovered their bodies had changed. As Johnny Storm and his older sister stumbled away from the wreckage, Susan Storm abruptly vanished. In an attempt to discover where his sister had disappeared, Johnny Storm burst into flame that lit the surrounding area as if it were high noon. Within the wreckage of the ship, Ben Grimm and Reed Richards also struggled to escape. Suddenly and quite inexplicably, Ben casually tore a sprung hatch door away from its support columns. Reed had been amazed that his old college friend had lifted a ton and a half of wreckage and tossed it aside as if it were nothing. And when Reed had remembered the flight recorder, his arm - as if he'd somehow become made of rubber - had unexpectedly extended back into the debris to fetch it. They were all stunned and amazed, particularly by Ben's sudden orange skin color. After a couple of days of nearly continuous tests, Reed still had no idea what had actually happened to them. Nor had he discovered any clues about how he might reverse it. However, he had developed a theory. Somehow, the prolonged exposure to the intense cosmic rays had somehow supercharged their bodies with an incredible energy. All that energy must have triggered mutagenic alterations in their bodies, which had resulted in them gaining the incredible powers they now possessed. However, for some unknown reason, each of their powers had manifested differently? Reed Richards himself possessed a body that stretched like a giant rubber band. Susan Storm easily toggled between visibility and invisibility with a mere thought. Like the others, a single thought of Johnny Storm could turn his body into a raging inferno of fiery plasma, that would neither hurt nor consume him. Benjamin Grimm had gained the strength of several hundred men. He had also become increasing more and more orange in color as the hours kept passing by. His skin had grown harder and was nearly impenetrable. After explaining his theory, Reed had told them that they'd all have to live with these changes for the time being. There was no other course of action available to them at the present time. Eventually, he'd find a way to make them all normal once again. He'd also, as their de facto leader, convinced them that they should use their newly-gained powers for the benefit of all humanity. So was born the Fantastic Four. And it wasn't long after that new Fantastic Four defended the entire world from the attack of the Mole Man and his minions. 'I wish I'd had their press agent,' thought Pamela. They'd certainly had no trouble with press like she'd had with J. Jonah Jameson. Before she had the time to finally decide whether she should or shouldn't make an attempt at joining the Fantastic Four, the bell ending her English Comp class rang ending her daydream. *** Pamela's next class was History. She didn't enjoy that class much more than being in English Comp. It just wasn't that interesting. She, as well as several of the other members of her class, thought old lady King taught history from memory. She certainly looked old enough to have been waiting on the shore when Eric Leifweiler arrived from the Imperial Swiss Empire. The only saving grace about History was Fawn being in the class with her. It was the only class in their schedules they had together. But Fawn was out in the hall talking to Harry Osborn when Pamela arrived. She wondered if her daughter was beginning to feel the stirrings of her first cycle. She thought that Harry - his father owned and ran Osborn Industries - might be a good match for her daughter. However, it still seemed a little too early for that to be happening to Fawn. Besides, Pamela wasn't overly impressed with the idea of becoming a grandmother just yet. As she walked into the classroom, Pamela was surprised to see the television set sitting in the front of the room. Just what was it doing there? Old lady King was old-fashioned. She only showed those movies that the state required be shown for graduation credits. Those boring movies were few and far between. Whatever the reason for the set's presence was, it had to be something really important. Pamela smiled when Fawn finally entered the classroom, followed several seconds later by Harry Osborn. She wasn't too surprised when Fawn came over and sat down in the desk next to hers. She'd expected it. Pamela had also expected Harry to sit with his circle of friends, which was just what he'd done. Pamela smiled as she wondered if Harry and Fawn thought they were fooling anyone with their little innocent act. She decided a long overdue talk with her daughter was in order. Once everyone was seated, Miss King - it was so easy to believe the old woman had never married - turned on the television. It surprised Pamela - and no doubt the rest of the class - that she knew how. "Today is a special day. We're about to see history in the making, class." After the television had fully warmed up, the students in the class could see a space capsule sitting atop a rocket in the background. In the foreground was that despicable man J. Jonah Jameson. Couldn't she go anywhere anymore without being haunted by that hateful man? Standing beside him was another man wearing a space suit - at least Pamela supposed that's what it must be - and next to him was another man in a military uniform. "This is what we've all been waiting for, John," smiled J. Jonah Jameson. "I want you to make your country as proud of you as I've always been, son." "Oh brother," mumbled Fawn. "Who writes his stuff?" 'John?' thought Pamela. She immediately began paying more attention to what was going on. She soon realized this had to be live coverage of the rocket launch that would take John Jameson into Earth orbit. Pamela wished she could be there instead of sitting in class. "I'll do my very best, Dad," smiled John. Pamela couldn't help but notice what a really nice smile he had. It was such a horrible shame that John had to close his visor. It kept her from seeing his wonderful smile. Only a few minutes later, the television cameras sent out pictures of John Jameson entering the small capsule sitting atop the booster rocket. The capsule looked so terribly small and horribly cramped to Pamela. She hoped it was more comfortable inside than it looked. She also hoped the government had shielded the small craft better against cosmic radiation than the much larger Richards' spaceship had been. She simply didn't like the idea of John Jameson being transformed into another person with super-powers in a similar manner to the way the Fantastic Four had been changed. Within the following half-hour, Miss King's history class had watched the launch vehicle roar off the launch pad heading for space. Only a few minutes after the launch, the announcement that the capsule had successfully achieved Earth orbit brought several cheers from the class. And, not going unnoticed by Fawn, the announcement brought a big sigh of relief from Pamela. "That's more than enough television for one lifetime," grinned old lady King as she switched off the set. "How does it feel to have been able to watch history being made?" she asked the class. "It was amazing." "It looked really dangerous." "I want to be an astronaut just like Colonel Jameson when I grow up." "And how about you, Miss Parker? You're our resident science whiz kid," smiled Miss King. "What do you think of Mr. Jameson's remarkable feat." "I'm sure he has really nice feet, Miss King," replied Pamela without thinking about what she was saying. "How could it be otherwise? He's just so handsome he must have nice feet." The class chuckled before Pamela realized what she'd just said... aloud. "Off on Cloud 9 are we, Miss Parker?" smiled Miss King. "It seems Mr. Jameson is not the only one floating around in space right now." The class roared with laughter. Pamela blushed the brightest red that Fawn had ever seen. She also realized the rest of her day at school was bound to be one of the longest days of her entire life. How could she have possibly said something like that about John aloud? Fortunately for Pamela, the bell ending History class chose that exact moment to ring. She stayed in her seat long enough for the rest of the class to file out of the room. Some of the other girls had looked at her and smiled on their way out. "Just what were you thinking, Pam?" asked Fawn sharply, once Pamela finally exited the classroom. "Don't you remember? That guy you think is so handsome is J. Jonah Jameson's son. You can't possibly be getting serious about him." But Pamela didn't know what to tell her daughter. Although Pamela's mind was still insistent on not getting involved with John Jameson, her body seemed to have other - and clearly conflicting - ideas on that particular subject. "Already?" asked Fawn. "I wouldn't have thought you'd be entering another cycle so soon." She took a quick long around to make sure no one was around to hear her. "Since you obviously haven't yet, just how long do you think it will be before my new sister arrives, Mom," whispered Fawn with a decidedly wicked grin. "But I can't do that." "Sure you can. It should be easy," smiled Fawn. "Surely, even old Jonah wouldn't keep ragging on Spider-Woman all the time if she were one of the family." "I don't know," replied Pamela. "From what I've seen of the man I'm not too sure that would help a bit," she added. *** "Mission control," reported John Jameson from the orbiting capsule. "Do you copy? I think we have a problem up here." "We copy that, Colonel. What have you got?" "I have a flashing red light in the middle of the guidance panel," added John. "It's not possible, but that indicates that the ship has somehow lost the heart of its guidance module. I no longer have any control over the capsule." "What is it?" asked the General. "What went wrong?" "The telemetry from the capsule reports that component 24-3B is now missing, General. It's not a malfunction, sir. The unit is missing," replied the technician. "We suspect it must have broken off somehow, sir. However, the Colonel is right, sir. Something like this should have been impossible." "Go to condition red delta." "Yes, sir. At once, sir." "What about my boy, General?" asked J. Jonah Jameson worriedly. "Is he going to be all right?" Instead of answering the publisher's question, the General picked up the nearest phone and quickly made a call. "What was that, Barton?" he asked a moment later. Apparently, whoever he'd called had been expecting his call. "I see," he added after several additional minutes. After he hung up the phone, he turned to the publisher. "I'm afraid that without the missing part the orbit of the capsule with soon begin a steady degradation. The good news is it probably won't burn up as it re-enters the atmosphere. However, the increasing atmospheric drag on the outside of the capsule will also cause the orbital decay to rapidly increase. Eventually, the capsule will crash into the Earth." "No! That can't be true! You've got to do something to help him!" demanded J. Jonah Jameson. "That's my boy up there! You can't let him die!" "We haven't got much time to find a solution, gentlemen," said one of the scientists. "We're going to have to hurry if we're going to find some way of saving that boy's life. But I'm afraid there's simply no way we can save either that poor boy or the capsule unless you can find someone capable of making a house call." "What about the parachute?" asked Jonah. "It's tied into the guidance system," replied the scientist, as he glared at the General. "I told these fools that was a poor design, but it was cheaper." *** Pamela yawned as she left her last class. She was definitely having one really bad day since History had ended. How could so many people have possibly found out already what she'd absently said about John Jameson in class? It had just been one class earlier, but everyone still seemed to know. However, there seemed to be far more excitement out in the hallway then there should have been. Something was up, she decided. But what could it possibly be? "What's going on, Liz?" asked Pamela. She just wasn't too sure Liz would be overly helpful as she walked over to the place where Liz and Sally were standing. "It certainly looks like you're going to have to go out and find yourself a new boyfriend," grinned Liz. "Did you know that, Pammy dear?" "What are you talking about, Liz?" asked Pamela in confusion. "Why would I need to find a new boyfriend? I don't really have an old one." "Oh, really." Sally smiled. "That's not what we heard, Pammy dear." This was getting nowhere and it was getting there real slowly. "I still don't have the slightest idea what either of you are talking about." "It's about John Jameson, of course," smirked Sally. "It's all over the school how you think he's so handsome and has these really nice feet." "Oh him. Is that what this is all about?" Pamela wondered if the girls were buying her act of indifference. She doubted Fawn would, but fortunately her daughter wasn't here at the moment. "Not that I care, but what about him?" she asked curiously. "It seems his space capsule has malfunctioned," said Liz. "We heard them make the announcement when we were in old lady King's history class last period. Can you believe she actually let a television set be turned on in her class?" "They said he and his capsule were going to crash into the Earth," added Sally. "They've been trying all sorts of things to save him. We saw it all on the television during history class," said Liz. "But nothing that they've tried so far has even come close to working." "There can be much time left before... you know." "I'm afraid that poor innocent young man is simply doomed." Pamela stared at Liz and Sally for several seconds as she tried to decide whether they were telling her the truth or yanking her chain. But it didn't really matter. If John was in some kind of trouble, she just had to try and help him. Without saying a word to them, Pamela turned and bolted down the hallway. "I wonder what she thinks she can do." Liz watched the fleeing girl. "She's certainly a lot faster than I would have thought she'd be with those boobs of hers," she smiled. "I just don't know why some girls have such a hard time hearing bad news, Sally." "I can't really say I blame her, Liz," replied Sally. "We've both seen pictures of that astronaut of hers. Even though he's far too old for her, he's still a good-looking man." "I suppose so," said Liz calmly. She'd let Pamela Parker chase after all the old geezers she wanted if it kept her occupied and away from Tommy Watkins. Although she had no proof, she was convinced that Pamela knew more about Flash's snap decision to go to California than she was telling. She didn't want that bitch making any play on Tommy. After all, it wouldn't be too much longer before she had that silly boy doing anything and everything she wanted him to do. *** "I've got to hurry. I've just got to save John," mumbled Pamela as she sped down the hall toward her locker. "I can't let him crash. He might get hurt." After stopping for just a moment to take a small bag from her locker, Pamela hurried on her way. When she'd left home this morning, she'd wondered why she'd brought her costume with her. Bringing it to school with her risked exposure of her secret life. But none of that was important now. She was just glad she'd had it with her; it might have taken far too long to go home and get it. Now if only she could find a phonebooth or some other secluded place in which to change. After ducking into an alley, Pamela swiftly changed into her alter ego's attire. "There's only one person who can possibly save John Jameson now," she remarked as she packed her street clothes into the bag that had held her costume. A little webbing over the bag would insure it would still be here when she returned. "And that person is Spider-Woman." Faster than anyone might have believed possible, Spider-Woman was soon outside the mission control center. She felt bad about knocking out that guard, but he'd tried to stop her. Fortunately for the young guard, her webbing wasn't a permanent adhesive unless she wanted it to be. The young man would be free of it soon enough. As she approached an open window, she heard voices coming from inside. Somehow, Pamela wasn't too surprised that J. Jonah Jameson was one of the men inside the room. "You've got to do something else, General!" demanded Jonah. "That's my boy up there in trouble. We've got to save him." "I'm in total agreement with you on that point, Jameson!" snapped the General. "He's a valuable asset to the space program we can't afford to lose." He looked over at the desk where the replacement component sat. "We've got a spare 24-3B guidance module, Jameson. All we have to do is get it up to the capsule somehow. Have you got any ideas how we can make that kind of service call? I don't." Jameson slowly shook his head. "No, I don't either." Clearly, he had no idea what to do next. "He might not, but I've got an idea, General," said Spider-Woman as she swung in through the open window. "Spider-Woman?" snapped the General. "How did you get in here?" He stared at her for a moment. "What do you have in mind?" "Bah!" snarled Jonah. "Why are you asking her anything? What can she possibly do to help my boy?" "It's simple. Let me have that spare component, General," replied Spider-Woman calmly. "I'll get it up to capsule somehow." "Very well," agreed the General quickly. "We certainly have nothing to lose letting you help us. We've run out of ideas and we're almost out of time." "This is absolute insanity. You can't possibly let her do something like this, General," growled Jonah. "Spider-Woman is just a publicity seeking phony. She's only trying to grab a headline for herself that rightfully belongs to my son John. I'll ask you again, General... what can Spider-Woman possibly do to help us?" "Just stow it, Chuckles." Spider-Woman had already taken more than enough of his stupid nonsense for one day. Didn't he even realize she was trying to save his son? "Just quit flapping your gums all the time and watch me. You'll soon find out what I'm capable of doing." "Wait!" shouted Jonah. "You can't do this!" "I don't have the time to wait!" Spider-Woman shouted back. "I've got to get up there and save John! His capsule keeps dropping lower and lower all the time. Every second I waste here with you could be crucial to saving him." Deciding she needed a plane - and hopefully some pilot would willingly assist her - Spider-Woman headed for the military airstrip alongside the command center. "Halt!" shouted the armed guard as she swiftly approached his position. "Halt! Identify yourself!" He began reaching for his gun. "I don't have the time for any of this nonsense right now, soldier." A spray of her webbing quickly took the guard out of commission. "I have a life to save." Within a few additional seconds, she had commandeered one of the planes, persuaded one of the pilots to fly it, and was on her way to intercepting the errant capsule. "I'll probably be grounded forever for helping you out like this, Spider-Woman," said the pilot. "But the Colonel's my friend. I owe him; I owe him big time. He's pulled my bacon out of the fire more times than you'd ever believe possible." He smiled at the costumed young woman. "Besides, I've got this hunch that if anyone can save poor John Jameson you're just the girl who can do it." Spider-Woman smiled at him beneath her mask. "Thanks. That means a lot." At least someone didn't think she was nothing but a menace. "There's the capsule, Spider-Woman. But its moving way too fast," said the pilot. "We'll never be able to catch it." "We don't have to catch it," replied Spider-Woman calmly as she opened the cockpit hatch over the co-pilot's seat and started to climb out. "We just have to get close enough." "Wait a minute!" shouted the pilot excitedly. "What do you think you're doing, Spider-Woman?" "Isn't it obvious? I'm going to hitch a ride on that capsule as it passes us," replied Spider-Woman. "This will be my one and only chance at this. If this doesn't work, then there's going to be one big Spidey splattering on the ground down below." As the capsule sped by their location, she unerringly shot several strands of webbing from her fingertips. Once her webbing was firmly attached to the capsule, Spider-Woman was abruptly yanked away from the aircraft. 'It's such a good thing my webbing has such great tactile strength when I need it. I'd hate to think what might happen if it ever snapped unexpectedly,' she thought as she pulled herself hand over hand closer and closer to the capsule. It was only her great strength, even against all the drag and air resistance, that allowed her to close the gap. 'I must not let go. I must save John.' Those thoughts drove her towards the capsule. And soon, impossible as it might have seemed to anyone watching from the ground, she reached the capsule itself. 'There can't be much time left," she thought, as she scampered about the outside of the capsule. Once Spider-Woman located the spot where the guidance module fit, she took the spare one out of her belt and popped it right into place. 'How odd? But what a lucky break!' she thought. 'The old one must have broken off cleanly. This new one fit perfectly into the existing slot.' Of course, a little of her webbing over the module would make sure this new one wouldn't break off like the old one had. Inside the stricken capsule, John Jameson saw the guidance indicator light flicker and change color. 'I don't know how you managed it, but I now have a green light on the panel, control. I'm popping the chute immediately." Outside the capsule, Spider-Woman was ecstatic as she saw, as well as felt, the parachute deploy. "I did it!" she exclaimed happily. "I've saved him! John is safe now!" "Unbelievable. Spider-Woman just succeeded in her impossible task," smiled a very relieved General. "But then, I always knew she could." "I can't believe it either," sighed J. Jonah Jameson. "I glad my boy is safe! Nothing else matters." As the capsule safely reached the ground, Spider-Woman jumped off. Even though she was convinced she should leave the area immediately, she also knew she had to make sure John was all right. She was torn by her wants and needs. She wasn't exactly sure what she should do next. However, just a moment later, the decision on that matter was taken off her shoulders. The hatch of the capsule opened and a helmet-less John Jameson looked out. "Spider-Woman?" queried Colonel Jameson. "I assume you had a hand in my rescue." "I simply had to save you, Mr. Jameson," said Spider-Woman coyly. "I'm real glad you did." He smiled at her. Suddenly to John Jameson's surprise, Spider-Woman pulled her mask up just far enough to uncover her mouth. "I also want to welcome you back safely to Earth more properly, John," she smiled. She pulled him closer and hungrily kissed the startled astronaut. "How'd you like that, big boy?" she said sexily, as she pulled back and refitted her mask down over her face. "I don't know what to say." "Just think about it for a while, John," replied Spider-Woman. "I have to go anyway, but I'll be around." She turned and fired strands of webbing toward the nearby tree. "Wait! Don't go!" But Spider-Woman was already gone. *** On her way back to the alley where she'd stashed her street clothes, Pamela wondered why she'd done what she'd just done. She'd actually kissed the handsome John Jameson. She certainly hoped he'd enjoyed being kissed as much as she had enjoyed kissing him. Once she'd retrieved her clothes and changed back into them, Pamela decided it would be better to just go home. She saw no sense heading back to school. There were only a few more minutes remaining in her last class. A little judicious use of her mesmerizing power tomorrow morning would quickly set things straight in the attendance office. And she could easily make the three teachers of the classes she'd missed think she'd been there all along. Fawn was probably going to have a fit, especially after she'd seen or heard what Spider-Woman had done. But at least she'd finally got that blowhard J. Jonah Jameson off her back permanently. How could he possibly continue ragging on her now? After all, she'd just saved his handsome son from certain death. There was only thing about the whole affair that could have played out better. Pamela wished she had thought about taking just a few pictures. But she'd been so busy saving John. Taking pictures had been the furthest thing on her mind. Clearly, she'd have to take Fawn up on her offer to help her with that. She was convinced she and her daughter would make a great team. *** "What do you think might have happened to your friend Pamela today?" Liz asked Fawn as they met after school ended for the day. "I haven't seen her since she ran off bawling like a little baby after Sally and I told her about all those problems they were talking about with John Jameson's space capsule." "I have no idea what could have happened to her, Liz. I haven't seen Pam since our history class ended." Of course, Fawn had a reasonably good idea where her mother might have gone, particularly since John Jameson was clearly involved. Why couldn't her mother just admit she had it bad for him? On the other hand, Fawn really didn't think Liz needed to know anything about what her mother truly thought of John Jameson. Anything she told Liz would very likely be all over the school in a heartbeat, if not less. "She wasn't really taking the bad news very well at all," added Sally. "Some girls are like that, you know. They just fall apart at the drop of a hat." "Or a space capsule out of the sky," grinned Liz. Fawn glared at the girls. She didn't know why they were being so catty all of a sudden. "Did you hear the latest news about Colonel Jameson?" asked Harry Osborn as he joined them. "No. What happened now?" asked Liz. "Did his space ship finally crash?" "No, he was rescued," replied Harry. "Believe it or not, it seems that mysterious Spider-Woman saved both John Jameson and his space capsule." "No way." "You're kidding." Fawn said nothing. She wasn't overly surprised that Spider-Woman had become actively involved in the young astronaut's rescue. She knew her mother would have found some way of rescuing John Jameson. After all - even though her mother might constantly deny it - Fawn had convinced herself that John would soon be her new sister. "Everyone's all right," said Harry. "Spider-Woman's a regular hero." "That's really good news, Harry," smiled Fawn. 'For more than one reason,' she added to herself. Since her mother had saved his son's life, she hoped that pompous old fool J. Jonah Jameson would finally start cutting her a little slack. Harry smiled back at her. "Can I walk you home, Fawn?" "That would be very nice of you, Harry?" Neither Sally nor Liz failed to miss the sparks flying between the pair as they started walking away. "I hope those two don't think they're fooling anybody," grinned Liz. "I saw them going at it a little earlier today," replied Sally. "They were just so obvious I wanted to gag." "Harry can do a lot better than her." Even with all the work she'd put into him, Liz knew she'd drop Tommy Watkins in a heartbeat if she could land Harry Osborn or someone like him. "Don't you agree?" "I certainly do, Liz." Sally wondered what her friend might be thinking. She just had that look in her eyes that generally meant trouble. *** Pamela was definitely glad to get home again. Between her day at school and her rescue of John Jameson, it had been a rather long day. Although she thought she should feel sore and achy following all her physical exertions, she didn't. All she really felt was an abrupt sense of being a little bit tired. Her surge of adrenaline that had been so useful in saving John must have finally begun wearing off. Going straight to her room and her bed hadn't been too difficult a decision for Pamela to make. "Hello, Pamela dear," said Aunt May as she looked up from the nightly television news she was watching. "How was your day at school today, dear?" "Okay, I suppose, Aunt May," replied Pamela rather solemnly. She couldn't tell her she'd missed half a day. "It was neither better nor worse than any other day I've had at school recently." May looked in bewilderment at her niece. Her attitude seemed so strange and cavalier all of a sudden. She was afraid something must be bothering Pamela. "If you're having any problems at school, you know you can talk to me about them, dear," said May. "Don't you?" "Of course I do, Aunt May." Pamela suddenly hugged her aunt. "But I'm not having any problems." "Are you sure of that, dear?" May wasn't convinced that her niece was telling her everything. "The world is in such a terrible state right now, dear. And then, there's that horrid Spider-Woman person running around loose." "Spider-Woman?" repeated Pamela questioningly. Why had Aunt May brought up the subject of Spider-Woman? Was it possible her aunt had discovered her secret somehow? "I don't really think Spider-Woman is all that bad, Aunt May." "Oh, really. Have you seen what that disgusting girl did today, my dear?" asked Aunt May. "I know you've been at school all day long, but the story's been all over the news since it happened." 'It should have been,' thought Pamela. And yet, if she'd seen what had happened, why did Aunt May still think Spider-Woman was so bad. "I don't understand, Aunt May." At that moment, the scene playing on the television caught Pamela's full attention. It was the lift off of that rocket that had propelled the capsule with John Jameson inside into space that she'd seen in her history class earlier. And then, that scene was suddenly cut away to one of J. Jonah Jameson. "Watch the news for just a minute or so more, dear. You'll understand soon enough why I think that horrible Spider-Woman person is so bad," replied May. "I just wish your Uncle Ben were here to protect us." 'Low blow, Aunt May,' thought Pamela. Even though she'd been Peter then, Pamela still felt just as guilty about Uncle Ben's death. She focused her attention on the small screen. "We simply cannot allow that masked menace Spider-Woman to continue taking matters into her own hands. She is a bad corrupting influence on our impressionable youngsters. "The youth of this great nation of ours must learn to respect real heroes - heroes like my son John Jameson, the astronaut and test pilot - instead of these publicity seeking freaks like this dangerous menace Spider-Woman. She's nothing more than a masked vigilante menace who refuses to even let us know her true identity." Pamela angrily stared at the television. She couldn't believe what she'd just heard. What was J. Jonah Jameson's problem with her now? Just a little earlier in the day she'd saved the life of his handsome son John. How could that stupid foolish man still consider her some kind of a freak or a menace? But, as was so very typical of the man, J. Jonah Jameson wasn't quite finished. He never seemed to be finished. "Spider-Woman should be arrested immediately. "This unspeakable stunt she pulled today was simply a well-defined scripted plot by the nefarious Spider-Woman to steal the spotlight from my son John Jameson. I accuse Spider-Woman herself of sabotaging my son's space capsule so that the guidance unit would fall off." 'What???' thought Pamela in abject surprise at the totally unfounded accusation. However - now that she thought about it - sabotage might be an equally valid explanation for why no trace of the original guidance module remained attached to the capsule. But who could have done something like that? And why? "In addition to everything else she's done, Spider-Woman unlawfully broke into a military base. She attacked without provocation and incapacitated at least two guards, although there might be more. Fortunately - no thanks to that public menace Spider-Woman - the soldiers will totally recover. "She commandeered a plane that our tax dollars paid for. "She kidnapped a pilot and forced him to fly her stolen plane." 'Where did that stupid man get his facts,' thought Pamela. 'Did he even bother talking to anybody who was there? Or did he just make things up as he went along?' "And then, through means of her grandstanding act, she tried to make a heroine out of herself. I say - I'm sure you all agree - it takes more than just some fancy costume to make someone a heroine. And you should never forget that real heroines don't need to wear masks and hide their identities. "Single-handedly, Spider-Woman caused the failure of an important missile test. Her actions have also set our space program back by several weeks at least. "I repeat most strenuously - Spider-Woman is a menace to America. In fact, she's a menace to the whole world. She should be behind bars." 'I should have known better,' thought Pamela. 'Leopards can't change their spots.' A new, deeper voice began speaking. "The preceding comments and opinions were solely those of J. Jonah Jameson, publisher of the 'Daily Bugle' and 'NOW Magazine'. Mr. Jameson's comments and opinions are his own and do not necessarily reflect those of this station." 'How very typical?' thought Pamela. 'Now they're trying to protect their own asses.' "Did you see all of that, dear? It was all in the news; it must all be the truth," said Aunt May. "Now do you believe that this horrid Spider- Woman person is a menace?" she asked. "I saw it, Aunt May. But I still think J. Jonah Jameson's a total idiot." "Mr. Jameson is a newspaperman, Pamela. He wouldn't lie to us." Pamela decided there was no sense in arguing with Aunt May on this. She'd made up her mind; she was also as stubborn as they came. "I'll be in my room, Aunt May." She also had this sudden feeling Fawn was in some kind of trouble and might need her help getting out of it. May Parker stared after her niece as she headed for her room. She had no doubt that there was definitely something bothering her. But how could she get her willful young niece to open up and tell her what it was? If only Peter were here to talk some sense into his cousin. May Parker suddenly frowned. Who was this Peter she'd just been thinking about? *** "How could you say any of that on the air, Dad? You know that's not exactly what happened today," said John Jameson. He was still having trouble getting that kiss Spider-Woman had given him out of his mind. He'd never been kissed by anyone quite like her before. He hoped he'd get a chance to return the favor. "Isn't it? I told my story exactly how I saw everything happen, son," replied Jonah. "That Spider-Woman is a horrible menace. She has to be stopped right here and now." "You could get sued by Spider-Woman, Dad," replied John. "You said plenty of slanderous things about her without a shred of proof to back up your position. And knowing you as well as I do, there will be plenty of equally libelous statements made in the pages of the 'Bugle' tomorrow." "Then let her sue me," smiled Jonah. "In order to win her case, she'll have to prove me wrong. She'll also have to remove her mask and reveal her true identity to the world. I really doubt that she'll want to do that, son." "That's not fair and you know it. If she declines to answer your charges, then the people will believe what you've implied even more than they already do." John glared at his father with contempt. "You have a strange way of rewarding the person who saved my life. I'd be dead now if it wasn't for her intervention." "She's a public menace, John. It's so obvious. Why can't you see that for yourself? I'm doing what I must do in order to save the entire world from this contemptible Spider-Woman menace," growled J. Jonah Jameson, as he chewed on the end of his cigar. "Besides, that insufferable little bitch called me 'Chuckles' earlier today. Chuckles is a stupid clown. Nobody calls J. Jonah Jameson 'Chuckles' or any other name and gets away with it." "I see. You're becoming overly predictable," snapped John. "I should have known something about this was personal. It has more to do with you than anything else, including me." "You should get your priorities straightened out, John," grinned his father. "Spider-Woman is obviously a menace that must be dealt with quickly." Jonah's grin widened. "I think I understand now. You've got a thing for her. Don't you, son?" "Of course not," snapped John. However, he wasn't so sure about that. Her kiss still haunted his thoughts. He hadn't told his father about Spider-Woman kissing him. Nor had he mentioned that kiss in his recently completed report. Why had he decided to tell no one about it? "You can't fool me, son," smiled Jonah in that annoying way he had. "Just admit it. It's just like that Helsinki Syndrome I read about. She saved your life. And now, you think you're in love with her." "I do not," denied John. But did he? John really didn't want to think about that in the presence of his father. "I have to go back to the base now. They have some more tests they want to run." He turned and headed for the door. "I'll see you later, son," said Jonah as John reached the door. "Even I must admit that girl's got a nice shapely body; I've seen her up close, you know. But there's something else I want you to think about for a while, John. Why would a pretty girl hide her face behind a mask like she does?" John turned and glared daggers at his father, but said nothing. It was better to remain quiet for the moment. Even though his father was wrong, telling him something he didn't want to hear would only re- ignite that old argument of theirs. As he exited the room, John slammed the door behind him. "Foolish boy. He's mad at me now," grumbled Jonah, "but he's my son and he'll get over it. Eventually he'll have to realize that I'm absolutely right about this horrible Spider-Woman menace." *** "Jameson is an even bigger idiot than I thought he was." The Chameleon couldn't help but smile as he watched the pompous fool of a windbag spouting his endless nonsense. Of course, it was always better to have an ally like this who didn't even realize he was an ally. He could have never found a better way to deflect attention from himself. He looked over at the small guidance module labeled 24-3B that sat on his desk. That one little piece of advanced technology would fetch him a small fortune. It was too bad he only had the one to sell. In spite of that minor detail, he already had several potential buyers lined up for that little piece of electronics. The module had been so easy to steal. Security had been considerably more lax than he'd anticipated it would be. Of course, that might have different if he'd looked out of place. However, he needed to have a few words with those imbeciles who had supplied him with a faultier, far more inferior replacement than he'd requested. Having the guidance module fall off in earth orbit where there was a slight chance it might be recovered had never been his intention. The ersatz module was supposed to have fallen off during re-entry and burn up in the atmosphere leaving no trace of his tampering, even as the capsule itself crashed into the Earth. But things had actually worked out better than he'd planned. That moron Jameson had foolishly turned Spider-Woman into his scapegoat. The authorities certainly wouldn't be looking for him if they were concentrating on finding her. At the same time, the Chameleon began wondering if he could use their search for the girl and Jameson's continued stupidity to further his own advantages. *** Fawn glared at Harry. "What's not to understand? I said 'no', Harry," she said, far more calmly than she actually felt. "You don't really mean that, Fawn." Harry pulled her closer. When Fawn didn't resist his advance, he kissed her a little harder than before. "See what I mean? Girls like you never mean 'no' when they say 'no'." "What do you mean 'girls like me'?" snapped Fawn. Had she somehow inadvertently done something that had exposed their secret to Harry? She didn't think so. "I kind of doubt you know a lot of 'girls like me', Harry Osborn." "I'm sure you'd be surprised what I know, Fawn," smiled Harry. "My dad told me all about you, Fawn. He told me all about girls like you. He told me what you liked." Fawn wondered what Harry was talking about. "I don't even know your Dad." Fawn glared at Harry again. "How could he know anything about me when I don't even know him?" Even though she couldn't remember doing anything like this when she'd still been Flash, there was a distinct possibility she had. Her life as Flash was little more than very hazy, mostly unimportant, memories now. But Fawn still clearly remembered that Flash and Harry had been real good friends and had hung out together. "My dad is Norman Osborn. I'm sure you've heard of him. He owns Osborn Industries," snarled Harry. "Don't try telling me you didn't know that." "I didn't know that. And to be perfectly honest with you, I don't really care what he owns," replied Fawn. Actually, she vaguely remembered talking with Harry about his father once. But she'd been Flash then. And what they'd talked about was nothing he'd tell Fawn. "I think I want to go home now, Harry." "Not just yet, Fawn," grinned Harry. "I think we have a little unfinished business that must be attended to first." Fawn glared at Harry. She wondered what could be wrong with him. It just made no sense for her to mate with him just yet. When her time finally came, she'd have no problem mating with Harry. But that time wasn't right now. "I said 'no', Harry. Regardless of what you or your Dad might think, when I say 'no', I mean 'no'. I really liked all that kissing we did before; it was so much fun. But I'm just not ready for what you want from me yet. Trust me. You'll enjoy it a whole lot better once I am ready, Harry." "Is that so?" Harry continued grinning. "You know, Fawn, whatever else you might say I can tell you want it right now." "No, Harry! Not now!" Fawn easily pushed him away. Harry was clearly surprised by her strength, but that wasn't the last of his surprises. Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, several strands of sticky webbing flew out from the tips of Fawn's fingers and securely fastened Harry to the wall he'd been leaning against. "Oh! Wow!" exclaimed Fawn excitedly. "I'd been wondering if I'd be able to do that." "What did you just do, Fawn?" asked Harry as he struggled without success against her webbing. "What is this gooey stuff? Where did it come from?" "I did something I really shouldn't have done. But it's all your fault, you know. You kept pushing and pushing. Finally, you just pushed me into doing it, Harry. I tried telling you 'no' but you just wouldn't listen to me." Fawn smiled at Harry hoping her smile would make him feel better. "But right now we have a really big problem that needs solving." "You're that Spider-Woman creature I've heard so much about. Aren't you?" accused Harry. "What are you going to do to me? Are you going to eat me? I'm sure I won't taste very good." "Would you just relax, Harry. I give you my word that I'm not Spider- Woman. And I'm certainly not about to eat you," replied Fawn. Suddenly, she frowned. "What did you mean when you made that stupid 'creature' crack, Harry? I'll have you know that Spider-Woman and I are just a couple of normal girls." "I sort of don't think that normal girls shoot webbing out from their fingertips, Fawn." Ha