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It doesn't take me long to catch up to the source of the sirens. Four squad cars are in pursuit of an armored car streaking down Fifth Avenue. The cops are swerving around stopped traffic, while the armored car doesn't even bother. The powerful, impervious vehicle merely plows through whatever's in its way. I see civilians scramble out of the way of the speeding battering ram, and I can only hope the cars it's sideswiping are empty and no one is getting hurt inside. Still, one thing's for sure, if that thing isn't stopped, it's going to end up killing someone, and there's no way I'm letting that happen.

I still have ground to make up, so I ditch the long swings and decide to go for a rapid fire approach. Using anything and everything I can attach a line to from light poles to bus stop enclosures, I whip myself towards the chase. Super strength isn't all that useful when you're, say, slow dancing at prom, but it sure is coming in handy now. Keeping my powers at bay during normal hours requires constant concentration, so I can't deny that it feels good to really let loose.

Eventually, I catch up to the chase and land on one of the cop cars. It swerves slightly as the men inside are alerted to my presence, but they just continue on. From the comm comes Peter's voice, [color=0054a6]"Wow, the webshooters are really performing well!"[/color]

[color=ec008c][b]"Wait..how do you know?"[/b][/color] I ask as I prepare to jump onto the armored car.

[color=0054a6]"Look up,"[/color] he responds with a full mouth. He's clearly snacking on something.

Glancing up, I find a news helicopter hovering above, [color=ec008c][b]"Oh great."[/b][/color]

The car I'm currently surfing on manages to get alongside the hijacked vehicle. Before I can jump over, my spider sense explodes with a warning. It's definitely my craziest power, if anything about the new me could be more crazy than the rest. It's like every hair on my body stands on end. It's what I imagine a person who gets struck by lightning feels right before they get fried. It almost like time slows down too. It doesn't but that's what it feels like to me, and it lets me stay a step ahead.

On this particular occasion, the guy in the passenger seat of the armored car is aiming around his buddy driving with a sawed off shotgun. Before he can pull the trigger, however, a webline snatches the gun out of his hand.

[i][b]*THWIP*[/b][/i]

The gun flies right to my hand, and I pop the shells out to disarm it. I feel icky holding the weapon. Never been a fan of the things, especially since Dad keeps insisting I come with him to the range to learn how to shoot. [color=7bcdc8][i]'You live in the big city, Gwen. You should know how to protect yourself.'[/i][/color] Surprise, Dad! I'm a genetic freak who can probably crush a gun with my bare hands.

I also realize I have no idea what to do with the gun. Having no other ideas, I lean down and look into the passenger window of the cop car. The officer in the front seat recoils in surprise, and I toss him the empty shotgun, [color=ec008c][b]"Happy birthday, officer! Sorry I missed the actual day, unless this is your birthday, in which case I totally said 'Happy birthday' on purpose and not just because I'm nervous and have no idea what I'm doing!"[/b][/color]

"Look out!" his partner driving yells as my spider sense goes off yet again. I look up to see a delivery man on his electric bike crossing into the next intersection, headphones keeping the sound of the approaching sirens from warning him. There's absolutely no way he's going to be able to get out of the way in time.

I spring off the car and sling a web onto the traffic light above the intersection, and swing myself directly into his path, snatching him off the bike in the process. I manage to make it to the other side of the street without smashing through the CVS windows in the process. I place the man on the street and snatch the earbuds out of his ears, [color=ec008c][b]"Seriously dude. Come on."[/b][/color]

"Thanks..uh..." he looks at me weirdly.

Realizing he's looking for a name, my brain rattles around in my head, [color=ec008c][b]"Uh...Spider-Woman. Wait that's not all that creative. Crap I gotta go, drive safe next time!"[/b][/color]

The final cop car in the chase flies by me, but not before I hop another ride. The incident with the biker shows this needs to end. Now.

The car pulls up behind the truck, and this time I don't waste any time getting over on top of it. Scrambling up towards the cab, I lean over the passenger side and open the door. The thug who tried to shoot at me fumbles with a knife, but before he can take a swing I fire a web at a passing street light and stick it to his chest, [color=ec008c][b]"You ever go bungee jumping? No? First time for everything!"[/b][/color]

He's yanked out of the truck as the line goes taught, and see him bounce harmlessly as the truck continues to barrel down the street. His friend doesn't find the visual as funny as I do, and fires at me with a .44 magnum. In response I scramble back on top of the cab. He continues firing wildly as I make my way over to his side, and do exactly what I did to his partner, [color=ec008c][b]"Tag! You're it!"[/b][/color]

Unfortunately, after he's gone, I see that there's no brake pedal left in the truck. He blew it off with the gun as an insurance policy. Well, I guess it's time to find out what these webs can really do. I start firing lines off left and right before attaching them to the runway truck. Before long, however, the webshooters stop producing anything at all.

[color=ec008c][b]"Uh, Pete!?"[/b][/color] my voice is filled with desperation.

[color=0054a6]"Oh no,"[/color] Peter's dismay is obvious. [color=0054a6]"I was not expecting this tonight. The cartridges in the shooters were just for the test. They weren't filled all the way."[/color]

[color=ec008c][b]"That would have been good to know [i]BEFORE[/i] I started chasing a runway truck!"[/b][/color] I yell through gritted teeth. The truck's slowed, but it's still going fast enough to kill someone if it hit them. Not seeing any other option, I flip down towards the front of the truck. The pavement bellow speeds by at a speed I am [i]totally[/i] not comfortable with, but a gal's gotta do what a gal's gotta do. I grip the grill of the truck securely and thrust both feet down into the street. My body screams in resistance, but my strength holds up. The truck pushes me half a block, in which I rip up plenty of asphalt, but eventually it lurches to a stops and the engine craps out from the strain.

Around the scene, applause breaks out. I'd probably enjoy it more if I didn't feel like my arms were gonna fall off. I meekly wave to the crowd before running off, ensuring I'm out of view of the news chopper and any bystanders. Once I'm by myself, I burst out in hysterical laughter, [color=ec008c][b]"Holy crap that was insane."[/b][/color]

[color=0054a6]"Gwen, that was spectacular,"[/color] Pete says in that tone that I've heard too many times. The tone of friendship mixed with desperate puppy love.

[color=ec008c][b]"Thanks, Parker,"[/b][/color] I respond with a smile. After a few moments of catching my breath, a realization hits me, [color=ec008c][b]"I just wish I hadn’t named myself Spider-Woman. What the hell was I thinking?"[/b][/color]