Gracelyn sighed staring at the screen of her computer. Her eyes were rimmed with circles. She hadn't slept in days. She had been tracking this man from Portland for a security firm. The guy had claimed to have a broken leg but was currently vacationing in Alaska at a swanky lodge with his mistress. She'd hacked three security cameras to get accessible photos with an identifiable face shot. The last thing she had to do was upload everything she'd compiled and send it off to the company. They'd hardwire money to her bank account under the name: Lisa Fisher. Once she got the money, she could finally get someone to fix the kitchen. There was no longer a stove because she'd nearly blown it up two weeks ago. She leaned back in her work chair running a hand through her hair. She was tired.

"I have got to get some new movies…" she mumbled to herself. She snatched for the remote from the floor and clicked on the TV across the room. She started to swivel her chair around. The news flared up and she stopped mid swing watching.

Spiderman swung across a corner street near the heart of town following several cop cars. The woman on the screen talked about some kind of bank heist. They flashed a man's picture over the screen. He was younger but looked hard with unshaved fuzz and deep set eyes. Her eyes traced the superhero as he swung through the buildings before the camera lost him.

"Yeah…need some movies." She told herself again. She got up, peeling herself from her chair, and started towards her small shelf with DVDs.

As her fingers filmed through the titles she felt a strange cough starting in her chest. Gracelyn coughed some before having to stand up. She was winded. The coughing turned to hacking and she stumbled to the bathroom. Her fingers slid over the light switch as something dark and sticky splattered the sink and her hand. She bit her lip looking down. Blood. She was coughing up blood. Panic started to rise in her chest. Her heart started beating faster. Gracie leaned against the counter staring down into the tan tiled sink. She was getting sick again. This had happened before. She reached up wiping her hand on the teal towel hanging off the wall, leaving the red smear behind, and started to pull her hair up with a tie from her wrist. When she pulled her hands away there were strands laced through them. It was a clump of hair. She felt her hands begin to shake. She reached up parting the hair near her scalp close to her forehead. She ran her fingers over the thin line. More hair was coming loose. She sucked in a breath. She'd never lost hair before. It had to be from the radiation that she'd been exposed too. Wide green eyes glanced up at the mirror as she looked herself over. She was pale. She was exhausted. She was dying. She looked like a cancer patient in the early process of chemo.

"Get it together." She told her reflection. It was half-hearted. She gripped the sink staring down into it. What was she going to do? She needed medical help but there wasn't anyone she could go too. Oscorp had what she needed but they'd kill her. Gracie closed her eyes sighing. She'd have to go out and get some medicines later today. Usually, some sort of mixture, Dayquil and Mucinex did the job. It didn't help her health wise but it bode the pain away which was a primary problem in her head at the moment.

A few hours later, after a much needed shower, and clean clothes later; Gracelyn had set out. This time she'd mounted up with a hoddie and sunglasses to start with. She had her face hidden beneath the hood and the sunglasses securely in place. She stuffed her hands inside her large front pocket and set her shoulders as she walked on the familiar streets of the city. She wouldn't go to the same shop. She'd stay very very far away from there. The goal was to get inside any small convenient store, grab the meds, and go. She didn't plan on talking to anyone. She didn't plan on looking in anyone's particular direction. She was going to keep people safe from herself. She had too. This was a get in and get out mission. She drew in a deep breath stopping on the street preparing to head inside a shop she'd spotted.

A car came barreling down the main street. It's tires screeched as it careened around the turn. Her eyes darted to the car. The driver looked consumed. He punched the gas and the engine revved. Several people screamed running off the street to get out of the way. A woman struggled tripping while yanking her little boy by the arm. His foot hit the curb but he didn't make it up. The car screamed down the street. Men came running around the corner with guns. They were huge guns. People shoved around her, trying to get out of the line of fire. Shots whizzed down the street. Gracelyn felt that pressure behind her eyes again. Her hands tingled. Her heart raced. No! Not here! Jeez! She tried to duck inside the store behind her but she got caught. One of the men who'd come running caught her arm spinning her. She heard a familiar swoop overhead as he leveled a handgun at her head.

"That's not very nice!" Spiderman chided swinging overhead. "Pick on someone your own size." He chuckled shooting web down at them. He yanked the guy up easily, his gun clattering to the pavement, and slammed him into the side of a building. She stared wide eyed up at him, her jaw slightly open.

"You're welcome." He said to her before swinging over her head towards the car that that had taken off.

"Hey Spiderman!" someone yelled to her right. She turned seeing a guy standing clad in off market swat gear. He had a weapon placed on his shoulder and a wild grin on his face. Her eyes got wider. The pain behind her eyes intensified.

"Is that a rocket launcher?" Spiderman mouthed sucking in a breath. There were too many people around. Civilians were going to get hurt badly.

Gracelyn moved hurriedly. She started shoving people inside the store, as many as she could, trying to get them out of the path of destruction.

"Get inside! Now!" she snapped ushering the small boy and mother inside who'd tripped on the curb.

"You get inside!" Spiderman snapped landing on the ground near her. "Seriously? What is wrong with you! Go!" he gestured at the door. She didn't move. Something stopped her. Her heart seized in panic as the next moment happened very fast. The man pulled the trigger.

There was a loud boom.

It wasn't until after it had happened that Gracelyn realized what she'd done.

As the rocket came speeding towards Spiderman and herself, it had become very clear that they'd both choked and froze up. The strange sensation that caught her body off-guard built up rapidly. The pain was almost exploding from inside her body. It had to come out. Without thinking, she curled her hand into a fist. How dare they fire that thing with all of these people around. She swung. Gracelyn swung her arm like she could punch the guy who'd done this.

As she did this the power from the Plutonium radiated outwards from her body. It extended from her fist in a wave so powerful even she stumbled backwards. A wave of orange and blue exploded outward as the rocket came forward. They collided. Gracelyn shook realizing that she could feel the impact of the rocket hitting the wave of energy she was out-flexing. She stood up straighter and gripped her fist tighter. She shoved her fist out and the field of energy holding the still powered rocket pushed it back. A grin broke out on her face. She threw her arm out and screamed letting it all go. She let everything go. She let the pain go. She let the pressure go. She let her body release everything. The wave amplified and enveloped the rocket condensing in on itself before creating a controlled explosion. The rocket disappeared in a small controlled wave of fire within her blue and orange energy.

For once…there was no pressure or pain. Gracelyn stared wide eyed and confused breathing heavily from the exertion she'd put on her body. As the wave of energy dissipated she heard a low whistle behind her. Her head whipped around.

"That was something impressive." Spiderman said nodding in her direction.

"I…I…h-have to go. Now." She said suddenly. No one was supposed to know about her. This couldn't happen. Shit. She groaned before shaking her head and taking off. Gracelyn ran as hard and fast as she could. Oscorp would be all over this if they identified her face. It was like her entire brain was on high alert. She could not be found. Gracelyn Savage was dead. She was a danger to everyone…