Disclaimer: I own nothing! I'm a small pitiful hobo whom has borrowed everything and has nothing you could sue me for anyway! All credit goes to Stan Lee, genius and all around nice guy!

Notes: P/MJ forever! This first chapter has been here for what seems like 10 years, but I have finally gotten around to getting it going, should be able to update faster now, or I'll die of natural causes by Chapter 5. Anyways, hope you enjoy it!

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The storm was fierce, the rain crashed down around Peter as he crouched on the edge of a skyscraper, spread fingers holding him to the vertical surface, the night sky illuminated with every crack of thunder which cracked the 1am sky. He sighed as he looked out across the city he had given so much for, only to be forsaken. The rain dripping down his face masked the tears that ran from his eyes, his mask being squeezed in an ever-tightening fist. He was so high up that it didn't matter if he wore his mask or not, the city was caped in pitch black and nobody dared venture out into the storm, unless they welcomed the risk of not returning, Peter Parker being one of these. People only returned when they could, but he couldn't return, he had nothing to return to. It was around 2am, and the rain showed no sign of stopping, and it suited Peter just fine.

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Previously.

Mary Jane sighed, looking up at the stars. They seemed so bright, like diamonds set in onyx. She was stood on her balcony, leaning on the railing. It seemed so unusual to be able to see stars at all from the city, let alone ones so beautiful. The night sky was peaceful; barely any wind at all and mild warmth laced the air. Everything seemed perfect with the world, harmonious. Pity she couldn't feel the same. It had only been a week since Norman Osborne's funeral had taken place, but it wasn't the creep's passing that was on her mind, it was what happened after, in the cemetery with. Him.

Peter Parker.

Propping herself up on the balcony railing with both arms she was stumped for thoughts, not knowing where to start. He had been there all through her life, ever since she could remember and before. Through most of high school she hadn't seen him much, not until the very end in fact. When she had slipped up in the cafeteria and he had caught her she was stunned, the shy little nerdy boy she remembered was now an incredibly good looking shy little nerdy young man. He hadn't even known what to say to her, she could tell as he just stared at her and smiled. It was funny how things turned out, over the last few months the one guy she overlooked all her life was all she could think about, all she dreamed about. He made her feel so special without even trying, the way that he looked into her eyes made her feel like she was the only girl in the universe, like nothing else mattered and all her problems disappeared. All of which pointed towards the fact that they were meant to be. Nothing had ever felt as right as this, with only one small problem. He rejected her.

Tears welled behind her eyes as she remembered the cemetery, how she had finally been able to let him know how she felt, only to be shot down by somebody who quite obviously to her worshipped the ground she walked on. She had never been in love before, but she knew she loved Peter. One thing stuck in her mind though, his kiss. It was the same as somebody she had a fleeting obsession with, Spider-Man. As to what that meant exactly she wasn't sure. Weather or not it was just because she liked them both more than any other man she had known, or it was something very doubtful. They were one and the same.

Mary Jane laughed as she thought about Peter trying to fit into a skin tight lycra suit, although that image suddenly turned from something comical into something erotic. She mentally slapped herself; she wouldn't get far figuring this out if all she thought about was getting him alone. "I need to go to bed" she said out loud before walking back inside and locking her balcony doors. It was too late to think, and Mary Jane always liked the dreams that she had, they always worked out how she wanted them too.

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What MJ hadn't seen was she shadowed figure sat on the wall across the street from her balcony, her 'superhero stalker' as she had once affectionately dubbed him. Peter smirked, remembering how she had kissed him. He remembered it so well, it was his first kiss, something everybody remembers. Contradicting what he had heard, Peter's first kiss wasn't clumsy or anything resembling bad, it had made his stomach do back flips, and he felt numb from emotional overload. It wasn't only the girl he had loved since the word 'Go', but damn did she look hot drenched like that.

Peter sat across from her apartment, looking out across the neon-bathed city. Ever since the incident with the Goblin crime was down, and he had pretty much nothing to do. A few muggers here and a bank job there but nothing exciting, he was starting to get bored quite a lot. This wouldn't be such a bad thing, except that when he wasn't preoccupied he could feel the two halves of his heart scraping together in his chest, reminding him that at the Gobl... Norman's funeral he had torn his heart in half. Ever since he had got these damn powers he had grown in confidence, and MJ had actually acknowledged his existence. Hell she told him she loved him, it was like he had died and gone to heaven. except he never got there. With everything that had happened with the Green Goblin and his discovery of Peter's identity he couldn't bring himself to put her in danger anymore, if she wasn't with him, then nobody would single her out. He had already had enough of thinking about it, and shot out webbing to a building on his left. He sighed, looking at Mary Jane slip into her bed through the window. The instant her light went off he released his grip to the wall and swung off towards home, wondering why he always seemed to end up in that one spot, looking at her.

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Mary Jane turned the light off as she got into a good visibility point, and stared out the window. There he was sure enough, as she had suspected she had seen. Why was he staring at her like he had been? It didn't make her feel nervous, just a bit strange. She didn't want to have to tell him she was already in love; it would be awkward considering Peter 'knew' him. She lay back down normally in her bed, looking at a picture of peter on the bedside table she had cut out of the yearbook; he looked so bewildered it was cute. Tomorrow was the opening day of the new movie she remembered Peter saying he wanted to watch, and it was also the beginning of Mary Jane Watson's all out offensive on Peter, he would soon see that they were meant to be. Yawning she put his picture in the top draw with the two reserved cinema tickets, "Sweet dreams"

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