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Chapter One
Late Again

Peter buttoned his shirt and flipped his collar up. With his left hand he felt around his desk for his blue and red stripy tie and wrapped it around his collar. He grabbed his suit jacket and placed his arms inside. He patted his chest to flatten any creases and headed for the bedroom door.

Grabbing the toast from the toaster, Pete couldn't help but overhear the news coverage on the television about an escapee from Beloit Psychiatric Hospital surrounded inside the Daily Bugle Offices.

Aunt May told him to hurry up but Peter replied telling her he'd meet her at the wedding. He needed her gone so that he could leave without her seeing him as Spider-Man. Although he wasn't quite sure why he kept trying to hide it from her as he was pretty sure she'd already figured it out and had stopped asking him where he was going all the time.

As much as Pete didn't want to be late for his cousins wedding, he knew he had to go help the NYPD capture the deranged patient.

He was already wearing his Spider-Man suit and it didn't take long for him to undress out of his wedding clothes.

Peter didn't want to be seen leaving the house as Spider-Man so he left through the back door and climbed over the garden fence.

Swinging through the city of Manhattan was as fun as always, but when the Daily Bugle was in sight he knew that he needed to plan his actions.

He landed himself safely on the roof of the building and busted open the air vent. Pete climbed into the duct and crawled his way through until he saw a man wandering around the office spaces of the building.

Not wanting to be seen, Pete waited for the man to show himself out of the offices so that he could lower himself into the printing room. He then went in search of the escapee but was surprised when he was nowhere in sight.

Throughout the time Peter had been looking for the escapee he had time to think, and there was only one thing he could think about. Gwen.

He kept thinking about how he'd just cut her out of his life as though nothing ever happened between them, and that if he had it his way he'd be sitting with her right now at his cousins wedding. But he'd promised her father, Captain Stacy that he would keep her out of his life of danger, and Peter was a man of his word.

Still thinking of Gwen, Pete didn't notice the man standing in front of him grasping a gun in his right hand.

The man raised the gun and fired a bullet at Pete's left shoulder before running towards the glass door to his left.

Pete, now on the floor holding his wound with his right hand, lifted his left arm and pressed his two middle fingers against the palm of his hand to shoot a web at the mans legs, tripping him to the floor.

Peter stood himself up and slowly walked towards the fallen man.

'Don't make me go back there! Please! Don't make me go back!' the man screamed referring to the psychiatric hospital from which he had escaped.

'Okay, now who gives a mentally insane, asylum escapee a hand gun?' Pete asked rhetorically.

'Huh, not just a gun!' the man chuckled as he sliced Peter's chest with a knife while springing to his feet.

The patient ran forgetting his feet were webbed together and fell against the window, smashing it and allowing him to freefall from the sixteenth story.

People watched from the streets as the man plummeted through the air towards the concrete floor. A few screams here and there but there was nothing anyone could do to stop him.

But as the man came to about three stories from the ground, he stopped as though he'd hit an invisible mattress and slowly began to be lowered to the floor via a web.

The crowd looked up and saw a figure wearing a red mask holding onto a web letting the escapee down to allow the police to handcuff him.

Before anyone had the chance to thank him, Spidey had vanished.

Peter got back to his and Aunt May's house all beat up and bruised thinking of the times when he'd arrive unexpectedly at Gwen's bedroom window and knock to come in. Gwen would help him in and clean up his cuts and wounds, although, she probably didn't need to as he could heal at an extremely fast rate.

Pulling off his mask, Pete looked over his wounded shoulder to check the clock and saw that he had missed the wedding by a good few hours and they'd all probably be in the party at this time.

He didn't want to worry anyone so he decided to go and make up some excuse like he'd been stuck in traffic behind some police cars that had gone to the Daily Bugle to catch the asylum patient.

Pete lifted himself up off the couch and walked towards where he'd left his suit and dressed himself in over his Spider-Suit. He grabbed his wallet and locked the front door behind him as he whistled for a taxi.

Opening the yellow door he told the driver to take him to his cousin's house where the party was at. Pete saw himself in the rear view mirror of the car and tried to style his hair back to normal and wiped his sweat in his sleeve.

The taxi pulled up outside the house and Pete handed the driver some loose change which came to roughly twelve dollars and he told him to keep the change.

He jogged towards the steps and then climbed them before reaching out to grab the door knob and twisted it to the left. Pushing the door open, Pete looked up and saw everyone stare at him in panic.

Pete headed towards Aunt May who stood up and gasped, but before she could say anything to him Peter was swooped to the side as a blonde girl ran towards him and held him tight.

It was Gwen.

I hope that wasn't to bad. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed and please leave me tips and advice for future chapters or stories.