Hello there! Welcome to my second story: '94'! It's movie verse and continuing from after Spider-Man killed the Green Goblin and I'm assuming MJ got a lift home from a police car, so MJ hasn't told Peter she loves him yet and in my version Peter's mask and costume weren't so wrecked, otherwise... well you'll see when you get there. ;)
This story will have 5 parts, the whole thing is finished already so don't worry about me suddenly stopping and not finishing it. There may be a sequel but it needs quite a lot of work done on it yet. Again, I don't know squat about the places in NYC, so forgive me any mistakes.
By the way, I know this would probably never ever happen, but I just wanted to write some fluff and this came flowing from my pen! Or keyboard...
Anyway, read and review!
94
Part 1
Mary Jane stumbled clumsily up the 214 steps to her apartment. The thought 'Why does my apartment have to be on the top floor?' drifted through her swirling feelings. Her ribs hurt. She must have banged her side when she fell, she thought in a disjointed sort of way.
She shivered at the thought that she could be lying dead at the bottom of the Queensborough river if it hadn't been for Spider-Man at that crucial moment. Then she thought Spider-Man could be lying dead at the bottom of the river somewhere, and desperately hoped he was ok.
The last she heard, both he and the Goblin had been spotted out near an abandoned warehouse, but no-one had seen either of them leave and there was no trace that they had been there now.
She finally reached her apartment and flopped down gratefully on her soft bed. She lay there for a while, just thinking, about Peter, Spider-Man and how lucky she was to be alive.
Indeed, she had surprised herself by thinking about Peter when she thought she was about to die. She had slowly fallen in love with him without realising it, if that was possible. She thought of his perfect blue eyes, always shining with intelligence and intrigue, of his uplifting enthusiasm for life and all things science, his unique sense of humour, his soft brown hair... She sighed and wilfully pulled herself out of her daydream to turned on her bedside lamp; it was getting dark.
A sudden noise out side caused her to pick up the lamp and creep to the door of her balcony. She cautiously opened the door a crack and peered outside. She had no idea how anyone could have got up to her balcony, and was thinking it had just been a pigeon when something much bigger than a pigeon moved to her right.
She swung the lamp without thinking, and cried out as the light suddenly went out. Stupid girl, MJ, you pulled it out the socket! She chided herself.
"Whoa! Hey-!" a man's voice rasped from the darkness. The guy suddenly started coughing violently. It's a man! MJ thought frantically. What's some guy doing up here in my apartment?!
When her eyes had adjusted she viciously swung the lamp again at the outline of the man. She watched in amazement as he nimbly dodged the blow, doing a funny sort of twist and then back flip to avoid her next swing.
"Whoa! MJ! It's me, Spider-Man!" The man finally choked out as he got his breath back, and straightened up; his lungs felt like they were on fire.
MJ flicked on the bedroom light. "Spider-Man!" she exclaimed and dropped the lamp in her surprise. She didn't even notice or care that it smashed on the hard floor, she was so happy to see him in one piece, or just about. "Oh my God I'm so glad you're alive!"
She ran and threw her arms around him tightly.
"Okay, easy there MJ", he winced in pain. She pulled back slightly, feeling embarrassed.
"Oh I'm so sorry!" she said, looking him over. He had some cuts and bruises, and MJ could see a deep looking gash on his chest bleeding openly through his torn suit. His mask was ripped on the right side of his face, the familiar opaque eyepiece completely gone, exposing part of his forehead, a tuft of brown hair and a blue eye. She looked curiously at his one blue eye, he looked familiar somehow.... She shook the thought off.
"Are you ok?" she asked nervously. He didn't look too good.
"I'll be fine MJ, I just came over to see how you were. And hey, seems like you're great with the way you just tackled me!" he smiled beneath his mask, MJ could see his right cheek dimple, trying to lighten the mood. MJ smiled briefly, then frowned again.
"Are you sure you'll be alright?" MJ pressed. "It looks like you've broken a couple of ribs, you should really get that checked out."
"I'll be fine MJ, honest, I heal quickly. Besides, do you really think I could walk into hospital like this and not get arrested?" he laughed, but quickly stopped, holding his bruised ribs.
MJ didn't smile back, but gave him a concerned look.
"MJ! Oh come on! I'll be fine. Really!" he said, as MJ arched an eyebrow.
"Now as long as you're ok I think I better be going..." he turned and leapt up onto the balcony rail. But then he held his head with one hand, as he swayed in a bout of dizziness.
"Spider-!" MJ started to ask if he was ok, when he suddenly disappeared over the edge. MJ screamed and ran to look over the railing.
"Spider-Man!" She couldn't see him splattered anywhere on the sidewalk, and not sure if that was a good or a bad thing; he could be squished under a car on the road, she hesitantly called his name. "Hello?! Spider-Man, where are you?" She received no reply.
End of part 1! Please review if you liked it. Next chapter up within the next 2 days.