Here's a start to my Spider-Man stories! I hope you guys enjoy!
Mary Jane POV:
There was something oddly compelling about him. Spider-Man. Maybe it was the way his muscles looked in that skin-tight jumpsuit he wore. Maybe it was his web-slinging, wall-crawling abilities that got to me. Or maybe it was the way he fought for and protected the citizens of New York. Either way, I still wanted to know him. He seems genuine, and real. Peter always tells me that I may meet the one and only Spider-Man someday, but that seems a little far-fetched for me. It's not like a famous, 24/7 crime-fighter is just going to come into a little café and enjoy a cup of coffee. I always get to see snapshots of the hero in action because Peter somehow manages to capture a few for the bugle. Peter Parker never ceases to amaze me. And every night I get to hear stories about Spidey because Peter witnesses these crazy outbursts. I'm very thankful for the day that we moved in right next door to Peter and his aunt and uncle. Peter and I have become best friends; we do everything together and tell each other everything. He's been there for me since day one. Along with Harry; Harry Osborn. We're like the three musketeers, but I've always felt that Harry saw me a little bit differently. He's always looking for ways to be with me, and he'd do anything for me; not that Peter wouldn't, but Harry seems a little bit more…obsessive. Like, he's always right there. I do enjoy the attention from a charming guy, but I need some space.
Peter POV:
Sometimes I hate being a superhero. It's the one dream as a kid to be a hero, but once you are one, you're life gets that much harder. Since I've become Spider-Man, I've pushed more people away than I've let in. I'm constantly putting people in danger, and I don't want those people to be the ones that are dear to me. MJ is always asking about Spidey, and I'm scared that I might give myself away. Mary Jane; the one and only. Luscious, red hair, beautiful, long legs; her green eyes light up any room, and that innocent smile of hers melts my heart of venom. She makes me forget about everything in the world, and focus all of my attention on her. And her voice…it catches you in a dream that could only be defined as divine. I want her; I want her all to myself every day, for eternity. Sometimes I peer over into her window through mine. When my spidey senses don't kick in fast enough, she'll catch me with a smirk on her face. We'll spend our nights talking through the draping gap that sets between us. We're best friends. For as long as we live, every day of forever, we'll be best friends. Sometimes I feel the urge to expose myself to her, but I never gain enough nerve. I don't have the nerve to put her in a situation of life or death. Yet, I hate hiding from her when I know everything about her. I know what I have to do.