Spiderman 1.5(Sasha's story)

Summery: Things start out as a typical summer for Sasha, the daughter of a VP at the Daily Bugle. Then something goes wrong, something that a certain spandex clad super hero knows just what to help with. Not a SpideyOC. Based on the movies, spoilers for the first and second, kinda...

Warnings: Nothing particularly bad for the whole story. A couple curse words, some bloodand insinuated death.


1st person: Sasha's POV

Well, I've finally gotten around to this. I'm so bored that I'm explaining things to myself in a journal. It's kind of sad. How should I begin? I guess some background information would probably be good.

I go by the name of Sasha Marie Morieta. I'm 17 years old, 5'4" with year-round tan skin and long medium-brown hair (thanks to my Mom) with grey eyes (supposedly from my dad). Despite all of this, I am definitely not your average teenage girl. But then again I have never really considered myself normal.

My parents didn't exactly plan for me, but a day after my mother realized that she was pregnant she found out that dear old Daddy was crooked. With the help of the police, she left him and ran to Chicago. We stayed there for a while under the watch of both the police and Daddy's thugs. Both did nothing to the other, so they left us alone mostly.

At 4 I started getting gymnastics lessons, while Mom worked her way up in a computer company. Then, when I was 6 he took more of an interest in us. Apparently he saw something me that confirmed us as 'family'. We came "home" to New York under aliases so he couldn't find us again. We figured he wouldn't look in his own backyard fro runaways.

I know. You're asking, "What does this have to do with you explaining things to yourself?" Well, about two months ago my typical summer was interrupted by a strange incident involving a spider. Let's just say it ended up changing a few things...


3rd person POV: Flashback

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"Come on, Mom! I want to see the microscope sometime this week," Sasha said, pulling her mother past the other observers. "It's the biggest one on the eastern seaboard!"

She could practically feel her mother roll her eyes behind her. "I will never understand why you feel the need to explore machinery. Just don't dismantle their computers like you did ours," her mother said wryly.

Sasha grimaced in recollection. She had been grounded for a month for pulling that little stunt. "Hey, at least I put it back together the same day. Remember when I started on my car? When I tried to install the new stereo system myself, I left it dismantled for three weeks before finishing it," Sasha reminded her.

"I remember you refusing to drive it until it could play music "properly". Cost me a fortune in subway and bus fair," her mother chuckled. "Then when you finished it you played Limp Bizket's "Just One of Those Days" at 18 decibels. At 6:30 am," she stressed.

"Hey, I was leaving for school, so it's not like you heard it for long," Sasha retorted, and then she noticed something unusual. "Ooh, look at the cool spiders. Hey, it looks just like the design on Spiderman's costume!" she exclaimed.

Her mother leaned a little closer to the glass. "It does! How odd," she mused. Then she smirked at Sasha. "By the way, while we're on the subject of Spyders, you owe me by the end of the month for payments on that car of yours. I told you I was only paying for 1/3 of the cost."

Sasha nodded her mind still on the spiders in the glass cage. Then she noticed one of the cages was empty. "Hey, take a look at this cage. There's nothing in it!" Her mom leaned over to get a better look at it, before confirming her daughter's statement.

"You're right. Maybe it died," she speculated. "Or maybe it got loose," Sasha contemplated. They exchanged looks, then shrugged. Sasha began to study the room more completely.

Hmm, there's an old web up in that niche over there, but it looks torn, Sasha thought, moving to stand beneath it. In front of her she saw a TV screen depicting how the spiders' DNA had been modified. In the background she vaguely registered that her mother was talking to someone, most likely a scientist.

"Can I help you?" asked a voice behind her. Sasha jumped, dropping her purse in the process. It was a biogenetics scientist who was working on the spiders. "Oh! No, thank you. I was just looking at the DNA structures on the screen," Sasha lied. The scientists nodded and walked off.

Sasha looked down to find the contents of her purse scattered around her feet. ''Damn," she muttered, leaning over to gather her various pencils, pens, and makeup. Then she spotted it. There underneath the stand the TV was on was a spider munching on a fly. It was red and blue just like the genetically enhanced ones!

Sasha looked around to see if anyone was watching her, then pulled an empty film tube from her purse. Within 2 seconds she herded the little thing in and snapped it shut. "I guess I'll be pulling out my old microscope. I want to see what you're made of," she muttered to herself, stowing the tube.

"Come on, Sasha, let's go. I want to get some lunch before going back to work,'' said her mother from the door to the outside. Sasha stood and followed her mother to her car, a BMW 528i.

After stopping at Panara's for a soup in Sasha's case and a salad in her mother's case, they went back to the Daily Bugle where her mother worked. Being the Vice President of the programming division, she was allowed to take extended lunch breaks. In fact, the only thing her mother complained about was J.J. Jameson, the editor.

''Alright, babe, why don't you go on home and finish cleaning your room? If you finish before you go to work, I'll bring you home pizza," said her mom, locking her car before heading for the elevator of the garage. Sasha followed, nodding her head absently. "Yeah, sure mom."

When the elevator dinged, the doors slid open to reveal a disheveled Peter Parker. Sasha's mother raised an eyebrow at his appearance while Sasha shook her head and smiled. "Have you been taking the subway again, Pete?" she asked in greeting.

The 20 year old young man grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, I always end up looking like this afterward, don't I?" Sasha pressed the button for her mom's office. "I'll give you a ride home, Peter, just give me a minute to get my jacket from Mom's office."

''Thanks, but you don't have to do that," he replied fidgeting. Sasha grinned evilly. "Oh, I insist. Besides, I have to see your aunt anyways. I've got her candy that she ordered. You know how much she loves her band chocolate!" Peter laughed. "Oh, I know."

The elevator stopped at the programmers' floor. "See ya up top in a few, Pete," Sasha said. "Bye, Parker," added her mother. "Bye Ms. Morieta, see ya Sash'!" Peter said just as the doors closed.

"Why do you still do band?" Sasha's mother asked as they walked to her office. Sasha let out an exasperated sigh. I just had to bring up band, didn't I? Sasha thought.

"Mom, it's one of the things I'm good at. I'm the only oboe because nobody else wants to play it. I can't just leave them hanging!" Sasha said. "But you're so smart you could be doing a million other things that would look good on a college resume," her mother replied, not expecting to get anywhere, but arguing anyways.

After she grabbed her jacket and said her goodbye's, Sasha headed to the elevator to get Peter. When she reached the top floor, Peter was already at the secretary's desk getting paid.

Sasha waited politely until he was done, then asked him, "What crap is Jameson writing about Spiderman this time?" Peter sighed as they headed for the elevator. "Same as always. Menace, fraud, coward. It's really annoying," he concluded as the elevator doors closed.

When they got to the garage, Sasha led him to her Mitsubishi Spyder. "I know something that will cheer you up! I finished rewiring my stereo system and I finally bought Green Day's 'American Idiot' CD," she exclaimed. She unlocked her car and popped her trunk to show him her competition style speakers.

"Wow," he commented. Peter may have been tight for money but he still knew good speakers when he saw them and Sasha's were top of the line. Sasha shut the trunk and grinned at him. "Come into my layer," Sasha intoned. "Said the spider to the fly," finished Peter, grinning back at her.

As soon as the two were strapped in Sasha turned on the car and cranked the stereo to the maximum volume aloud in New York. Their exit was noticed by everyone in the parking garage.

As they made their way out of the city, they made small talk over "Holiday". Then it occurred to Sasha. "Hey, did Spiderman ever say how he got his powers?"

Peter looked a little startled at the question. "No, why?" Sasha ignored the question, "Do you know anyways?" Peter gave her an intense look. "I have a theory, but that's it. Now stop dodging and tell me why."

Sasha giggled at the commanding tone of his voice. Ever since she met him when he was bringing in those first pictures of Spiderman, she'd taken a liking to him (in a brother-sister kind of way). Since then they had been fast friends, always looking out for each other. According to Peter, they both had 'trouble magnets'.

"I'll tell you why if you tell me the theory!" Sasha shot him a grin, "Big bro." The 'big bro-little sis' bit was an on-going joke between them. Whenever one of them got to nosy or overprotective they would bring up the sibling thing.

Peter rolled his eyes and chuckled. ''Fine lil' sis. My guess is he was genetically mutated. Long jumping capabilities, webbing, and from what he tells me a precognitive sense all come from varying spiders. Now will you tell me why?" he noticed her grow uncomfortable as he listed Spiderman's (a.k.a. his) abilities. ''Is something wrong?" he asked anxiously. What if she was bitten, too? he thought.

Sasha's cheeks flushed. ''No! Nothing's wrong. It's just that Mom and I went to that place with the electron microscope during lunch and we saw some genetically enhanced spiders. They looked a lot like the design on Spiderman's back," she explained. "One of them was missing," she added quietly. If Peter's hearing hadn't been as good as it was he would never have caught it over the music.

A few minutes later they pulled into his Aunt May's house. After Mr. Osborn died, Peter was constantly hounded by Harry asking where Spiderman was. So, finally, he left and was currently searching for an apartment he could afford.

Sasha turned off the car and gracefully exited. "Had any luck finding an apartment?" she asked. Peter got out and shut his door, sighing. ''No, but I've been saving up so I can start making payments when I find one that's cheap enough," he said, walking up to the door. Sasha followed him in.

The second Aunt May saw Sasha she smiled. "Sasha! You brought Peter home on time, for once. You're such an angel. Every time he takes the subway he looks like he stepped on the 3rd rail!"

Sasha grinned and shot Peter a look that said 'I-told-you-so'. "I know. He looked a mess in the elevator when I found him!" The two laughed at the embarrassed look on Peter's face.

"So, do you have any chocolate for me, Angel? I recall ordering some last time you were here," Aunt May said. Ever since Sasha had first come home with Peter she'd been called 'Angel'. It seemed to be that the only time he looked decent was when he got home with her. "Say, I think I do! I'll go get it. Be right back!" Sasha dashed out nimbly.

After Sasha gathered the chocolate from her back seat, she was startled to find none other than Mary Jane Watson walking up the drive. "Mary Jane, hi! What are you up to?" Sasha asked.

MJ may have been one of Peter's best friends, but Sasha knew that they were totally crushing on each other. Neither would admit it though so she left well enough alone.

Mary Jane smiled at her the same way Peter did when he was excited about something. Even her outfit reflected her mood. "Hey, Sausage! I've got some good news that I wanted to share with Peter and Aunt May, but I suppose I could tell you, too," she teased, knowing Sasha despised the nickname. She grinned nervously and pulled her orange Care Bears t-shirt down over her jeans. "I'm absolutely ecstatic!" she exclaimed. Sasha gave her a mock-dirty look before leading the way inside.

''Peter, Aunt May, guess who decided to stop by for a visit?" Sasha said as she walked in, her hands full of chocolate. Peter looked up and smiled in a slow surprised way. "Hey, MJ! What's up?"

Mary Jane giggled. ''I got a part in a play! I finally did it!" The small group applauded her as she did a stage bow. "Alright, MJ!" Sasha laughed, dumping the chocolate in front of Aunt May. MJ grinned and bowed again. ''I'd like to thank my adoring public for their appreciation of my talent," she said in a snobby British accent.

The group partied for a while and munched on chips and other junk. When 1:45 PM rolled around Sasha's clock alarm went off and she excused herself to go to work. ''Good luck, MJ! You two better not get into any trouble while I'm gone! Bye, Aunt May," she called as she left.

As soon as Sasha was back on the main highway, she turned her music back up and drowned in the feeling of the base thrumming through her core. Every time she drove her car she felt so free that she could fly. Unfortunately, she was home only twenty minutes later, which was two hours before she had to be at work.

"Okay," she said to herself as she unlocked the door to her house. Living in suburbia had its perks, like a garage, but it was hell n' gone from the city. ''Put spider in the old geo-sphere tank, feed it ants from the ant farm, clean my room, get dressed for work," she listed out loud. "Damn, and I thought I had a busy schedule before."

Sasha quickly pulled the film tube out of her purse while running up the stairs to her room. She got the fish tank turned jungle habitat down from her closet, dodging other falling debris in the attempt. Then she carefully dropped the spider into the habitat. The thing seemed confused for a moment before cautiously crawling round the tank.

When Sasha finally lost track of the spider, she shrugged and began to clean her room. Twenty five minutes later Sasha's room was spotless. If a before and after picture had been taken, the 'before' picture would have been labeled a war zone.

Now to find the ant farm, she thought. She walked over to her closet and began to search through the knickknacks on the various floating shelves attached to the inside.

In the past, she'd find the farm every once in a while hidden behind the trophy's and stuff in her closet and dump food in it. Seeing as it was never a main priority it was amazing the little critters were still alive at all.

A few seconds later, she found it on the far end of the top shelf. She pulled it down with little difficulty. Then she transferred a few of the occupants to the tank/habitat. "Say hello to my little friend," she snorted derisively. As soon as she finished with it, she returned the ant farm to the forgotten corner of her closet.

Sasha's fascination with the little arachnid was soon over-borne with boredom. She quickly went to retrieve one of her work uniforms from the closet so she could start getting ready.

After working at the "Anime Café" for more then a year and a half, Sasha had gathered quite a few cool anime outfits. Even though she was a gymnast, she didn't starve herself, so when she wore the clothes of busty anime characters she looked the part. Then again, that's exactly what Mr. Tenou, the manager, was going for. It definitely added to the patronage.

When she first started working there she was handed two uniforms. One of them looked like a Sailor Jupiter uniform, except she was expected to come up with her own accessories. The other outfit was the one she decided to wear today. The outfit consisted of a beautiful black-laced, red corset over a black bell-sleeved skirt outfit with miniscule silver stars embroidered at the neck, around the cuffs, and edging the hem.

Since then she had gotten five more uniforms from different mangas. One was the black leather outfit ''dark" Chi wore in Chobits. Another was Zakuro's maid outfit from Tokyo Mew Mew. Then there was a red Chinese tang and black pants from Ranma 1/2. After that was Katana's outfit from Mortal Kombat. Finally there was Hikaru's early armor from Magic Knight's Rayearth.

Just as she was putting on her socks she heard the phone ring. Sasha glanced at her watch, "3:02 pm, must be Mom," she thought. Sure enough, when she answered the phone her mother's voice came out thin because of interference. "Did you finish your room?"

Sasha rolled her eyes. ''Yes, I'm getting ready to leave, but I'll be back around 10:30 or so." She heard a sigh. "I wish you wouldn't work such late hours." Sasha chuckled at her mother's wistful sounding voice. "I need the money remember? I'm saving up to pay off the car and get an apartment eventually," she reminded her.

Her weekly paycheck on average was around $300 because she worked six days a week for at least 6 hours a day. "You get at least $1,000 a month and you only pay me $200 for the car. What do you do with the rest?"

Why is she getting all nosey now? she thought. "Mom, I thought you wanted me to be more independent? Anyways, I gotta go. I'll see you tonight, 'bye!" Her mom laughed at her obvious avoidance of the subject. "Fine, 'bye sweets."

Sasha put the phone back in its cradle and sighed. Little did her Mom know, she was slowly, but surely revamping her electronic devices so she could do more with them. For example, the incident her mother mentioned when she took the computer apart, she was really putting anti-tracking devices and other electronic concoctions of her own in it.

All of her upgrades and creations cost her about $2000 a year in parts that no one but she could understand the connections between enough to make decent use of them. The remaining money left from her paycheck went to clothes, food and entertainment. The amount she didn't use she put into her savings account. Still she had over $10,000 in her account mostly because she didn't use much of her money.

Oh, yeah. She also bought shares of Oscorp dirt cheap after Mr. Osborn's military something or other failed. In the last few months the stock had been steadily climbing. She was already preparing to sell what she had for a good profit.

According to the stockbroker she was working with, Harry Osborn was getting ready to pull another project out of his back pocket. After the last disaster, Sasha didn't want to be around if this one exploded in the scientists' faces.

While Sasha was on the phone, she didn't notice that the genetically enhanced spider had crawled out of the cage using the plants and was currently 1mm away from her ankle. Sasha, who seemed oblivious to everything but her thoughts, caught sight of the time.

"Eep! 3:30pm! Shoes, where'd I put my shoes?" she exclaimed as she scrambled away. As she quickly finished her ensemble she still didn't notice the spider, which had crawled under her bed.

On her way out, Sasha grabbed a package of Pop-tarts and her purse. "Never leave home without it," she thought smirking. Sasha locked the door behind her and strode over to her car.

When she sunk into the plush leather seats of her car, she relaxed, finally in an environment where she didn't have to think about the burden of her responsibilities. She started up the car, listening to the purr of the engine. "Time to go," she thought, shifting into reverse. She carefully guided her car out onto the roads. She pitied that the ride only lasted about five minutes.

The minute she walked into the Café Mr. Tenou hailed her. "Sasha! My goddess, my angel, help! We're getting swamped," cried the 25 year old man. If he'd been any other man, Sasha would have told him some rather unpleasant and anatomically impossible things for calling her Angel. As it was, this was the guy who used to baby sit her 'cause she lived across the street from him. I might as well let it slide, seeing as I'm lucky that he offered me a job here when he came back from college, Sasha thought.

"What can I do for you, Také?" she asked, walking into the break room to set her stuff down. "Tina and Marie called in sick and I can't close 'till at least 11PM 'cause it's 'Karaoke Open Mic Nite' tonight. Please, stay, please?" he begged, shamelessly.

Sasha gave him a skeptical look. "If I do this for you, can I get over time and a new costume?" Také looked happily relieved. "Of course! I've already got a costume in the back that I was planning to give you. I found it at the cosplay convention I went to last week." Sasha sighed in defeat. "Alright, let's go." They both set to work on what promised to be a long night.


6 ½ hours later

"Willow tea and green tea, coming up!" Sasha said, smiling at the customers. The place was packed and with only herself and Také working tonight they were hard pressed to keep everyone satisfied. It was already 10:20 PM and business wasn't slaking at all. In 10 more minutes Také was going to close down the kitchen for the night. As it was the only thing keeping her going was the tons of money she was making in tips.

She carefully set her tray of dirty cups, saucers, and plates on the counter by the sink and picked up a new tray. It should have been another girl's tray, but no one but her had shown up. She brought out more cups and saucers, which she filled from two of the four pots on the stove. "If only Také would be considerate and close earlier!" she grumbled to herself.

After serving two more tables, Také announced the close of the kitchen due to understaffing. That takes a load off my back, Sasha thought in relief. There was some mild complaining, but everyone had seen it was just the two of them working almost frantically.

It only took her a few minutes before she got board of sitting around 'cause nobody would give up their drinks. "Hey, Také, cover for me?" He saw the glint in Sasha's eye and conceded. It was called open mic night for a reason.

When the person on stage finished his song, Sasha took his place. She popped her Evanescence CD into the cheesy home karaoke machine and turned to track two, "Bring Me to Life". She winked at the crowded room. "This, ladies and gents, is one of my favorites. Maybe I'll sound as good as the original!" she grinned as there was some clapping and a few whistles. She was good enough to have a few fans here. The first haunting bars of the song floated through the air. Sasha closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

How can you see into my eyes,

Like open doors?

Leading you down into my core,

Where I've become so numb…

As she sang she swayed her hips in time to the music, like a snake charmer, drawing in her audience. When the melody picked up, she fell deeper into the music moving along to it as the words poured sweetly from her mouth. To her, whenever she sang, it felt like the notes became a tangible thing, curling around her muscular body and shifting it like a puppet master.

Finally, the music came to its peak and Sasha sang with all of her heart and soul.

Wake me up inside! Wake me up inside!

Call my name and save me from the dark.

Bid my blood to run, before I come undone.

Save me from the nothing I've become.

Bring me to life!

As she slowly let the last note linger and drift off, she was suddenly aware of intense clapping from all around. More particularly, she noticed a flash of red and blue outside the window. She shook off the vision and smiled at the patrons.

"Thank you, thank you! Now if someone else would like to take the mic, I'd be happy to relinquish the stage… Anyone? No? Okay then hows about another one?" she asked, enthusiastically playing up her spot as the center of attention. The fifty plus customers agreed whole heartedly with more clapping (from the dignified and female patrons) and catcalling (from the teenage boys).

Sasha continued on until five minutes before closing when she forced Také up onto the stage to sing "Closing Time" which sounded amazing with his husky, slightly accented voice. Just as he started to sing, she went around to all of the tables with a spare tray to pick up the remains of the dishes.

After she collected what was left of the dishware, Sasha went to the kitchen, where she began to gather up all of the cups and utensils in the sink to carry them to the dishwasher. She didn't notice the shadowy figure sneak in through the back door to the alley. As soon as she finished rinsing the last few dishes, she turned to put them away only to run into something firm and warm.

Sasha looked up to find herself staring into the reflective plates of Spiderman's eyepieces. "Holy shit." Spiderman cocked his head. "Tch, such bad language is unbecoming," he said, something slightly amused.

"Which is why I only use it when I'm startled, mother," she retorted, trying to get her heartbeat to slow back down. She quickly began to put the dishes away. "Not that getting a visit from "The Amazing Spiderman" isn't cool, but can I help you with anything?" she asked as she worked.

"A mutual friend of ours told me about how inquisitive about me you were. I was curious as to why," he replied, leaning against the wall casually.

Sasha thought about that for a second. "Peter rat me out because he was worried, right?" Spiderman nodded. "Yup. He said, and I quote, "I don't want her to get in over her head"," he agreed.

She continued to put dishes away to conceal her sudden sad expression as she remembered the last person worried about her. "That's not an issue," she said quietly. "I can take care of-," she turned around only to find him casually sitting in a web-sling hammock. The sight was so odd that she couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips. "You look ridiculous!"

At that moment they both heard clapping from the main room. Sasha blanched. "Quick, go out into the alley! If you still want to talk I'll be out when my shift is over," she said hurriedly. Spiderman quickly complied, removing his webbing from the wall and dashing out. Sasha pushed the door closed because the spring was slow.

No sooner had she closed it and dashed over to the counter to start the dishwasher than Také opened the door, flushed with success. "We did it, it's over! Come on, let's herd this crowd of cats out of here so we can go home!" he exclaimed.

Sasha laughed at his attitude, "All right, but then I'm taking out the garbage and going home," she agreed. They both firmly, albeit, politely told the customers it was time to go. Ten minutes later Také finally told her she could go after they rang up the last two left of the clientele.

In the backroom she quickly grabbed her purse and the bag containing her new outfit. Without further delay she left through the back door with the garbage in tow to meet her previous engagement.

Just when she was about to put down her stuff to heave the garbage bag into the bin, she was divested of her burden. "Need a hand?" asked Spiderman, holding up the bag with one hand as he opened the bin with the other. "Thanks," Sasha said, shouldering her bag once more.

"So, what did you mean by taking care of yourself? You sound like you're trying to protect him instead of the other way around," Spidey observed as he turned back to face her.

"I guess I understand why you're curious, but you shouldn't stick your nose in my business. The only reason the people I've known and cared about for the past few years are alive is because of what they don't know about me," Sasha informed him. She then turned to head for her car. Spidey, not seeming to get the hint, followed.

"And what makes you think that?" he queried, now seriously concerned about this talk of life and death. As they reached her car, which was parked behind the Café, she turned and studied him with her piercing grey eyes. "If you think you can handle any shit that comes your way, I suppose I can tell you. On the other hand, I have to be home in a few minutes. I'm tired, hungry, and about to be late. Do you really want to talk about this or is this just a favor Pete called in?"

Spiderman looked taken aback by the accusation, then he nodded. "I was doing this as a favor, but you have my attention. If you don't want to talk about this now, we can set something up for tomorrow night."

Sasha's gaze softened in pity, tinged with a little guilt. "If you don't need to be anywhere we can talk over pizza at my house for twenty minutes or so. I can drive you, we'd just have to be careful of my mom," she offered. He thought for a moment before nodding his assent. "Pizza sounds great."

Sasha plopped into her seat and unlocked the other door. As Spiderman slid in, Sasha saw him glance at her custom seat covers, which were black with silver web patterns. "Nice," he said, gesturing to them.

"Peter thinks so, too. I got them from a custom shop downtown a few days after the Green Goblin scare," Sasha smiled, starting up the car. They both settled back into the plush interior, seat belts secure.

"So, just out of curiosity, how much did this car cost all together?" Spidey asked as they pulled out of the parking lot. "I also noticed that your stereo system was made for competition style speakers. That must have cost a bundle."

"Not really. I have a friend who imports them from Japan for cheap. He gave me a 75 discount because I lent him some money to get started," Sasha explained, her concentration mostly on the road. "As for the car, I got it lightly used. The owner offered me a good deal on it as well as a payment plan, so all together my car and the goodies that go with it cost about as much as a new one from the dealer would."

An uncomfortable silence fell over the cars' occupants. Sasha couldn't help but think, Great. I've got Spiderman in my car and I'm going to tell him about my father. This is just peachy. A few moments later, they pulled into Sasha's driveway where she used her remote to open the garage door. She quickly eased into the garage, closing it behind her.


Alright, I know this seems like an odd place to end the first chapter, but it's the first real brake there is in the next 2000 words or so. In light of this fact you'll just have to forgive me.

So I really need to know if I should continue this story. I only have another 2 or 3 chapters before I run out of my pre-written stuff, so I need positive(or negative) feedback or else I'll kill the story when it's gone.

Thanx for reading and be sure to review!

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