A/N: Just an odd little idea I got while I was dreaming last night…this chapter is short. Please review and tell me what you think :D Set in a somewhat A/U setting I guess. There's not too much MJ action going on, lets put it that way.
How I Got Saved By Spider-Man 25 Times in One Day
By: Krystal
So, ok. You have your normal days, your sucky days, your completely amazing days, and of course those nasty opposites- those terribly horribly unobtrusively gut retchingly BAD days.
I had one of those days- today!
I seem to have those a lot, but today may have been the cherry on top of my cake of life- which isn't even fully baked yet. So yes, it was pretty terrible. In the span of 24 hours I've been dropped from the sky, smashed into a wall, carried by a crazy rhino, had bombs thrown at me, got my favorite skirt ripped to shreds, oh and yes- I had my good ol' buddy Spider-Man with me almost every step of the way. Woofreakin'hoo.
No offense or anything, he's cute with the mask and all, but when Spider-Man comes around you probably do not want to be there where he is at that moment.
So let's start off with how my morning usually beings….
"Oh Amanda. You're so beautiful, please, please just kiss me! Kiss me now you animal you!"
"Well FINE! If I MUST Mr. Cruise I shall!-"
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"Ugghhhh," I rolled over and hit the snooze button, the beeping from my loud alarm clock still pounding into my skull. I knew I'd have to get up now though, or I'd go back to sleep and never be ready in time for work. "I was sooo close this time though!" I moaned out loud to myself. Yes, yet again I was moments away from having my dream-self's lips locked with that of Tom Cruise, but alas, I was thwarted…yet again. My life is always like that it seemed, something good is happening and then WHAM! The alarm clock goes off…figuratively speaking,- and it all ends.
I sighed and rolled off of my bed out from under my blankets. I knew the cold morning chill would wake me up. I shivered on my tiny apartment's sad and worn wooden floor. I sniffled and finally stood up, "Woah. Let's not do that again too quickly," I touched my head- the room felt like it was spinning. I yawned and walked my way to the bathroom, scratching my bum in a very unlady-like manner.
After several minutes of good hot water hitting me I got out and combed my hair and put on my robe, slumming out into the little kitchen I had where the coffee was already brewing. I opened the fridge and looked inside where the pickings were meager. A tiny bit of milk left, some cranberry juice (when the hell did I get that?!) an apple, some sticks of butter, beer cans, and a few boxes of Chinese takeout from last night. My grey cat Tabitha jumped onto the counter next to me and meowed loudly. "Yes yes Tabby I know, I need to go shopping. We don't get no money's til tomorrow though sweetie. Can't you live on mommy's Chinese takeout for one more night?" I picked up the rest of the milk and poured Tabby some in a bowl for her and set it on the counter where she lapped it up purring. I scratched her back and took out the apple from the fridge. I poured half of a mug with the coffee and filled the other half up with cream and sugar, just what I needed to get me up.
After my small meal of the apple and a cup of coffee and after half an hour of getting ready and politely cursing at my hair iron I walked out from my apartment at precisely 5:37 AM. My mouse brown hair was curly and trying to be held back by a hairclip, but to no avail as tresses kept blowing into my face by the early morning wind. I blew them away from my small nose with annoyance, the bang kept getting stuck on my long eyelashes- damn those lashes to hell!
It was fairly cold for early morning, but this is New York after all. I was regretting wearing a skirt, but I was in need of an actual ROLE at my work and today was auditions. And I was chosen to be there! I was not going to mess this up for anything. I bit back my whining thoughts and wrapped my wool grey jacket around me tighter, and my knitted red and black scarf.
I turned down an alley that I used all the time to get to work and home when I was running late. I could hear the bottoms of my tiny khaki flats clicking on the wet asphalt, some of the cool water from last night showers on the back of my tiny calves. Suddenly it got colder, and I didn't feel right. I looked around and held my jacket tighter. I saw nothing but for the life of me, and I don't know why, but I stopped there in the middle of that alley and cried out, "Hello?"
"Well howdy lil' lady. Haaaands up, there we go. Oops! Don't shout darlin', this gun has defiantly seen some other customers before you, and all of them aren't with us now if you catch my drift."
From behind me I heard a dark, and sweaty sounding Southern voice, I felt something cool and hard press into my temple. I cried and dropped my tote purse to the ground, putting my hands in the air. I heard whatever was by my head click and I whimpered. "P-p-please, I-I just want to l-l-leave. You c-can t-take my purse!" My lower lip was trembling and my breathes were shaky. A chuckle came from behind me. "Now darlin', a pretty thing like you left untouched? Oh I think this skirt here would look mighty fine- hey, what the?!-"
Suddenly the gun was ripped from the man's grip and I heard it clatter behind him. I squeaked and ducked down, holding my head in my hands- a wonderful fetal position. I would get an A on a test if I had to do that I promise you. A plus in fact! I suddenly heard nothing and I stopped whimpering and listened. I heard some type of odd noise…like, a swoosh, like a big gust of wind or something. Except the wind was…slapping something? Then I felt a hand touch the top of my head and I yelped in surprise.
"Shh! Don't worry ma'm, you're all right now, no, no, it's fine. I took care of him for you. You're safe." The voice was warm and deep. Reassuring. Commanding even. I ventured to open my eyes…so I did. And inbetween my tiny shoes I saw the…shoes? Feet? Slippers? Of a big footed fellow, and his shoes were…red and black…like webs…like-?! I gasped and looked up from my crouched position.
"Spider-Man!" I gasped silently. He was all he was cracked up to be. Pictures did him no justice, he was tall and lean, muscular in his arms (which weren't half bad.) and in his legs somewhat. He wasn't any He-Man though. His suit- oh that suit!- it fit him in ALL the right places. It was red and blue, with white webs spreading over it in an odd fashion, with large white eyes on his mask. To be honest it didn't even make him look like a spider. Just odd. But I shook these thoughts from my head and took his offered hand and he helped bring me to my feet.
I shook my skirt and padded it down, then looked up to him and smiled, "Thank you Spidey! I-I'm not so good under bad situations like that. I'm sorry you had nothing better to do but help a little ol' gal like me."
The Spidey head tilted to a side in a confused manner, with his hands planted on his hips, "What do you mean? I'm here to help everyone ma'm. It's no trouble really. You should always try to defend yourself though- oh and do me a favor, don't walk in dark alleys. They always carry vermin in them." He chuckled softly and jumped into the air, leaving me startled. I looked up but didn't see him anywhere. I decided to take his advice and I got the heck out of there. I found my way safely to the main street, and hopped onto a bus, but for some reason I still felt like I was being watched the whole way to work…
