It was the noon rush at Mac's bar and grill. I was cleaning off a table when I heard a familiar sound against the tile floors. The sound of wheels coming closer to me and I smiled. I didn't even have to guess who it was. I turned around and he smiled at me.

"Hey, Peter."

He hit the end of his board, making it land in his hand. He moved closer to me and pulled me into a hug.

"Hey, Natty."

He was the only one that can get away with calling me that. If anyone else tried, it would be the last thing they would ever do. I tightened my grip around him, hoping he wouldn't pull back anytime soon. And he didn't. I was the first to do so.

"It's been awhile since I hung out with my best friend. Does that mean the epic couple that I call Gwen and Peter don't have plans tonight, and I get you for the night?"

"Uh... well, we have a date tonight. But tomorrow, I'm all yours."

"Promise?"

"Scouts honor."

"Okay, sounds like a plan."

My boss, Richard caught me talking to Peter.

"Natalie, back to work."

"Yes, Richard," replying in the sweetest tone possible. Though in reality, I couldn't stand the guy. He seriously needed to remove the stick from his ass. But, he paid us waitresses well, so I can't completely complain.

"You heard em."

I hit Peter playfully in the arm.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Pete."

"Alright Natty."

He pulled me into a side hug and kissed the side of my head. He dropped the skateboard on the floor and he was off. I saw Richard glare at him as he rolled past him. Peter waved at him and smiled, picking up the pace on his skateboard. Richard came walking over to me. Uh oh.

"Natalie, you should tell your friend to visit you on your break, not while you are working. You know the rules. Dont make me have to look for another waitress."

"Yes. Richard. I will."

I rolled my eyes as I went back to work, getting butterflies in my stomach. I'm going to see Peter after a good two months of not seeing him or hardly talking to him. hen we did talk, he would say he's really busy, but he wouldn't go into great detail as to what he was really busy with. I was hoping he could clear all of that up for me tomorrow.

Me and Peter have been friends since eighth grade. He was next to me in my science and math classes always helping me since that guy is walking genius. Okay, I'll admit, I have a slight crush on him. I cant help it, He's really cute and such a sweet guy. Though, I know nothing would happen between us. He is insanely hooked on Gwen Stacey. Thats why im on the lookout for any other potential boyfriends. Between work and going to college, I try to date as much as possible. Its kinda hard, though. Maybe if I stop trying, I'll have better luck that way.

Once my shift was over, it had to be close to nine at night. I was tired and just wanted to be home in my bed. I started walking to the bus when I heard strange footsteps following me. I turned around and no one was there. So I decided to start walking faster, since the bus stop was only two blocks down. The footsteps started turning into running, but I couldn't outrun the person even if I tried. I was pulled into an alleyway when they guy made his identity known. Oh god. It was Tom. My abusive ex boyfriend. His right hand was digging deeper into my arm, making me flinch in pain.

"Tom, I told you its over!"

"Its not over till I say its over!"

He reeked of alcohol. I felt like I was getting drunk of of his smell alone.

Tom and I dated for all my senior year into my freshman year of college. But after we had a huge fight, I saw a whole new side to him. He beat me up so bad, I ended up in the hospital for a week. I pressed charges against him, but he would always keep coming back.

With all my strength, I pushed him back, making him stumble back a bit. That just made him more angry. He raised his hand and slapped me as hard as he can. I immediately held my hand to my face, feeling the sting get worse as I thought about it.

When he was going to hit me again, A web shot out from nowhere and his arm was stuck to the alley wall.

"What.. what the hell is this!"

He tried grabbing at it and pulling it off, but another web shot at his free hand, making him completely pinned to the wall.

I looked up and the man I've been seeing all over the news, calling him the vigilante jumped from the fire escape and was now standing in front of me.

"You okay?"

"Yeah... yeah. I'm fine. Thank you."

"Your welcome. I'm going to keep an eye on you to make sure you get home safe."

"Thank you... uh?"

"Uh... Spiderman."

I smiled.

Spiderman.

I caught the next bus and looked out the window. I saw him swinging in between the bridges and traffic all the way to my house. I couldn't wait to tell Peter about this tomorrow.