Title: Spiderman, My Superhero Stalker

Ratings: PG-13

Disclaimer: Don't own Spiderman or his red-n-blue Spandex suit. This is just a product of my fanciful imagination. No spiders have been harmed in the writing of this fic. Kelly, Emily and Brad belong to me. The rest I owe to the man, Stan.

Note: *--* signifies thought.

Summary: What happens after the movie. First of all, I have to warn y'all that I have never really read the comics and I'm about as knowledgeable as the next Tobey-fangirl concerning the villians in Spiderman. Now let's get on with it…

PROLOGUE

I have always loved you

There's never been anyone else

I knew you before I knew myself

*I Have Always Loved You-Enrique Iglesias*

I watched a young red-haired woman weaved her way through the lunch-time crowd on the street. In her right hand, she clutched her handbag and in her left, the hand of a freckled-face young boy with hair as fiery-red as hers. She is Mary Jane. The love of my life. I wished that the young boy was my son but wishes are for fools.

All of a sudden my senses started firing like crazy. My awareness heightened. Something was wrong. True enough, my spidersense was right again. A thug had grabbed Mary Jane's bag and shove her to the ground.

I shot out my web at the stone gargoyle on the building opposite from where I was keeping my silent vigil. With a graceful jump, I swoop down on the robber. I shot out more webbing around his feet and pulled back. He fell and landed on his face with a dull THUD.

"Ooopps! Watch where you're going!"

"You Spidernut!" The thug shouted at me.

"Why is it that everyone seems to get my name wrong?" I tsk-tsked. I spun him a nice snug cocoon and returned the bag to the rightful owner.

"You're my hero!" The boy chirped enthusiastically, "When I grow up, I want to be just like you!"

Just like me…some people call me a hero. Some people call me a weirdo.

Who am I?

I am Spiderman.

This is my gift and my curse…but I've come to terms with it. This is my tale. Are you sure you want to hear it?