Ok, so i though i might be able to try my hand at a crossover story with spiderman and maximum ride. tell me what you think in a review. Everyone who reads this can reviw so dont be shy. I know it's short but its a start.

Disclamer: just two more things i dont own.

Peter's POV

"Parker!" J. Jonah Jameson shouted so loud that it could be heard two floors down, or in my case from the roof.

I quickly went down through the vent and into the restroom where I changed. I wasn't in the mood to be fired, again. No matter what it's for, Jamison always fires me at least once a month, but he always brings me back because I'm his best photographer.

I rushed into his office, but I was too late, five minutes too late.

"Parker! Do you realize that we have a deadline to meet? What's wrong with you?" He demanded.

"Yes, I realize that, but—" I began but was cut off by Jameson's yelling.

"Then why are you ten minutes late for work again?"

"Well it's actually six now," I explained.

"Don't be smart with me! You're fired! Now get your sorry—"

RING RING RING

Saved by the bell, I thought to myself as Jameson picked up the phone.

"Hello Daily Bugle head office. Yeah? WHAT!? How long ago? Well why didn't you call sooner?" he slammed the phone on the receiver and looked up at me. "parker, your back on the job. A source clamed to have seen six kids with wings flying over Central Park South last night. It was probably some crack head on a high, but check it out anyway, this is New York after all."

"and if it's a hoax?" I asked.

"then you'll make up the time scrubbing toilets in the men's washroom! Go out there and get those pictures!"

the life of the Spiderman and Peter Parker is never easy, I thought to myself as I jumped off of the roof of the Bugle and shot a thin line of webbing to the building across the road. I felt the jerk of the web stuck and I began to swing across, inches above the traffic at the lowest spot.

I had heard about terrorist attacks on Itex plants over the United States and Europe, and I knew there was one in the area. If these 'bird kids' were the same ones seen fleeing from those wrecked buildings I would catch them and take them to the police where they could be treated like the criminals they were.

Web line to roof top and back to web line, I sped toward Central Park to find the mutants responsible for the explosions.

And then I saw them, a flock of birds, or so it appeared from this distance, flying over the city like the falcons, searching for their next prey. I aimed myself at the six kids and catapulted myself off of my webbing line, sending me forward like an arrow toward the kids. I reached out to grab one, he had black wings and hair, and his clothes were almost all black a well.

Suddenly I felt the vibration of my spider sense kick in, not long after and hard kick landed on my skull.

I fell downwards, spiralling toward the ground. Luckily I corrected my fall and shot a web to a close by building just soon enough that I could run on the sidewalk to pick up speed and I swung into the air once more.

The bird kids were flying away quickly now, I would have to swing faster to catch up now. I shot one line after the other, barely dodging light post, building, cars, and people.

They were right above me now and I ran up the side of a building to get closer. When I was at a close, but safe, distance I shot a ball of webbing between the wings of the kid I first attacked. It hit when his wing were at their highest point, and they stuck together and he began to fall from the sky. I heard the older girl with the blond hair shout Fang, but I didn't know what she meant.

I didn't want to let him fall to the ground and die, so I jumped to the next building and started climbing up the wall to where I could reach him as he passed by. At just the right moment I reached out and caught him by one ankle, only to have the other foot come up and kick me in the head. I lost my grip long enough that he could kick away and fall again.

He's trying to kill himself! A dead man can't talk. I thought as I reached for him again. I missed, so I shot a thin line of webbing and it stuck to the sole of his beaten up shoes.

Just when I began to pull the line up, the other two oldest ones sped by and grabbed him. I then realized that I was still holding the web when I was pulled off of the wall and started to trail behind them.

A young girl, she looked about eleven years old, shot up behind me and brought her heel down on my back, directly between my shoulder blades. The pain made me let go and fall fifty feet and into the windshield of a parked car. I crawled out through the hole in the window, which was so conveniently there, and brushed the shards of glass off of myself.

My back snapped several times as I stood up. I had a long, but not deep, cut in my shoulder from where I went through the window.

I slowly and painfully climbed up the building, but only to find that the kids had disappeared.

"I will not let you destroy this city. This isn't over yet," I said to myself and I turned to go home to my apartment.

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