Marvellous Spider-man:

A/N: Just a few points on the continuity:

1) Gwen & Captain Stacey are dead. 2) There has not been a Civil War.

3) Peter is not a member of the Avengers 4) Both Carol and Peter are 25 years old.

5) Peter is not Doc Ock. 6) Peter is not dating/in a relationship with/married to M.J

"Let's see. Two robberies, six muggings, an escaped convict, Electro swearing revenge on me and it's not even lunch," Peter said out loud to no one, save the stone gargoyle he was crouched on top of. "Man does being me suck. Maybe Odin or Madame Web is sitting somewhere watching me like a bad sit-com and laughing their asses off. What do you think, Bruce?" He sighed as he gave the gargoyle a pat on the back. "You're the best therapy someone with my salary can afford, my friend. Maybe I should see if S.H.I.E.L.D is hiring? Or the Fantastic Four? Then I could get a company car and health benefits." He said as the distinct sound of trouble reached his ears. Years of experience told him that the sound was of a gun going off, with screams of innocent people thrown into the mix. Time for a 'great responsibility' moment! He thought as he swung into action.

He was at the scene of the crime in less then two minutes. A family-owned restaurant was being robbed by armed men, one of whom was keeping watch from the front window. Oh come on! Peter thought as he landed on the roof, looking for a second way inside. They have to go and rob the one place I want to eat at! They'd better not trash the owner's stock of pepperoni and chopped mushrooms. He found a hatch that led to a vent,, which he pried open as quietly as possible before slipping down inside.

"...in the bag now!" a rough voice shouted. "Or I'll put lead in all of you's heads!" The man finished as Peter reached a vent that provided a clear view of what was happening below. Four men with guns had about twenty hostages lined up against the wall. In one corner of the restaurant was a pile of cell phones.

So basically as soon as I make a move someone's gonna get shot and I'll take the blame for it, he thought as he took in his options. Now I could make a ruckus and force them to split up and take them down one by one. Provided they don't take a shield with them. He watched as one customer refused to move for the gunmen.

"I said get down on your knees, bitch!" the leader shouted as he brought his gun to bear on the woman.

"No," the woman said defiantly, much to the anger of the gunman.

"Last chance, Bi..." he began, before being cut off by a strand of webbing that clogged the barrel of the gun as Peter swung down and planted his fist on the man's jaw.

"We're in a family restaurant, folks," Peter mused as he webbed two more gunmen. "Let's try and keep the language to a minimum, K? We don't want to spoil the minds and mouths of the little kiddies." He finished before coming to face the final gunman, who had the defiant woman held against the barrel of his gun.

"Make a move and I'll blow her brains out, hero." The man growled as he dragged the woman towards the rear exit. Peter did his best to find a way to stop the man, but he knew that whatever he did, it would get the woman shot. "Now you and me are going for a little ride Missy," the man said as a deranged smile crossed his face. "Then I'll take you for another ride..."

"Ew no," the woman stated as she planted her feet firmly on the ground and tossed her head back into the man's nose, her blonde hair obscuring his pained expression for the briefest of seconds, allowing her to break free with what looked like a casual movement.

"Uh...you okay, miss?" Peter asked her as the man withered on the floor in pain, crying over his broken nose. "Serves you right!" Peter shouted at the man, "holding a pretty woman and talking to her like that! Shame on you!" Peter finished as the man stopped withering and brought his gun to bear.

"Watch ou...!" Peter shouted as he dived towards the woman in an attempt to push her out of the way of the bullet. He was to late. The bullet hit home on the woman's back before ricocheting off.

"Oh sh..." the man stuttered as Ms Marvel raised herself into the air and hovered over the man threateningly. He attempted to crawl backwards, but quickly ran into the wall. With no where to escape to, the man was helpless to avoid Ms marvel picking him up by the collar with one hand and carry him out the back, with Peter in tow.

"I'm sorry," Ms Marvel said in her powerful voice, as the man's expression changed from scared to terrified "I thought you wanted to go for ride with me."

"I...I...I..." the man stuttered as the sweat built up on his brow. "I'm innocent I tell ya!"

"Right," Peter cut in, "and I'm Dr Doom and she's Magneto. Or maybe I'm Magneto and She's Dr Doom. Whichever one's more powerful. I've always wondered what would happen if the two of them fought it out. Doom uses a lot of metal, so I guess..."

"Shut up!" the frightened man said, receiving a slap too the face from Ms Marvel in return. The force of the blow was so strong that it knocked the man out cold, so Ms Marvel dropped him.

"Is there a particular reason you didn't wait for me like I asked? Or would you prefer for me to just drag you across the city like promised?" she said as she turned to face him head-on.

"Yes." Peter replied, "There was a fire. At an orphanage. For blind deaf children. Right next to an animal shelter for puppies and kittens and bunnies." he finished as she loomed closer and closer to him. "don't hurt me...or arrest me.."

"I'm not dressed for the occasion," Ms Marvel smiled as she crossed her arms. "And I'd hate to get these clothes dirty in a one-sided fight with you. I might break a nail or something."

"So you're gonna let me go...?" Peter asked tentatively.

"You just saved my favourite pizza place from a robbery," Ms Marvel said with a smirk, "So I'll pretend I didn't see you and we'll call it even."