Norman Osborn patted his son on the back. Many members on the board of directors were now leaving the meeting room, and it was just the CEO of OsCorp, Norman, and Vice President, Harry Osborn.

"You did good son," Norman told him, smiling.

"I learned from the best," Harry laughed, returning the smile. "But Dad, I do have one thing to ask you…"

Norman looked outside the great window in front of him.

"Yes son," he replied.

Harry walked over to his Dad, barely tripping over a flowerpot. He looked down at the ground.

"Well… I never loved anyone like I loved Felecia, and I was just wondering, if you knew what happened to her…" Harry told his father, his voice almost a whisper.

"Son, I thought I already told you, she was killed by Parker," Norman said, slightly angrily. "But, I'm here for you son, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes, to see you happy." Norman's voice returned to a normal tone.

"I know you've told me that before, it's just…" Harry's voice trailed off. "I just can't imagine how Peter could have done something like that…"

"Harry, trust me," Norman began. "Parker is bad news, and keeps many, many secrets from the world…"

Harry just followed his father's gaze, outside of the window, wondering if what he had just heard was true.

OOO

Peter pulled out the beautiful ring from his pocket. He was ready to propose to Mary Jane later that night, and had everything planned out. He would do it gracefully, and with style, and he wasn't going to do it at some fancy dinner. He was going to do it, Spidey-Style.

Where he was going to do it, he still wasn't sure about. But he knew, she would love it, or at least he hoped he did.

At the moment, he was in the apartment he and his girlfriend, Mary Jane Watson shared. The landlord Mr. Ditkovitch grew very fond of the two, and was glad that Peter could now pay up the rent.

In the past few months, Peter was able to get a bigger apartment room for the two of them, but it's not like it could hold about twenty people.

If only it was that big, Peter thought, walking to the small living room. He sat down on the only couch, and looked outside the window.

I wonder why Harry hasn't been talking to me lately… Peter thought, annoyed. If Norman did something to him, that would really piss me off. Peter grabbed the TV remote, and clicked the power button.

"Now, your cats can be clean too with the new and improved-" He turned the channel.

I've seen that damn commercial about… forty, fifty times maybe, he thought.

When he turned the channel, the front door opened, and Mary Jane stepped inside. She looked tired, and a little sad.

"Hey MJ," Peter chirped happily. He noticed her expression.

She forced a smile, saying, "Hey Tiger." She walked over to him, and kissed his lips.

"Rough day?" Peter asked her, trying to sound supportive.

She walked over to the kitchen counter, and put her purse down.

"Sort of," she said. "Gayle just got a divorce with Richard… well, Dad did say it would never last."

Uh-oh… what about me and MJ then? Peter asked himself.

"Oh, sorry," Peter said. "So, do you want to talk about it?"

"No… I'll be fine," she said, putting on a fake smile.

"Okay," peter told her, buying it. "Well, later, we're going to go for a swing around town."

He smiled, as she smiled back.

"That sounds great," she laughed.

OOO

Eddie Brock left the office of J. Jonah Jameson at the Daily Bugle. He had just applied for a job, and got his wish.

I'm going to be making some money now, he thought to himself.

He walked up to the secretary's desk. The plaque on the desk read, BETTY BRANT, SECRETARY.

"Well hey Betty," Eddie said, saying to sound tough. "The boss told me to give this to you."

Betty knew the kind of guy Brock was, and she had just met him. He was the kind that thinks he could get away with everything, and was better than anyone else.

"Okay," she said, taking the slip of paper he had handed her.

"Yea, I'm a photographer, that's right," he said, trying his best to show off. He was doing a terrible job at it too. "So, you free tonight?"

Oh gosh, she thought.

"No," she lied. "My boyfriend is taking me out." She wanted to burst out laughing at the expression on Eddie's face, but kept a straight face herself.

"Oh," Brock replied, walking past the desk. As he was getting on the elevator, the doors slid open, and the best photographer stepped off of the machine.

"Hey Peter!" many of the staff members called. Eddie glared at the character as he stepped onto the elevator. The doors closed, and the elevator headed for the ground floor.

"Who was that?" Peter asked Betty, as he walked up to her desk.

"Competition," she said, sarcastically. "Eddie Brock."

"Oh," Peter said. "Well, I have some pictures for Jonah so-"

"Go right on in," she told Peter with a smile.

Peter walked to the door of J. Jonah Jameson's office, stepping inside.

"Dammit, where's Par-"

"Right here sir," Peter told his boss, cutting him off.

"Finally!" Jameson yelled. "It took you long enough, where the hell have you been?"

Peter didn't answer, and handed his new pictures to his boss. It showed Spider-Man holding onto an elderly lady, ready to land on the ground after saving her. Up until that moment, Peter thought it was a good photo. Now he realized, that Jameson would come up with a headline like, 'SPIDER-MAN, KIDNAPPING OLD WOMAN!'

"Here's the headline," Jameson began. "'SPIDER-MAN, KIDNAPPING OLD WOMAN!'"

"For some reason, that's exactly what I thought you'd say," Peter told his boss, his gaze lowering towards the ground.

"You don't like it, quit," Jameson told Peter.

"I'm just freelance," Peter reminded his boss.

"Fine, do you want a job?!" Jameson asked angrily.

"Well if you-"

"You're fired," Jameson told him. "NOW GET OUT!"

Peter listened to his boss, and exited the office. He stood in the doorway, thinking about his boss' random behavior all of the time.

I wonder if he's been like that his whole life, Peter thought, making his way for the elevator. As he stepped on the 'ride', he began to think once more about his friendship with Harry. What had happened, and why was Harry mad at him… again?!

Well, I should just go home, and think about it, Peter thought. As always…

OOO

Amber Fedren made her way across a small sidewalk, surrounded by many other pedestrians. She knew it was dangerous to walk through a dark alley at night, but it was the quickest route to her apartment, and nothing bad had ever happened to her in the past, why would it go wrong now?

She made a left, breaking off from the group of the others, and walked through the long alley. She heard some rumbling, and rustling in the back of the alley, and started to pick up her speed, instead of turning around, and taking the longer route.

I'll be fine, she thought. I'll be just, fine.

Suddenly, a man hopped out from behind a trashcan, followed by two others.

"Looke what we got here," the first man laughed, pulling out a switchblade. "This is going to be easy. Give us your purse!"

"Get away!" Amber yelled, her red hair flowing in the breeze. She whacked her purse across the first mans face, followed by the others. "Just stay away!"

"Cut!" came a man's voice. "Mary Jane, you did fine, it's him I'm worried about!" The whole scene unfolding was actually a shoot for a future movie, 'Radioactive Cop'.

Amber Fedren didn't actually exist, but was instead a character played by Mary Jane, who happened to be a very talented actress.

"It's alright Dave, I have to leave anyway!" Mary Jane yelled. "I'm late, for a very important date!"

The man laughed.

"Alright, but first thing tomorrow morning, I want to see you here, understand?" the man asked.

"Gotcha'!" she yelled, running through the double doors leading to the parking lot.

It's not like that movie is going to do that well anyway, she thought to herself. But, anything is worth the money now.

OOO

Peter walked around his apartment room, feeling around in his pocket for the ring he was going to propose to Mary Jane with.

Where could she- Peter's thoughts were cut off, as the front door opened up, and Mary Jane stepped in, happy as ever.

"Ready to go?" he asked her.

"Shouldn't' I get some better clothes on?" she asked him back.

"Remember," he said, smiling. "We're going to go for a-"

"Swing, I know," she said, laughing. "I just wasn't sure if- okay let's just go."

Peter grabbed her jacket from the coat rack standing up like a lamp, gave it to her, and then grabbed his own. After putting it on, he opened the front door, and the two left.

OOO

Mary Jane clung to Peter's back tightly, as they swung through the cool crisp air of Manhattan.

Peter was thinking about the last time they had done this. Harry, dressed up as the New Goblin, attacked the two of them, and practically killed them.

That won't happen this time, Peter thought. He swung high above the streets, so nobody could easily identify them.

Like it's easy to identify two people swinging at break-neck speeds, even if their close to the ground, Peter thought t himself.

He decided to talk to Mary Jane, so the time would go by faster.

"Hey," he called to her. "How are things at work?"

"Well, we just started filming for that movie I was telling you about," Mary Jane told him, hanging on tighter and tighter.

"Oh, you mean, 'Radioactive Cop'?" Peter said, laughing and making his voice change as he said the title.

"Oh, shut up," Mary Jane said laughing, playfully hitting his arm.

Within a few minutes, they both landed on the side of the Chrysler Building, looking at all of the beautiful stars up in the sky.

"It's beautiful," Mary Jane began. "Isn't it?"

"No more beautiful than you are," Peter said, kissing his girlfriend. He put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her closer to him.

Suddenly, in the sky, what seemed to be a shooting star, flew through the sky.

"Well, make a wish," Peter said, laughing. "Just don't say it out loud."

I wish, Mary Jane started to think. That Peter would ask me to marry him soon, no matter what the situation is.

"Okay," she told him, flashing her teeth. "I just hope it comes true."

OOO

A few miles off, in Central Park, the 'shooting star', crashed into the ground, sending off a tiny light, that couldn't be seen if to far away.

Luckily, the sound was loud enough, for practically anyone to hear, not that many were listening to it.

Peter's head shot straight up.

"What was that?" he asked Mary Jane.

"I don't know," she replied truthfully.

"Maybe we should go-"

"Check it out?" she finished for Peter, already figuring what he was going to say.

"Yea," he said, throwing her over his shoulder. He went into a free-fall, but not before telling her to, "Hang on so tight, that I can't breathe!"

They fell, almost fifty stories, before Peter shot off a web-line, as they swung through the air once more.

OOO

Where the rock had landed in the ground, black ooze began to slither away from the spot. The rock was now disintegrated, but the hole and ooze remained.

Within minutes, Peter and Mary Jane landed on the ground, spotting the hole.

"Check it out," he said. "That's weird…"

He tried to look inside the hole, but the growing darkness prevented him from seeing much.

"Well, it's not ordinary for a shooting star to crash into the ground like that," Peter told her. "But, it's not really ordinary for a guy to have spider-powers either."

Suddenly, Peter felt something touch his leg.

"What is it?" he asked her.

"What?" she asked. "I didn't say anything."

"Oh, I thought you- nevermind," he said. "Let's just go home…"

I wish I would have wished for more time, Peter thought, sad about the missed opportunity to ask his true love, to marry him.

Maybe next time he'll ask me, Mary Jane thought to herself, hopping onto Peter's back, and not ready to go home.

There's Always Next Time…