"Peter! Time to get up!" Called Aunt May's voice from down stairs to a reluctant Peter. "And before you ask, NO you cannot have five more minutes! Breakfast is ready for when you come down!" Peter swung his legs over the edge of the bed and went to the door before noticing his attire.

"Shit! Better change, can't let Aunt May see me in this!" He laughed half heartedly. Once he had stripped off the hot spandex and put it in its place behind the blinds. "I really need to wash that, I've stopped wearing it under my clothes because it smells so bad." He mumbled to himself before slipping out the door and down to the dining room. Aunt May had cooked waffles. "Mmm Aunt May, you should've told me you had made waffles, I could've been down here in record time."

"Well Peter, you should be down here in record time regardless." She poked fun at him and slapped another waffle on his place. "Eat up and then off to school!" she smiled and walked to her room to get ready for work. The Parkers were a bit tight on money of late, so Peter had been desperately looking for a job, one that actually pays.

Peter finished his waffles and cleaned off the plate before grabbing his backpack and shooting out the door. "Bye Aunt May! I love you!"

"Goodbye Peter! BE CAREFUL!" she put great emphasis on the last part, just to be sure. Peter whizzed down the street on his skateboard at speeds no human on a skateboard should ever attempt, occasionally using the discreet bio-cable round to propel him forwards a bit faster. He was moving faster than some of the cars driving past causing a few people to stare.

"Maybe I should slow down, I'm attracting attention." He mumbled to himself for a while longer before hearing a cry for help.

"Help please! That man has my purse!" Peter saw a very badly dressed man approaching him quickly with a purple handbag. "Stop him! Please!" a quick flashback occurred in Peters mind for a split second.

"Hey kid! A little help?!" The long haired store owner requested arrogantly.

"Sorry.. Not my policy." Peter retorted angrily, this man had been a complete ass to him. He deserved this.

BANG!

The Man with the purse was a mere 6 feet away from Peter before he snapped out of it.

"Kid! Move or I will bowl you down!" the Man threatened quickly, but Peter stood his ground, the man tried to shoulder barge him but to no end, it ended badly on the thief's part. He hit the ground with a loud thud, and Peter just ripped the purse from his grasp. He jogged over to the Woman and handed her it back.

"Thank you so much! How can I ever repay you?" The woman fretted gratefully reaching into her purse to look for some money. Peter stopped her hand and smiled his trademark lopsided grin.

"No need Ma'am, my only repayment is that another lowlife like him got stopped in his tracks." He smiled again and began to walk off, jumping back on his board and shooting off. "I might actually need to web myself faster now, that set me back 10 minutes." He sling-shot himself forward again, reaching the school only five minutes late.

There were only a few stray students rushing to their lockers to retrieve their forgotten books and papers. So Peter knew he wouldn't be TOO late. Finding his class and looking through the window towards the teacher to make sure she wasn't in the middle of something. The teacher looked like she was interruptible so he burst through the door.

"Tardiness is not a good thing Mr Parker." she scolded him thoroughly making a few of the students chuckle.

"I'm sorry Ma'am, I promise it won't happen again." he smiled half heartedly and sat in his desk, catching a glare from Gwen.

"Don't make promises you can't keep Mr Parker." His eyes widened, this was a perfect set up, it fell into his lap, he didn't even have to think. It was now or never. He leaned forward ever so slightly. And whispered...

"But those are the BEST kind."

Her shoulders rose slightly. Tensing a slight amount. He knew this wasn't a distasteful tense, she was smiling, just a small smile. His class flew bye quicker than it came, and soon enough the bell for second track was tainting the quiet air. Gwen was the second to last person to leave the classroom. The last of course being Peter. He stood up and walked towards the door but first noticing a small snippet of paper on Gwen's desk, addressed to him.

Peter,

Fire escape,

10:30 pm

We need to talk.

Gwen Stacy

xo

He couldn't help but chuckle at the 'xo' at the end, he knew he did the right thing, but his conscience was telling him it was disloyal to Captain Stacy. "I'm sorry Mr Stacy, but this is her life." He said to himself quietly before heading to his next class.

The day went all too quickly for Peter Parker. Bio, Chem, History and he had a free track last so he decided to go home. Instead of rushing home like he usually would, he walked, slowly, wasting as much time as he could until later this evening was first on his list.

"Might do a quick patrol before I go to Gwen's." He mumbled to himself as he walked through the front door. Climbing the stairs and grabbing his suit. He slipped it on and packed some civilian clothing into his backpack before zipping off out the window. The patrol was relatively boring, well, that's an understatement. It was MIND NUMBING! Peter thought patrols would pass the time, what a crock! There was nothing going on! AT ALL. But it was 9 :30 and he still had an hour to kill so Peter decided to humor someone, he swung down to Burger King, Fully suited and ordered a Whopper and ate it. He pulled the mask just above his mouth and he had a good time! Soon enough it was 10:30 and Peter needed to get dressed. On the rooftop across from Gwen's window was a nice place.

He dropped down from the roof onto her escape with a small thud, and saw her face light up like a christmas tree. 'This seems all to familiar.' he smiled to himself.