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Everyone looked around, totally confused. Nobody knew that Spider-Man attended their school, let alone that it was Peter ****ing Parker. "So here's how it's gonna work," the man continued in his deep, gruff voice. "I get an answer, now, and nobody gets hurt." The room stayed absolutely silent, no one daring to even breathe.

Peter was having an inner panic attack. Oh God, oh God oh God. He was too far from the door to sneak out and change into Spider-Man, and he sure as heck couldn't reveal himself, that's exactly what these men wanted! But if he didn't, then his classmates, his friends might get hurt. He couldn't let that happen either. He glanced at Ned for help, but his best friend looked too panicked to be able to think straight.

MJ looked around, frowning. "I think it's kind of obvious that no one knows who Spider-Man is," she stated loudly, and in less than a second all eyes were on her. "Sooo… hate to break it to you, but we can't help you in your little search. Valiant effort, though."

One of the men raised his gun towards her, and a flash of panic ran though Peter. No, no, no, no. The leader guy signalled for him to lower the gun, and the superhero released a small sigh of relief. Thank God.

"You've got one minute before we open fire!" the man roared, and that was when the students began to panic even more. Small whimpers, gasps, and a few girls started crying. Everyone had similar expressions, though — looks of horror and fear spread across their faces.

The panic and fear rose in Peter's throat, and he nearly found himself throwing up. Luckily, he swallowed it back, taking a deep breath. He couldn't reveal himself, but he couldn't not help. What could he do? The situation looked horribly hopeless.

He noticed, after a second, that Ned was looking at him, and once he made eye contact, the 'Guy in the Chair' gestured with his eyes at Peter's watch. It took Peter a minute to realize what his best friend was trying to tell him, but once again found himself worried about the decision. Pressing the panic button would get them help, and probably pretty dang fast, but wouldn't everyone wonder about how on earth Iron Man just happened to show up to save the day?

Ned gave him a pleading look, begging him to press it. The situation was hopeless, it was the only thing he could do. With a deep, silent breath, Peter pressed the button.

"THIRTY SECONDS!"

The only problem was, there was no way that anyone would get there fast enough before all hell was brought down on the cafeteria full of students. There had to be something, anything that Peter could do. Why wasn't his brain working? He saved people all the time, he should know what to do! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

His heart was racing, he still felt like he was going to throw up, his head was pounding, and he couldn't remember the last time that he had felt so utterly hopeless. It was useless, he thought, there was nothing he could do. Innocent people were going to be injured, maybe even killed, because he was an idiot and couldn't figure out a way to save them.

While Ned was taking deep breaths to calm himself, MJ simply looked pissed. Calm, but still pissed. Please, Peter thought, wishing not for the first time that he had telepathic abilities instead of spider themed ones, just don't do anything stupid…

"FIFTEEN SECONDS!" the man yelled, and by now you could tell that he was losing his patience.

Peter felt like he was going to cry. Bad things were about to happen, and it was all his fault. He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. There was nothing he could do, oh God, there was nothing he could do…

"FIVE SECONDS!"

Trembling, the spider themed superhero counted the seconds in his head, and just as it got one, MJ shot out of her seat. "I KNOW WHO HE IS!" she yelled, right as the men started to raise their guns. The leader gestured for them to lower the weapons, and nodded for her to continue. "He's my neighbor, lives alone," she began, her voice steady and convincing. If Peter didn't know any better, he would have thought she was telling the truth.

"And?"

"I — I don't know his last name, but his first name is Johnathon," she continued, clearing her throat, "he has blond hair. I've seen him crawling up the walls in his backyard, and shooting webs."

"And where can we find this, Johnathon?" he asked, crossing his arms in disbelief at the teen. Peter knew that she wouldn't be able to keep the lie up for long, and he needed to do something to stop anything else from happening. But what could he do? He was far too close to the middle of the room to sneak out, and getting caught would result in horrible consequences.

"He's — he's out of town…" her voice faltered, and Peter cringed, it didn't sound true, not at all. Besides, he had been out Spider-Manning that morning, and the previous night, so it couldn't have been true.

"Why thank you, my dear, for that wonderful information…" he said, his voice sickeningly sweet, and every ugly wrinkle on his face said that he didn't believe her. An ever so small smirk made itself present on his face. Peter realized what was going to happen too late. The man signalled, and in a split second, a deafening shot was fired.

No… no… no… he could barely hear the screams from several students, the instant panic that was finally let through its dam, like an overflowing river. Screams, shouts, shrieks, and more came from every direction, but for some reason they scarcely reached his ears. The bullet was moving so slowly. Why was it moving so slowly? Why was everything taking so long? All he could do was watch as it pierced through her skin, her body jerking back, and next thing he knew everything sped up, but he still couldn't move, too frozen with terror; she was thrown back onto the floor, like some sort of rag doll.

All around him, chaos ensued, but he didn't even notice. All he knew was that somehow he found himself on the floor, MJ in his arms, and tears streaming down his face. "M-MJ…" he whispered, his mind not processing anything that was happening quite right. Blood had already began to pool on the floor, but despite this, she gave him a half, weak smile.

"Hey…"

"MJ, it's—it's gonna be alright, y-you're gonna be okay," he choked, feelings and thoughts and pain coursing through him.

"Th-there was a reason they chose me for Decathlon c-captain, it's cause I'm smart enough to know things like this… th-that I'm not…"

"MJ please… y-you can't leave me…" he begged, his vision blurred by the rush of tears that wouldn't stop streaming down his face. And then he knew. Every interaction, every experience, every time they had seen each other, they all flashed through his head. Every single little moment he had ever shared with her, they all helped to shape his feelings today. He realized that Ned hadn't been joking; nobody had been joking, they were all just waiting for him to realize it himself, he had been to worried on what might happen that he convinced himself otherwise… "I-I love you…"

"Took long enough for you to realize it, loser…"

"MJ, MJ you're going to be okay, I won't let anything happen to you, it's all going to be okay, I promise, I prom-"

She silenced him, putting her finger to his lips. "P-peter… don't make promises you can't… can't keep…"

"B-but I will, I won't let anything happen, I won't…" God, he wanted to stay strong, he wanted to stay strong so badly, but he couldn't contain his whimper.

"I love you too… s-stay out of trouble wi-without me, yeah?"

"MJ, don't… don't say that… I… I'll find a way to help you…"

"P-promise me you won't stop… th-the world needs Spider-M—man…" she whispered to him. He looked into her eyes, those begging, pleading hazel eyes… and all he could do was give a small nod, not trusting his voice.

She reached up, softly placing her hand on the back of his neck. His brain went fuzzy as she pulled him down tenderly, and before he knew anything that was happening their lips met, and God it was unlike anything he had ever felt. Sparks exploded, if that's what you would call it, his heart was racing a thousand beats a minute, and suddenly, just like that, it was over, and God no it couldn't be over, but… it was.

She gave him a weak smile, her body shuddering with her final breath, her eyes fluttering shut, and just like that she was gone. No, no she couldn't be gone, she just couldn't, and God no this was a nightmare, please let this be a nightmare…

The tears came faster, he couldn't see anything, his vision was too blurred. His breathing was uneven, too quick, and he wondered for a split second if he was hyperventilating, but he didn't care, he just needed MJ back, she needed to be okay…

Everything faded around him, he couldn't hear the screaming anymore, all he could see was the girl he loved, not breathing, while he was breathing far too fast.

All he knew was that somehow he found himself on the floor, MJ in his arms, tears streaming down his face.)

THE END

I remembered after I spent a lot of time on this that orang3juic3 preferred happy endings... ha... oops.

Well, I really hope you like it anyway! For like, the first time ever, I'm really proud of something I've written! XD

How do you guys feel about a possible sequel? You know, about the super sad aftermath and more depressing things...

*removes hat, puts to heart* RIP Michelle Jones, she will be missed by many...

Alright, I'm bad at funerals, so that's all of *that* XD

Anyway, please review, it makes me happy :)

(If you enjoyed this, go check out more works by yours truly! 'Fan favorites' include "Well Now You Know" - A Spider-Man fanfic XD I know, I know, self promo is weird, so I'm gonna stop now XD)

Until next time, Kat signing off (for the last time on this sad little two-shot).