(Peter's pov)

It's been 18 months since George was born. Gwen and I have moved to Brooklyn, we told her mom that we wanted a home that felt more like ours (in actuality, Gwen quickly got annoyed with her mother comming over all the time and pretty much micro-managing everything we did.) with the money I saved from working at the daily bugle and Gwen still collecting what she calls "keeping your mouth shut money" from oscorp, along with her unemployment money after she quit her job there.

We ended up buying a 2,200 square foot, three bedroom, two bathroom, two-story house; we didn't really care that muchabout the details, we just wanted to make sure that it was a nice neiborhood and that it had a backyard for George to play in when he got bigger.

"Peter, Peter, come on its time to get up." Gwen said sweatly, "mmmmpppppphhhh" Peter said, trying to form words in his semi-councious state. "You can sleep in tomarrow, that's what Saturday's are for." Gwen said, pulling the sheets off of him. "what time is it?" Peter said, finaly standing up. "8:45" Gwen said, "Oh shit." Peter said, running to the bathroom and grabbing a shower towel as Gwen chuckled behind him.

15 minutes later, Peter found Gwen in the kitchen, feeding George his breakfast. Gwen was still attempting to get George to say actual words, even though everyone they know has said that it's up to the baby when they want to start talking, which Gwen tried not to listen to. George already knew how to walk, but unfortunately for Gwen, since George has some of Peter's abilities, she would tend to have a hard time catching up with him when he would start climbing on the walls. Peter and Gwen's main comfort was that someday they'd be laughing about it.

As Peter walked out the door, he was suddenly stopped by Gwen, "Hey, try NOT to get killed out there, bugboy." Gwen said softly, before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll do my best" Peter said in a joking manner as he walked out the door.


Thank God for Gwen; if it weren't for her, I'd probably wouldn't be up for another two hours, and I probably wouldn't have the job at all if Gwen didn't give me the confidence to interview for it. I'm spider-man's personal photographer, it's a pretty easy job since I'm LITERALY getting paid just to take pictures of myself in my suit. Almost every day, people ask me how I'm able to get the shots I bring in, especially when I'm able to get a shot of spider-man on the very top of the Empire State building, its no big deal, all I have to do is swing to the top of the building put a camera on the pole, and set the timer.

As I drove to the Biugle, I began hearing what sounded like police care crashing, people screaming, and a loud roar. "please don't let this be what I think it is." I said, climbing up a building and putting on my suit; and sure enough, it was...RHINO! Yeah, I'm gonna be late.

"great, I'm definitely gonna be late today" I said, under my breath. Rhino stood at about 10 feet tall, he was wearing a mechanized suitwhich was mostly grey but with a hint of blue, and he had two large horns on his head, whichwere right on top of each other. It looked like he'd knocked over 3 police cars, and threw another one into a building; the police attempted to shoot him down but their bullets just bounced right off of him, which pissed him off even more.

He started throwing cars at me when he saw me, but I dodged all of them, then he ran right towards me, horns-first, but I did a front-flip just before he got me, which got him stuck in a wall. Within ten seconds, he was able to get his horns out of the building. "well, it looks like the mechanized hippo is at it again." I quipped. "I AM NOT A HIPO, DAMNIT, IM A FUCKING RHINO!". He screamed, "Jezz, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" I replied, which made him charge at me again but I threw a car at him which knocked him down.

Just when I thought the fight was over, he threw the car off of himself and made another charge at me; as I started to jump out of the way, he grabbed both of my legs with one hand "MY TURN" he yelled, throwing me onto a truck, 50 feet away. He jumped and landed right next to me, his foot came down in an attempt to stomp me but I quickly rolled away which made his foot stomp through almost 3 feet underground, which gave me the advantage. I used as much webbing as possible to tie him up and hang him by the legs on top of the nearest skyscraper, but not before I took out the battery for his suit.

I arrived at the bugle about 15 minutes later, and surprisingly, JJ was actually in a calmer mood than usual, apparently his wife is making him take pills to control his anger but mostly for his blood pressure. "For once, I'm impressed, Parker; these shots ain't that bad." JJ said, with a cigar hanging from his mouth. He gave me about $350 for the shots I took of the Rihno after I tied him up, I guess my tardiness was unnoticed.

Gwen was always worried about Peter, even though he agreed to dial down on being spider-man after George was born (he would only help out if he was sure the police couldn't handle it) Gwen still felt like something terrible as going to happen, and there would be nothing she could do to help. The 3 seconds it took Peter to walk through the front door every night would feel like hours for Gwen, she didn't know what he was going to look like when he walked in, it could just be a bruise and it would make he nearly have a panic attack.

Gwen felt a huge wave of relief when Peter walked in without any noticeable injuries. Peter swooped her in his arms and kissed her as if they hadn't seen each other in a thousand years. After they put George to bed, they eat dinner together, then watched a movie on the couch. It was just some crappy Sarah Jessica Parker movie,which they both secretly hated but they were just glad to be next to each other again. The next thing they knew, it was morning. Apparently the girl from sex and the city knows how to make people fall asleep.