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Peter shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. MJ stood in front of him expectantly. Her arms were folded over her chest and he curly brown hair bounced in front of her face. MJ looked perfect as the light bounced off of her flawless skin.
"Are you going to stand there and stare at me all day, Peter, or are you going to say something?" she finally asked bringing Peter back from his dazed state.
"Um yeah yeah…" Peter started. He was really nervous. He'd made a quick recovery last week after getting stabbed, but he had still missed a couple days of school. He wasn't able to come back until Wednesday and he missed a bunch of notes. This was the first time he'd talked to her since she discovered his secret identity and then kissed him. "I was just like wondering," he stammered, "if maybe you liked me?" Peters voice raised an octave higher as he tried to spit out those last few words. Michelle Jones, liking him, the loser Peter Parker. Even if he was Spider-Man nobody else would ever be able to know.
"No. I kissed you because I think your a repulsive piece of shit," MJ replied sarcastically. Peter laughed nervously.
"Then I was just wondering… I'd maybe you'd like to go on a date with me?" Peter said trying his best to sound confident.
"No," Michelle responded almost immediately. "But I'm sure you'd love to go on a date with me. So I'll pick you up friday at 8." With that Michelle turned on her heel and headed to class.
Holy crap! Peter thought to himself I'm going out with Michelle Jones!
Peter hurried to class to tell Ned what had just happened. This was going to be a great day.
The rest of Wednesday and Thursday passed slowly. Minutes dragged on as the clock slowly ticked indicating another second had passed. Tonight was going to be great. First off, Peter was finally going to be able to patrol tonight. Tony hadn't let him go out for a few days after the whole hacking into a multi-million dollar suit thing.
Peter had the whole thing planned out. He packed a bag with some decent clothes and his suit and left it in his locker. He would go out as Spider-Man until 7:30 and then change for his date with MJ. For once everything seemed to go smoothly. Tonight was an easy night. There were a couple muggings and a bike thief, but other than that nothing major. Peter quickly swung home after his patrol changing in the alleyway so it didn't seem so suspicious. After that he just waited for Michelle to come pick him up. She arrived around 8:15. Apparently she had been reading a good book and lost track of time.
They arrived at a restaurant and walked in. It was a small little cafe perfect for them since neither had a whole lot of money. Peter ordered a coffee and MJ got a cup of tea. The two sat there making small talk. Everything seemed to be going great.
"So how did you get your powers?" MJ asked. The curiosity had been killing her the whole night, but she didn't want Peter to think she only liked him because of Spider-Man.
"I was bitten by a radioactive spider after our visit to the lab last year," Peter responded referencing the field trip the class went on. "I felt really sick for a few days, but then I woke up one morning with powers." He went on smiling. MJ wasn't asking him as many questions as Ned had which was a major relief. She also spoke softly so that no one could hear her, unlike Ned who ended up telling the whole class he knew Spider-Man. Peter laughed at the memory before turning back to the conversation.
He was having a great time. MJ was amazing. She was funny, interesting, and mysterious. Nothing could have ruined the moment. Or at least that's what he thought until the hairs on the back of his neck began to stand up. Peter immediately looked around for danger. His entire body tensed in preparation of a fight. Michelle waved her hand in front of his face.
"Peter, what's wrong?" She asked.
"I don't know. I have this sixth sense that tells me when danger is around," Peter responded. He wasn't really paying attention to MJ. He shook his head cursing at himself. What the hell was he doing just standing here? He had to get MJ out of there now.
"Let's go he said," grabbing her by the arm and pulling her towards her car.
"Where?" MJ asked. "Are you sure you know what's going…" MJ was cut off by an explosion shattering her windshield. She screamed. Peter acted quickly. He ushered MJ to a nearby alley and quickly put on his suit and mask.
"Run," he told her before swinging away. He made his way back out to the parking lot surveying the situation. His spidey sense went off just in time for him to leap out of the way of another bomb.
"Spider-Man," a voice boomed. "Not exactly the hero we were trying to draw out." The man continued shooting a stream of bullets. Peter ran to find cover, a bullet grazed his thigh, but he webbed it up to prevent too much blood from escaping and turned back to the problem at hand.
Peter webbed up the gun pulling it away from the man and swung down to confront him. He was really big. He towered over Peter like a mountain. He wore a skull mask over his face and a white cloak. A sword hung from his belt. He held a shield and a bow and quiver lay on his back. This would be a difficult fight.
The man the the first punch, Peter dodged it easily and tried to counter. He kicked the man in the face before sliding behind him to hit him over the back of the head, only instead the man grabbed his foot and threw him up against a lamp post. Peter felt the back of his head slam up against the metal light as the world briefly became out of focus. Peter got up and decided to make an attack from a longer distance. He shot a web at the man's hand and pulled him forward landing a swift kick to the gut. But the man quickly got up kicking Peter to the side before punching him quickly in the side. He grabbed Peter's arm and yanked it hard.
Peter crippled to the floor in pain as his shoulder was removed from it's socket with a sickening crack. The man pushed Peter against the floor hitting him repeatedly in the head. He grabbed his sword from his belt and Peter tried to move, but the man drove it down through Peter's leg. He walked to the otherside of Peter, crunching his knee beneath his boots. The bones could be heard snapping in half and Peter cried out in pain.
Above him, the man was ready to give one final blow before being knocked off of Peter. His vision blurred in and out of focus. At first he thought it might be Tony. But the iron man suit was nowhere in sight. Struggling to stay awake, Peter watched the villain retreat as a the other man ran over to Peter's injured form. The world blurred before turning black completely as Peter slipped into unconsciousness.
When Peter woke up, he wasn't sure where he was. His entire body was filled with pain. A low rumble came from somewhere, it sounded like an engine. Suddenly Peter realized he didn't have his mask on it sat on a chair on the other side of the room. Panicking, he tried to sit up, but ended up screaming in pain instead. His legs hurt like hell and his shoulder was excruciating.
"Natasha, get back here he's awake," someone called. Two figure came into view holding Peter down as he writhed in pain. Those two people were none other than Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff.
Tony's first reaction when he got an alert that Peter was in trouble was to roll his eyes in annoyance. God, it seemed like this kid got himself almost killed on a weekly basis. Sighing, Tony got into his suit and flew over to where the suit had last been recorded. The tracking device must have been damaged because it hadn't updated in a few minutes.
That was not a good sign so Tony flew more quickly trying to keep himself calm. But when he arrived to see blood pooling on the floor and no Peter, that panic turned into fear. Peter was gone. And Tony couldn't save him in time.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I will be posting a sequel soon. It will be called Safe House. So keep an eye out for that. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. I loved writing it! Please let me know what you thought, and I will post the sequel soon. Until next time.