Author's Note: Thank you all you kind (and not so kind) reviewers who both complimented my writing and reprimanded me for my blatant and obnoxious begging for attention. I'll try to be less needy (HA).Well, the real purpose for this author's note is to tell you guys that I might not be updating very quick for the next two weeks because I'm interning at a local magazine, and I sit at a desk and write all day, so when I get home from my 6 hour shift, I usually cant string together to coherent sentences. Anyway, here's the next chapter! R&R please! (This is a non-obnoxious plea for attention, just for you miss Forever Day-Dreaming Jenn)

I spin around to see that that scary voice wasn't addressing me, but that the threatening statement it made was directed towards a small, helpless looking old woman. I gather my courage and look around the darkness searching for a street sign to indicate our whereabouts, grab my phone and the canister of pepper spray I always carry in my purse from the inside of my shoulder bag, and take a shallow breath as I approach the man. I dial 911 on my phone and press the green call button on my phone and mentally cross my fingers and hope that what I'm going to do next will work.

I tap the man with the hulking figure on the shoulder, and spray a dark noxious cloud of pepper spray straight into his face. As soon as the 911 operator answers my call, I yell "Help! There's a burglar mugging an old lady on Huckabee and Ninth in Queens!" into the receiver and punch the red End Call button on my phone, throwing it back into my purse. The massive thug rubs his face and yells in agony, quickly stomping towards my direction. He swings his arms around and almost hits me before I sidestep his blow.

He keeps approaching towards me and I try not to make a noise as I back away from him. The old lady just watches him approach me, paralyzed with fear, and I try to silently signal her to run away and try to find help but she remains planted in her position. Suddenly, the thug thrusts his right fist powerfully in my direction but before his fist could make contact with my, a tall silhouette drops down from above and takes the blow.

Spiderman pushes the thug onto the wall and webs him tight to it and turns around to face me. I smile as the familiar figure towers over me and Peter's voice asks, "You alright miss?" I giggle and nod, but then remember that there's a traumatized old lady in the corner of this alleyway watching us. I walk towards her and Spiderman follows my lead.

"Are you okay, Ma'am?" Spiderman asks, reaching out to the old lady who smiles in response.

"Yes, young man. Thanks for swooping in before that thug was able to hurt this kind young lady."

"It's my job, ma'am." Spiderman replies. "Would you like to wait here to file an official police report or would you like me to escort you somewhere." I smile big at my Spiderman's adorable courtesy towards this old woman

"No thanks sonny, I'll wait right here with this thug for the cops, but can I give you a piece of advice?"

"You sure can ma'am!"

"Tone down your flashy suit. It's a bit too tacky for my superhero taste." I let out a loud laugh and Spider laughs too and nods.

"Sure thing ma'am." He says, giving her a little bow. "Would you like to be escorted anywhere, miss?"

"No thanks, I'm good Spidey."

"I actually don't think you are. How about I escort you home." And before I can protest, he takes me by the waist and climbs up a wall, then throwing a web and setting us swinging in the cool night time air.

As soon as we get far from the scene of the crime. I unmask him and fix his hair, and he turns his face to wink at me. After we go to the usual roof top where he stows his backpack and a few more minutes of swinging from building to building towards my apartment complex, we land on my roof. I hop out of his one arm hold around my waist and finger comb my hair straight.

"I had that robbery covered man! Why did you have to steal my thunder?" I say jokingly as I push him backwards. He laughs and said, "I couldn't let you murder him slugger, you gotta learn to control that anger of yours. Now let's get you home." He starts off in the direction of the fire escape that leads to my room but I take his arm. "Nope. We're doing this properly. I want to feed you right, so you gotta come through the front door."

"Do I gotta?" He whines and gives me an exaggerated pout, making me giggle as I nod at him.

"But you gotta change first."

"Yes ma'am!" He says, taking out his t-shirt and jeans and unballing them. He wears them over his Spandex Spidey suit and I try to smooth out the wrinkles from his shirt as best as I could. He takes me by the waist again and then steps off the roof's ledge, throwing a web to ease our decent into the dark alley at the side of my building.

I pray that no one saw us as we come out of the alley and head towards the entrance to the lobby of my building. I smile at the doorman as me and Peter enter my building hand in hand, and he gives me a small nod in return but stares at Peter with a stoney face as they make eye contact. We hurry into the elevator and as soon as the doors slam shut, Peter looks at me and says, "That man still is as intimidating as hell." We both burst into a fit of giggles.

We giggle until the elevator dings open and Peter gestures at me to go first. "Ladies first." I give him a mock curtsey and walk out of the elevator and to my door, and look for my keys in my bag. I unlock the house door to discover that everyone's asleep. It must be later than I though, so I take a peek at the clock and see that it reads 12:47. Whoops. I take Peter's hand and gesture at him to keep quiet. We tiptoe to my room hand in hand and I shut the door. Peter plops down on my bed and says, "What was the point of coming through the door like normal people if no one's awake?" He mumbles. "So my mom can hear that I came into the house, smarty pants." I say, leaving the room and heading to the kitchen.

I get to the kitchen and open up the fridge and take out a plate of cheese, some bread and the bottle of ketchup, and as I quietly shut the fridge door, I feel a pair of arms snake around my waist. But the sudden contact shocks me, so I let out a gasp and the food falls out of my hands, but Peter catches them before they fall to the ground. "I just wanted to eat too." Peter whispers into my ear, but the sound of a door opening interrupts my giggling.

"Gwen? When did you get ho-, Oh. Hello Peter."