A/N: This chapter is in Peter's POV which gives you an insight into what's been going through his head recently. The next chapter will be a big one, but I am going on holiday so I won't actually be able to update for another 2 weeks. SORRY! Hopefully you enjoy this though (:

And thanks for the reviews!


What the hell am I doing?

This was all that ran through Peter's mind as he repositioned himself at the top of the stadium. Yes, the stadium; the Shea stadium where a baseball game was going on. He was perched on the top, getting a perfect bird-eye view of the game, but that wasn't what he was interested in at all. He was searching the seats, looking for her.

Peter got this crazy idea to basically spy on Gwen – although he disliked calling it spying – when he had discovered that she was attending that night's baseball match earlier that day. Of course simply going to watch the game wasn't what had been constantly bugging him since lunch time. She was going with Flash… He thought this pairing was odd and obviously jealously was the main reasoning for that.

He continued scanning the audience, shuffling around the edge, so more of the seats could be revealed. He didn't know what he was going to achieve by doing this? If he saw them kiss then it would make him more depressed than he currently was… but it might just make him let go of her. He knew one of the major reasons for him still silently pining for her was because he knew she still wanted him. Or perhaps he would see her and Flash were just friends and he could continue to mope around in peace.

He kept working his way around the edge, finally glimpsing her blonde hair. She was smiling, she was happy. He frowned before realizing that Flash wasn't even there, but she was with another guy. He leaned in more closely, examining the guy… no, boy who she stood with. His lips slowly crept upwards as he remembered this was in fact her brother. He sat backwards, forgetting for a moment that this didn't really change anything.

That stupid promise, he thought miserably. He had almost gone back on it, because nothing too bad was happening in the city, nothing he couldn't easily handle. He thought he had learned how to take care of himself and her too. He didn't think Gwen's father would have liked seeing Gwen so miserable as well. He had told her, 'But those are the best kind.' His heart grew lighter as he saw her smile at that and he knew he had won her back. It was simple.

Then of course that night he formed a new enemy, somebody who appeared out of nowhere. He was dealing with a pair of incredibly slow-witted car thieves when he saw a man walk – with ease - through fire to get to him. He was taken so by surprise that he did nothing to defend himself. He had gripped Peter's arm with his own hand and all Peter could remember was feeling a burning situation. As soon as he let go Peter sprung into action and managed to hold this guy back, but after being knocked down, this guy flew away before Peter could do any real damage.

Peter then knew he couldn't do this to Gwen, not when there was a guy that Peter wasn't sure how to handle. He figured one day they could, but after he was surer of himself and he had gotten rid of this guy. However it got worse with the bank and the Bugle News HQ getting explosions and fires that caused the death of many innocents. Peter was wracked with guilt when this happened, he should have been able to stop it… He was Spider-Man. He couldn't get ever track this guy though and turned up too late to the scenes of the crimes. It really didn't help that the media and police were against him too.

So basically this changed nothing. All this meant was that for now he could still pretend that he was kind of, but not really, with her.

"Spider-Man," He heard a growl say his name in the way of the greeting and he snapped his head around to see Burn. He was standing there in his black trench coat which didn't give away his ability to fly with his high-powered jetpack. His face, like Peter's, was covered, but with the use of a regular ski-mask which took away some of his seriousness as a professional villain which was probably what he was aiming for.

"Burn," He said smoothly, rising and cocking his head sideways. "I'm glad you're showing a bit more interest in this relationship, I was starting to think I would have to do all the chasing."

He used many hand gestures as he joked about. Burn's mouth was still visible, so Peter could see the sly smile creep up on his face. Burn then held up his hand and a bolt of fire came out of it. Despite how fast it happened, Peter jumped up in time to dodge it. He shot out a biocable web which connected him to the side of the building, so he was dangling just below the top of the stadium. Burn glided down to meet his level, pushing him into the middle of the arena, where they continued to dangle in the air.

"Okay, I'm fine with skipping the small talk and jumping straight to the physical side," Peter choked out as Burn held one hand on his shoulder and one grasping around his neck. Peter didn't even have time to react to the fact that Burn was able to create fireballs from his hands. This made things more complicated. Now he felt the familiar burning sensation around his neck and he grimaced in pain.

"How the hell did you know I would be here?" He shouted, letting go of the hand around his neck, extending his hand backwards before colliding his fist with Peter's face. He tried to wriggle himself out of Burn's grasp, but it was proving exceedingly more difficult. He glanced below to see that they were ultimately floating downwards.

"Big crowd and you seem like an attention seeker," Peter commented, before Burn shook his head and punched once again.

"You don't know the half of it," He grumbled, relentlessly battering him now. As he concentrated on this, Peter continued to pull free from his hold and eventually managed to break out. He quickly realized he hadn't thought this through, as there was nothing close enough to attach his biocable to. He ended up continuing to fall downwards about fifty feet before crashing to the ground. He weakly lifted his eyes to see players running off the pitch and could see Burn landing in an almost graceful manner for such a bulky man next to him.

"I thought spiders weren't supposed to fall," Burn said in his booming voice, working up a slow laugh. Peter pushed himself up with his hands and staggered towards Burn. He carelessly threw what looked like a handheld grenade behind them. Screams began to erupt in the crowd as people couldn't leave the stadium fast enough.

"Do we really have to make a scene here?" Peter said, slightly out of breath. Burn turned his attention back to Peter creating fire-bolts from his hands again, so Peter had to dodge them all. Peter reacted by shooting a web at Burn's face so it covered his mask and he was momentarily blind.

He took this as an opportunity to make sure Gwen wasn't still there. He scanned the crowd desperately, as he didn't know how long that web would stop Burn. His eyes finally rested on hers and she looked terrified as she stared back at him. He briefly caught her brothers pulling her away so he knew she would be able to get out. He snapped his head back towards Burn who had broken free and was trying to cause more havoc. He himself was scanning the crowd as if searching for somebody, but Peter crashed into Burn, bringing him to the ground. Burn held his hand upwards and Peter instantly knew this meant he was going to try shooting fire in his face. He pressed Burn's hand backwards so it was aiming at his eyes. He yelled out in pain, stopping his fiery glow and pushing Peter off him angrily. Burn looked up at the VIP box of seats, before flying off.

Peter groaned in pain as he tried to stand up. The crowd of people was thinning out now and unlike previous times, it didn't look as if anybody had been severely hurt. He aimed at the top of the building before he swung up to the top again. He glanced around him, searching for a sign of Burn, but after finding nothing he sat down again and rubbed his face where he had been punched over and over again. He heard the screams outside of the stadium and the sound of police sirens; he took that as his sign to get out of there. Another spectacle he would be shown as the bag guy he imagined.

He began to swing between buildings, his mind on his bed and how he couldn't wait to feel comfort once more. The screams began to die down as he made his way through the city. He glanced down for a split second and his eye caught onto a blonde girl; she was getting into a taxi along with her brothers. At least she hadn't stuck around, he thought to himself, she did the smart thing for her brothers. He realized he had been staring at the spot she just been in for a moment too long, as he heard the police sirens once more, they were gaining on him. He swung between the building he had been lingering at and another opposite him when he felt a shot of agony. He grimaced as he glanced down at the police cars that had stopped and some were aiming at him. He continued to move and tried to look as if they hadn't got him.

He knew as soon as he felt the sudden pain that he had been shot. It was in his leg, so it wasn't deadly, he wouldn't die. However it was strange that the first thought he had when he looked down and saw the blood, wasn't about the pain or the hospital expenses or what would his Aunt think? It was simple, just one word that kept repeating over and over in his head, Gwen…

Somewhere between getting shot and thinking of her, he ended up outside her window. He propped himself up against her sill, waiting for her to come back home. After ten minutes he was beginning to regret this choice, because what was this doing to her? He had recently given her endless mixed signals, and now he was showing up at her window like he had done when they were together. Her father had just died and now he was coming to her in the worst state she had ever seen him in. He concluded this was the most selfish thing he had done in an extremely long time. Even though he came to this conclusion, he couldn't bring himself to leave. Besides as soon as he saw her enter the room, his regrets and pain subsided.