An Unexpected Visitor

A few days had passed since the night Peter got drunk at Flash Thompson's party. It was the night that MJ joined him for a few drinks. The night that MJ accompanied him to his apartment.

The night that they slept together.

Peter and MJ's biggest mistake.

Peter hadn't heard from MJ ever since the incident.

Peter didn't want to see her. Peter was sure that MJ didn't want to see him either.

Peter woke up the following morning after the night of Flash's party. His memory of most of the night had been wiped clean. All he did remember was going to the party and heading straight for the bar. He had just got out of bed when he realised that he was completely naked. Peter found this strange, as he normally slept with his clothes on. He then found the clothes he wore to the party on the floor, so he picked them up and put them in the laundry to clean. He had just returned to his room and got dressed when he realised that MJ was in his bed.

Peter did not understand why.

A terrible feeling then reached the pit of his stomach.

Was it possible that him and MJ had slept together?

"Nah, it couldn't be?" He thought.

Worried about what might've happened, Peter headed to the lounge room to sit and try to jog his memory.

"I must've been really drunk last night" he thought. Peter always said to himself in situations like these "if you can't remember something, retrace your every single step and eventually you'll remember." So he kept on trying to remember everything he did that night.

"I remember walking to the pub and heading straight for the bar where I had my first drink" he thought. "And after that, it was pretty much repetition, with all the drinking and that... Hold on... I remember... someone joining me... it was... a woman. A woman." It took Peter a few more tries to figure out who the woman was.

Then it hit him.

It was MJ.

Peter then tried to remember more, but his memory failed him.

"Man, this is bloody useless!" Peter growled, who then headed straight to the fridge for a drink. He was about to get a drink when these images appeared in his head.

Some horrible images.

Memories from last night.

Peter could now remember both him and MJ, both drunk, heading to his apartment, giggling and talking trash. An image then appeared in his head with Peter making a move on MJ, then he remembered..

"Oh, no, it couldn't be... It CAN'T BE!" Peter had remembered nearly every detail of His "steamy night" with MJ.

Peter's veins were now rushing with RAGE!

And before he knew it, he snapped.

Peter immediately stormed into his room and viciously started waking up MJ by shaking her body.

"Come on, get out. NOW!" MJ was awoken, but seemed slightly confused. She was obviously still recovering from her drunken night. She wasn't in her best state.

"Peter, wha... what is it?" Peter dragged her out of the bed.

"Get out now, and put some clothes on!" Shouted Peter. MJ had just realised that she was naked and felt rather embarrassed, so she immediately retrieved her clothes and put them back on. She was also shocked by Peter's vicious behaviour.

"Peter, why were you acting all viciously? And what was I doing in YOUR BED!?" MJ was getting very suspicious. "Peter, did we...?"

Peter just gave her an evil glare. MJ slapped her hands on her mouth.

"Oh, my god!" MJ was gobsmacked.

"Will you please leave?" Demanded Peter, pointing to the front door.

"Peter, we need to-"

"WILL YOU JUST GET OUT!?" Yelled Peter at the top of his voice.

"Fine" and with that, MJ left the apartment.

Peter sat himself on the sofa.

He felt ugly.

Ashamed of his actions.

Words couldn't describe Peter's guilt.

"I've betrayed Gwen" he whispered to himself. "Of all the nerve to do such a thing!" Every word Peter mouthed was joined by an increasing sense of anger, and before he knew it, he was throwing things all over the house. There were plates being smashed, curtains being dropped; Peter's apartment had become a wreck.

(A few hours later)

Peter spent the remainder of the day moping. He had not forgiven himself for sleeping with MJ. Peter was then even more annoyed when there was a loud knocking at the door.

"If it's MJ, I swear I'm going to..." Peter whispered to himself, and upon answering the door, it was.

"What do you want?" Snapped Peter.

"We need to talk, Peter" MJ informed.

"Well, guess what? I don't want to talk to YOU!" Peter slammed the door shut in MJ's face. MJ didn't leave, but kept banging on the door.

"Go away!" Demanded Peter.

"I'm not going until we talk" said MJ. Peter knew he had to give in, unfortunately. Peter viciously opened the door and demanded MJ to quickly come in and make it quick.

"Well, you've got something to say, haven't you? Go on, go on!" MJ wasn't enjoying Peter's attitude.

"Peter, today I remembered everything" informed MJ.

"Oh, did you, now?" Said Peter, sounding as mean as ever. "Well, GOOD FOR YOU!"

"Peter, calm down, alright? What happened last night was a mistake and it should never have happened."

"You're right. It SHOULD'NT HAVE HAPPENED!" Snapped Peter, still furious. "So, what? You came here to tell me this?!"

"Peter, this can't be left ignored" said MJ, sounding very informative.

"Why did you approach me in the first place? You knew I was drunk."

"Oh, so this is MY fault now? If you just let us help you instead of just getting yourself drunk, then this wouldn't have happened in the first place!" MJ was beginning to lose her cool.

"You know what's the worst part about this? Huh? I betrayed Gwen. I 'cheated' on her with 'you!'"

"Peter, you've got to let go. Gwen's gone!"

"Don't say-"

"It's the truth, Peter! It's been months now since Gwen died. Don't you think she would want you to move on with your life?"

"Quite frankly, MJ, I don't need you or anyone else telling me how to run my life, so why don't you just hassle some other poor sucker?" There was a moment's pause. MJ simply turned around and headed for the door.

"Oh, and Peter, one more thing; you were right about what you said about your apartment, only you weren't right enough; your home is a PIGSTY!" MJ then left, slamming the door behind her.

Peter had agreed to accompany his Aunt May as she went to the hospital for her regular check-up. Peter felt she was the only one who never let him down. She was the aunt that raised him for most of his life. He decided to hide his pain and anger for the sake of his aunt. Peter loved his aunt dearly. May had been very worried lately because her hearing wasn't as good as it used to be. It made Peter feel guilty about not checking up on her more regularly.

About feeling sorry for himself.

"Want a snack, Aunt May?" Asked Peter as they entered the hospital and approached the vending machine.

"No, thanks, dear, I'm fine" Replied May. Peter grabbed himself a packet of potato chips and then made his way to the receptionist with his Aunt May.

"Um, my aunt has an appointment" informed Peter to the receptionist.

"Patient's name, please?" Asked the receptionist.

"May Parker" Peter replied. The receptionist then began searching on her computer.

"Could I please have your aunt's appointment letter?" Asked the receptionist.

"Sure." Peter handed over the appointment sheet.

"Please take a seat and the doctor will be with you shortly" said the receptionist.

Peter and May took a seat and began waiting for the doctor. After only a few minutes, they were called in.

"Hello, Mrs. Parker, it's nice to see you again" greeted the doctor as they walked into the room.

"Doctor, this is my nephew, Peter" informed May to the doctor.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Parker. I'm Dr. Franco." Peter and the doctor shook hands. "Take a seat." Peter and May took their seats. "So, May, how have you been?"

"I've been fine, doctor" replied May, "though I have been a little worried about my hearing."

"What are your problems with your hearing?" Asked Dr. Franco.

"Well, my hearing isn't as good as it used to be. And also, sometimes I hear loud beeping noises in my ears. Should this be a concern, doctor?"

"Well, I'm not sure, but usually, it's only a temporary thing" answered Dr. Franco. "Before we do anything else, I'd like to follow the usual procedure, such as checking your weight, height, heartbeat and all that."

"Sure, doctor" replied May. So, with that, the doctor began checking May's height, weighed her on the scales, listened to her heartbeat, did a blood test, etc.

"Well," began Dr. Franco, "you seem to be in good shape, and your health's fine, but if you're really worried about your hearing, then I'd recommend sending you to a hearing specialist. If you want, I can organise an appointment for you today at this hospital."

"Really?" Asked May.

"We're not too busy today, so I'm sure we'd be able to fit you in."

"When?"

"As soon as possible, I presume."

"That's great." Dr. Franco began organising the appointment and handed them the appointment sheet. Peter and May then made their way to the audiology ward, where, like before, they handed the appointment sheet to the receptionist who told them to take a seat. The wait was a lot longer this time. It took about fifteen to thirty minutes until they were called in.

"Hello, Mrs. Parker. I'm Dr. Field, the hearing specialist." Dr. Field showed them into her office. "I understand you're having a few problems with your hearing?"

"Yes, I am" replied May. "My hearing's reduced quite a fair bit, and I've also been hearing these loud beeping noises in my ears."

"Well, I'll have to do a few hearing procedures, so that way, we can discover what the problem is and how to fix it."

"Sounds good to me" said May. All the hearing tests took quite a while. May had to put a pair of headphones on and repeat the sounds she heard in them. Peter understood most of this stuff, being into science and all.

"Okay, so May, after all the tests I've conducted on you, I've finally clarified the problem" began Dr. Field after the tests were all done.

"So, what's the problem?" Asked Peter.

"Well, it's not as bad as you think, May" informed Dr. Field.

"I'm listening, doctor" said May.

"Somewhere deep in your ears, you have fluid, which is blocking your ears, thus making it difficult for you to hear" explained Dr. Field.

"Is there anything that can be done about it?" Asked May.

"There are some operations that can be done to remove the fluid, which I suggest you do immediately before the fluid becomes thicker, so once you've removed the fluid, your hearing should be as good as normal" said Dr. Field.

"That's good news" said May, smiling.

"Shall I organise an appointment for you?" Asked Dr. Field.

"Yes, please" answered May.

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Peter accompanied May home shortly afterwards. Peter had promised her he'd stay for dinner. Peter, even though he had his own apartment, always liked going to his aunt's house. After all, it was the place he grew up in for most of his life.

The place he had once called home.

May's home was always neatly decorated with a nice, conditioning smell that spread around the whole house.

Just before Peter reached the door, he suddenly got a feeling.

An unwelcome feeling.

A feeling he hadn't experienced in months.

His Spider-Sense.

Peter could've sworn it was his Spider-Sense. Peter stopped in his tracks and looked behind him, checking for any danger.

Nothing.

Or at least that's what he thought.

"Is everything alright, Peter?" Asked May.

"Huh? I, mean, yeah, yeah, everything's fine." Replied Peter. "It was probably nothing" he thought. Peter then made his way inside.

"So, what's for dinner, Aunt May?"

"How does spaghetti and meatballs sound to you?"

"Sounds great." Peter enjoyed all of his aunt's cooking. "I'll just be heading to my old room, alright?"

"Sorry, I didn't catch that?"

"I said that I'm heading to my old room" Peter repeated, raising his voice.

"Oh, alright then, Peter. My, the sooner I get my ears fixed, the better, right, dear?"

"Right" replied Peter. Peter's room didn't look too different from the day he left home. The bed, dresser, drawers and desk was still there, the only thing that was probably different was the fact that all the wallpaper, posters and equipment had all been absent. Peter decided to lie on his old bed and relax. Some of his recent troubles had come to mind again, but seemed to ease. He somehow always felt relaxed in his old home; he didn't know if it was because of his aunt, or because this was the place he called "home" for almost all his life, he didn't know. He just felt more "relaxed" at his aunt's home.

There were still a few pictures hanging up on the wall, though. Peter spent a few minutes looking at them. There were pictures of a much younger Peter in both Elementary School and High-School. Peter even saw his graduation photo. He was then interrupted by the voice of his aunt.

"Peter, there's someone here for you?" Informed May.

"Let them in, then" replied Peter. "Please don't let it be MJ" Peter whispered to himself. "Oh, what the heck, it HAS to be." Peter turned away from the photos and waited for MJ, or, whoever it was to come in.

Peter felt his Spider-Sense tingle again.

"Mary-Jane activated my Spider-Sense? She must be REALLY mad at me!" Peter said to himself.

Peter was surprised to see that it wasn't MJ that walked in, but someone else.

Peter was shocked, even.

There he stood, right in front of him.

He was a bald man.

Very big.

Many would say he was overweight, but Peter knew perfectly well that behind all the weight was pure muscle.

Muscle strong enough to crush a person.

Peter was face-to-face with the criminal mastermind, Wilson Fisk, aka, the Kingpin. Peter had a long history with the Kingpin.

As Spider-Man.

They were enemies, obviously.

Peter, as himself, also had a bit of history with the Kingpin.

They met through Oscorp.

Although Peter knew Fisk was really a criminal mastermind rather than the "good-hearted millionaire that everyone believed him to be," he had to keep his knowledge to himself, otherwise, Fisk could found out who he was.

"Mr. Fisk" said Peter.

"Parker" said the Kingpin.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Fisk?"

"All in good time" replied the Kingpin, his voice as deep as ever. "How have things been, Mr. Parker?"

"Err, fine. Fine. Thanks for asking" lied Peter through his teeth.

"Are you sure you are fine, Mr. Parker?" Asked the Kingpin.

"Certainly. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I heard about Ms. Stacy, Mr. Parker. My sincere condolences."

"Err, thanks... Thank you. I've, err, I've gotten over, all my worries are over, now."

"You sure about that, Mr. Parker?" Peter was starting to get suspicious.

"What do you mean?" Asked Peter.

"What if I told you... I know who you are...?"

"What exactly do you mean by, 'I know who you are'?" Peter hoped to God it wasn't what he thought it was.

"Well, let's just say... I was.. indirectly involved in Ms. Stacy's death... SPIDER-MAN!" Peter's insides sank to the bottom of his stomach.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about" lied a nervous Peter.

"Really, Mr. Parker?"

Peter did not understand how this was possible. He didn't even know how Osborn knew of his identity, and now the Kingpin knew the same information too. Peter finally gave in.

"How did you know?" Asked Peter.

"I've got my eyes, opened, PARKER! All I needed was a bit of research to fit the puzzle pieces together. Remember? Back when you fought the Sinister Six and defeated them? Ever since that time, I became suspicious about the connection between Peter Parker and Spider-Man. I mean, put it this way. You said you were a close friend of 'Spider-Man,' yet no one's ever seen the two together. And what about your old job at the Bugle? How is it that you got all those high, fantastic angles, angles that no ordinary human being could capture? People don't really think much of it, considering it great photography and camera effects, but, really, when you think of it, closely, my theory makes more sense. And your voice. So much like the web-head's, PARKER! I, mean, you ARE SPIDER-MAN!" Peter got more and more furious by the minute.

"How exactly are you connected with Gwen's death, then?" Demanded Peter.

The Kingpin wasted no time replying.

"Well, let's just say I... TRADED your SECRET to OSBORN... in exchange... in a DEAL!"

"WHAT!" Peter immediately lost his temper and was charging himself at the Kingpin, ready to attack him. Peter's strength was no match for the Kingpin's.

"Not so fast, Parker" began the Kingpin, "you wouldn't want to cause a scene in front of your Aunt May, would you?" Peter thought about his aunt and immediately stopped in his tracks.

"What deal did you make?!" Asked Peter, who was starting to cool down.

The Kingpin simply said "Not telling."

"What do you want?" Asked Peter.

"I want YOU broken. Physically... and mentally. I will destroy you Parker... or should I say.. SPIDER-MAN!"

"I wouldn't count on it" retaliated Peter.

"I'll show myself out" said the Kingpin.

"You do that" said Peter, trying his best to keep his cool. Peter could hear the Kingpin's voice as the Kingpin left the house.

"Goodbye, Mrs. Parker. I hope to see you again soon."

The thought of the Kingpin knowing his secret sent shivers down his spine.

"I thought if I quit being Spider-Man, I would keep people out of harm's way" thought Peter. "History is now repeating itself. The Kingpin now knows who I am, so pretty much everyone that's close to me is in danger, making me more vulnerable. He could even tell the whole world my secret. What should I do?" Peter was hysterical.

He was pretty much panicking!

Peter decided that he'd just enjoy dinner with his Aunt May tonight and worry about the Kingpin tomorrow.

Then the following day.

Then the day after that

and the day after that.

Peter gave his aunt a warm hug as soon as he left his old room.

"Peter, what was that for, dear?" Asked May.

"Just felt like it" Replied Peter.

Okay, so that's the end of chapter 10. The chapter ended with a bit of a twist! This chapter's even longer than the previous chapter, "The One-Night Stand." My chapters are just getting longer and longer at the moment. Like always, please follow and review, tell me what you think and all that and hopefully, the 11th chapter will be posted soon. Thanks for reading.

MrAce531 :)