Hello everyone! Okay, I am so sorry that it took so long for me to upload this. I have been done with finals for almost a week now and the lazy part of me stalled. I honestly didn't feel like uploading. But, a couple days ago, I started typing this thing up and now, today, I have it up. Another reason why I didn't put it up earlier, I needed to fix the ending and didn't figure out how to word it until today. So, I hope you like this chapter. Who am I kidding, this chapter is soooo boring compared to the other chapters. Oh well, enjoy! Also, I apologize for any spelling and or grammar mistakes that I have missed. You forgive me, right?
"So, how do I look?" asked Mary Jane as she modeled the red silk oriental cocktail dress in front of Lizzie.
"You look beautiful, MJ. Harry will blush beet red when he sees you in that."
Harry had invited Mary Jane to meet Mr. Osborn the next day at the Unity Day Festival.
"Really? I don't know. Maybe I should wear black instead."
Lizzie snorted. "Oh please, MJ. Don't tell me that you believe that stupid wives tale that red heads shouldn't wear red." Mary Jane had that doubtful look on her face. "MJ!"
"Well, maybe I do. Just a little bit."
Honestly, Mary Jane was one of the few red-heads that looked good in certain shades of red. Mary Jane made this dress sexy in an appropriate way.
"Mary Jane, you believing that you don't look good in red is like me believing that I don't look good in brown, since I'm a brunette."
"I guess you're right."
"I'm always right."
Mary Jane opened her mouth to say something when something caught her eye on the TV. "Looks like she did it again," said Mary Jane, looking at the television.
Over the last couple of months, Spider-woman had become an instant hit. Especially when they saw a black and white figure stop a late night robbery, attacking the robbers as fast as lightning. Even better than what Spider-man would have done.
But, what made her mysterious was that she seemed to be made of shadows. Materializing out of nowhere and stopping crime faster than a plague.
What Spider-woman had done recently was so amazing that it even amazed herself.
"Earlier this morning, loud noises were heard be Security Guard, Elmo Hernandez, while he was patrolling his company's grounds. And what he found amazed him."
'Well, I heard these screaming sounds coming from above me as I patrolled this certain area. When I looked up, I saw a train cart just swinging in the air!'
Firefighters were called to the scene and rescued the trapped victims inside, who kept crying out "Spider-woman! Spider-woman!" And what they found, inside, shocked them even more. Nineteen drug dealers who have been wanted for the past four-to-twelve months, and a drug lab. Who is this hero? All we can say is that Spider-woman has done another good deed for our city."
Lizzie couldn't help but smile. Catching nineteen drug dealers that were wanted. That was a big deal.
"Wow! Nineteen drug dealers? That's pretty amazing."
"Yeah. Talk about girl power," agreed Lizzie.
Just then, the phone rang as Mary Jane went to answer it. "Hello?" Mary Jane's eyes lit up. "Oh, hi, Harry! How are you?" Mary Jane asked as she headed towards her room. "Yes. I'm excited to meet your-" She closed the door.
Lizzie couldn't help but feel jealous. Back in high school, before he started dating Mary Jane, Lizzie would have been the one Harry would call when he needed someone. When he wanted to hang out. Now, he had his dream girl.
But, was Harry Mary Jane's dream boy? That, Lizzie could not answer.
~O~F~W~E~B~S~
"Ugh! I can't figure out what to do with my hair," sighed Mary Jane in frustration. Mary Jane, seeing a freshly dressed Lizzie, smiled at her sweetly. "Um, Lizzie. Can you help me with my hair? And don't use the excuse that you're not that good with hair. I've seen you fix other people's hair."
Lizzie sighed, turning away from the hallway mirror she was checking her makeup in, knowing that she couldn't escape this one. "Fine. Hm, let's see... Ah ha! I know what to do!"
Lizzie started looking in their bathroom supplies. Finding her straightener, she plugged it into the wall to heat up. She also got out a hairbrush, a can of hairspray, and many other goodies as well.
"So, what do you think Harry's dad will be like?" asked Mary Jane, sitting still while Lizzie straightened her red hair.
"Well, from the few times I've met him, he seems pretty nice. He looks so much like Harry." Lizzie thought of something funny to say. "You know, if you see Mr. Osborn and don't feel attracted to his looks, well, there's a good chance you won't like Harry at that age."
"And what should I do if I don't?"
"Drop him like a hot potato," Lizzie said sounding completely serious.
"Shame on you, Elizabeth Parker."
"I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'd be upset if you dumped my guy friend for only that reason," smiled Lizzie as she started pulling Mary Jane's hair up.
"Do you think he'll like me?" asked Mary Jane, her eyes on her lap.
"Of course he will! He'd be a fool not to," said Lizzie, pinning loose strands of hair to Mary Jane's head. "And if he doesn't it's not the end of the world. I mean, if you and Harry like each other, that's all that matters. Right?"
Mary Jane grinned, "Right."
Once Lizzie was finished styling Mary Jane's hair, she nodded her head, satisfied with her work. "Now close your eyes and hold your breath. I'm going to spray some hair spray in your hair."
~A~N~D~R~E~A~L~I~T~Y~
The festival was typical. Just like it was every year. Since it was held by Oscorp everything seemed fancy or over the top.
A huge stage was set up for all of the singers and performers to perform on. Food stands ranging from funnel cakes to the best New York style pizzas were set up everywhere. Games like Whack-A-Mole and ring toss were shunned to a specific place.
Contests for the best exotic food and best foreign outfit were set up in a long, fancy aisle.
Middle school aged kids were seen with their younger siblings and or their families completely unwilling and in a state of hate for their parents walking around uninterested. Lizzie, on the other hand, loved it.
Growing up, from first to ninth grade, Harry, Peter, and Lizzie would hang out together for the entire event trying samples of Ti food and playing round after round of Duck Pond.
Even though the memories should have made Lizzie sad, she couldn't feel happier reliving the good old days.
So far, Lizzie had played a couple rounds of darts, watched a band play some of their songs on the main stage, and had tried an Indian dish called Dhokla (she got a second round after the first one for the road).
Now she was eating some cotton candy which she was enjoying very much. As Lizzie started to head back over to the performance stage, she bumped into Peter.
"Hey, Pete!" she said, smiling, "Long time no see, bro. What have you been doing all this time?" Peter, who seemed distracted by something, remained silent. "Hello! Earth to Peter. This is your twin sister, Lizzie, who you haven't seen in, like, forever!" Annoyed by his rudeness, Lizzie decided to be mean back to him. "Hey look! Is that Spider-man?"
When Peter looked away from his camera, Lizzie snatched it from his hands and was about to run off with it when she saw something that made her stop in her tracks. Lizzie saw Harry close to Mary Jane, talking to each other.
Losing interest in her little prank, Lizzie handed Peter his stolen camera. "Sorry," she said as if she were a kicked puppy.
"What's there to be sorry for?" asked Peter before taking his little sister into his strong arms.
"I've missed you, Lizzie."
"I missed you too, Peter." Lizzie looked into eyes identical to her own. "So, still no luck with MJ, huh?"
"Still no luck with Harry?" he retorted back to her.
Lizzie blushed. "How did you know I liked him?"
"Lizzie, we're twins. I know how you act around Harry. Plus, I can tell how much time Harry and MJ have... spent together, lately. Tell me, is it true that they're dating?"
Lizzie gasped. "You mean you don't know that they're dating?"
Peter smiled weakly. "No. Not until today."
"Oh Pete, I'm so sorry. I just thought that one of them told you."
"How long have you know?"
"Since day one. MJ wanted me to help her with her outfit." Peter looked down at the ground. "You want some cotton candy?" asked Lizzie.
"Not really."
"Oh come on. It's our favorite. Blueberry." Lizzie waved the fluffy sugar treat under Peter's nose. "You know you want some."
"You're not going to leave me alone until I take some, are you?"
"Yup. Basically."
Peter sighed before taking a piece and putting in into his mouth. "There. Happy?"
"Ecstatic!" exclaimed Lizzie, taking another bite of her food.
Peter sniffed the air.
"Liz."
"Yeah?"
"Your breath smells like blue kool-aid."
"Good. Better then smelling like your hot dog breath," Lizzie teased.
Peter was about to say something back when Lizzie felt a tingling feeling go through her body.
Uh oh. Not good.
Whenever there was trouble coming her way, Lizzie felt a tickling sensation come over her (which she considered to be a sixth sense in a way).
"Lizzie, whats-" Peter froze, as if he could sense it, too.
Impossible, thought Lizzie. He can't be like me.
Mentally shaking it off, Lizzie asked, "Um, do you feel like something's... sort of off?"
"Yes. I think so. Maybe it's going to rain?" suggested Peter.
Lizzie opened her mouth to add something when she saw something speeding towards the crowd. "What the heck!"
"What is it, Lizzie?"
"Look behind you," said Lizzie, pointing.
As Peter turned around and noticed what Lizzie was talking about, she also noticed that whatever this thing was looked like a goblin. A green goblin.
"That defiantly doesn't look like it's apart of the floats," said Lizzie.
Sure enough, it wasn't. One of the floats was damaged and Lizzie knew right then that this thing was dangerous. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Lizzie dashed away through all the chaos, looking for a place to change, fast. Finding a nearby group of bushes that were tall enough to cover her, Lizzie jumped in and immediately changed into her disguise.
"Man, I hate doing day jobs," mumbled Spider-woman as she shot her way out of her hiding spot.
It didn't take long for people to notice a black and white figure shooting through the sky. Except, someone else was also noticed by the frightened citizens of New York City.
Spider-man had beaten her to the scene of the crime, looking ready for some action.
At one point, the Goblin's' glider went through a world shaped balloon float, causing it to fall. Towards a kid! The little boy stood watching it like it was a harmless little black rain cloud.
"Come on kid! Move!" shouted Spider-woman.
But the boy just stood there, even as the balloon hit the once occupied stage.
Spider-woman immediately sprung into action, shooting a web string at the kid's back, pulling him back faster than you could say "Yikes!"
"Got ya!" Spider-woman said as soon as the child was safe in her arms. "What's your name, sweetheart?" she gently asked him.
"Rory," he whispered, weakly.
"Where's your mom, Rory?"
Rory held out a shaky finger at a frantic looking woman.
"Hang on tight, Rory. This may be a little to fast for you. Okay, you ready?" Rory nodded his head. "Alright. Hang on, Rory!" Spider-woman jumped off from where she was and landed on the ground in front of the panicked mother.
"Here you go, ma'am," said Spider-woman, putting Rory back into loving, familiar arms.
"Oh, God bless you, Spider-woman," she cried as she hugged her son.
"And may He bless you both, too." Suddenly, there was a scream. Spider-woman turned around, quickly. She almost freaked out when she saw the sight in front of her. Mary Jane was on a barely dangling piece of cement.
Oh my gosh!
"Stay here," she demanded the crowd before flying off.
"Hold on! I'm com- Humph!" Someone attacked her.
Spider-woman heard an evil, unnatural laugh. This Green Goblin knocked her onto the ground, causing her to roll. Once Spider-woman had stopped rolling (due to hitting the back of her head hard on a table leg) the Goblin came and hovered over her.
"This fight is for the two of us men. Stay out of it, girlie." Then, he flew off.
"Sexist!" Spider-woman shouted after him as she slowly got back on her feet, not bothering to rub her head. She knew that it would start to heal anytime now and she didn't want to irritate it any more than it already was.
When Spider-woman finally became stable on her legs again, she looked back up at the balcony, seeing flashes of green and red, fighting. But, before Spider-woman could do anything else, the Goblin was defeated.
"We'll meet again, Spider-man!" the Goblin vowed as his glider went hey-wire, taking him away from the festival.
Well, I guess that means that I can-
"Help!" screamed Mary Jane.
Oh no!
Spider-woman turned her head back towards her friend, who was now falling towards her death, Spider-man diving after her. Spider-woman closed her eyes, not wanting to see her friend's early demise. But instead of a group gasp in horror, Spider-woman heard claps and cheers (even a few proud whistles) of approval and relief.
Peeking her eyes open, Spider-woman saw Spider-man riding off into the sun with Mary Jane in his arms. Spider-woman let out a huge sigh of relief, so beyond the point of being glad that her friend was safe and that she'd be home for dinner later that night.
Smiling, Spider-woman turned towards the crowd of still cheering people.
"Everyone okay?" she asked.
"Yep."
"Yes. We're alright."
"Thanks, Spider-woman."
"No sweat," said Spider-woman before she went towards the police. "Do you need any assistance, officers?" Spider-woman looked at the police, hoping that they'd need help.
An officer in his mid-forties or fifties grunted. "See if the paramedics need any help," he said, pointing to a group of men and woman getting out of an ambulance.
Spider-woman nodded her head before walking over to them. "Need any help?"
One of the female paramedics said, "We need to see if there is anyone injured in that balcony," she said pointing towards the place where Mary Jane was just a moment ago. "If there is, we need to get them down. If you could do that for us, it would save us time. Take them with you if they have minor injuries. But if the they look serious, leave them and tell us, please."
Spider-woman nodded, again, before heading up to the balcony.
When Spider-woman reached it, she began searching the area. Only one person was lying unconscious. Spider-woman walked, quietly, over to the sleeping man.
"Oh, Harry. How bad are you hurt?"
Spider-woman began to scan his head, looking for a wound. On one side of his head was a bump and a lightly bleeding cut. Spider-woman, not sure if it was serious or not, didn't know what to do.
Just pick him up, Lizzie. Just pick him up.
Harry started to move which made Spider-woman freeze, afraid that he'd wake up.
Don't be ridiculous. He doesn't even know that you live a double life.
When Harry went still again Spider-woman sighed. Picking him up and placing him near her side, she realized that he felt light.
I keep forgetting that I have super strength, Spider-woman nervously laughed in her head.
Walking to the edge, she shot a web at the wall behind her and began to slowly go down to the ground. As Spider-woman did this, she couldn't help but notice the way Harry felt by her side. His warmth seeping through her suit. The uninjured side of his head resting against her shoulder. Harry moaned as they began their decent.
"Shh, shh. It's alright. We're almost to the ground."
"Liz-zie?" he groaned.
Spider-woman stiffened.
"No. I'm not Lizzie, sir. You have me confused with someone else."
Harry moaned again. "My head."
"Sorry about that. We're getting you medical care as fast as we can."
Spider-woman, as soon as they landed safely on the pavement, placed him down onto the gurney that was waiting for Harry.
"Is that all you need help with?" asked Spider-woman, eager to leave now. Everyone gave her the thumbs up, telling her that they were good now. "Alright then. Stay safe and take care."
As Spider-woman turned to leave, she felt a hand weakly grab her arm.
"Wai. Who... are you?" Harry asked, still trying to fully wake up.
Spider-woman put her hand on top of his. "Just a Good Samaritan doing what's right," she said, squeezing his hand before dashing off away from the chaos and the boy she loved.
~T~H~E~S~T~O~R~Y~O~F~S~P~I~D~E~R~W~O~M~A~N~
Spider-woman wanted to look at what Spider-man and the Goblin had done to the Festival. Spider-woman decided to take a look. She found a building that was a good few feet away so that she wouldn't be seen. Landing on the roof, she looked out at the once happy party.
Spider-woman gasped. Floats that were once fully blown were now either deflated or blown up. Chunks of buildings and walls were scattered randomly on the ground. Ambulances and firetrucks populated most of the area. Balloons that little kids carried around would float up and disappear into the calm, blue sky. Everything looked horrible.
Shaking her head, Spider-woman decided that now would be a good time to head back to her apartment. But as she was about ready to go, she heard someone land right behind her and say, "So, who are you exactly and what is your purpose?"
Crap! Not this guy.
Spider-woman turned her head around. Spider-man stood in front of her, his arms crossed across his chest, waiting for an answer.
Oh! Spider-man has got ahold of her. What will happen now? Well, you'll just have to wait and see.
Please review. It makes my day. So, there's about six or seven more chapters left (I think) before the end of part one. Plus an Epilogue. I have also started writing the rough draft for part two. Yep, that's also another reason why this
chapter hasn't been up as fast as the others were. But, hey. You forgive me, right?
I'm also thinking about doing just a funny, useless one shot that has nothing to do with the story that I think I might write. I know that it involves Peter/Spider-man, Lizzie/Spider-woman, a zoo, and some elephants. Yep. Elephants. I think I'll post a poll on my profile so you wonderful people can vote 'Yes, do the one shot' or 'No, don't you even think about it'. I prob. won't post it right away, or write it until I get part one all said and done. Also, I am going to be doing a question and answers chapter. But not yet. Not until part one is done. So, start thinking up some questions so that when I say 'Hey, Q's and A's time!' you'll be ready.
And one more thing before I go. I think I might write a short and silly Harry Potter story about the Maurders and who they remind me of (fictional wise). I just love them so much! If you ask me if I like the Golden Three or the Maurders more, I'd most likely say the Maurders. I love the Three, but I have to say I like Prongs, Worm-tail, Moony, and Padfoot the most. Anywhos, I think i'm done now. Until next time, see ya later : D