Hello again. I'm so sorry that it had been quit awhile since I last updated. I was also working on my Percy Jackson fanfic so, now I worked again on my Spider-man fanfiction. So, I hope you enjoy.

Oh P.S. For part two, I am at the part where Peter meets Doc. Octavious and Rose. Hope that makes you guys happy :)

"Well?" Spider-man repeated as Spider-woman continued to stare at him.

Oh shoot. Shoot. Shoot.

"Um..." said Spider-woman uneasily.

Spider-man continued to look at her as Spider-woman tried to figure out how to respond. Soon, she said, "Well, my name is Spider-woman and I'm leaving." As Spider-woman was about to leave, Spider-man grabbed her.

"Hey! Let me go!" she protested as he wrapped his arms around her.

"No."

Spider-woman felt her face starting to grow hot with anger. "I said," Spider-woman growled, "let go."

When his grip grew tighter, Spider-woman hit the back of her head, hard, against his face, which caused him to scream "OW!" and to loosen his grip as he took his hands off of her to cover his injured nose.

Taking her advantage, Spider-woman dashed away. She was about ready to jump off of the side of the building when she suddenly felt something attach to her back and yank her back like she was a disobedient pet dog whose leash was tugged to bring her back in line.

"What the heck, man!" Spider-woman screamed at Spider-man.

Even though she couldn't see his face, Spider-woman could tell that he was most likely narrowing his eyes at her. "You have no room to talk. You hit me in the nose, and I think you broke it."

"Screw you! You deserved it."

"I just wanted to talk to you."

"And holding me against my will is how you're going to talk to me?" she asked sarcastically.

"There was no other way for me to get ahold of you!"

"Well you could have asked me. Nicely. But, no. You had to get all big and tough kidnapper man on me."

Spider-man sighed. "Look. I just want to ask you some questions."

"Some?" Spider-woman snorted.

"Can you just listen to me for one second?"

"Already did. I actually have listened to you for a few minutes now."

"You, are a difficult woman."

"Thank you. I know," said Spider-woman, touched, as she placed her hand over her heart.

There was silence between them before Spider-man said, "Look. I'm sorry if I made you feel scared."

"More like annoyed," Spider-woman retorted.

"But I just want, no, need to ask you some questions. I promise to let you go after I'm done."

Spider-woman, knowing that it would probably be wise to just get this meeting over with. "Fine," she spat out. "Ask away."

Spider-man let Spider-woman walk a few feet away from him before he looked his fellow hero up and down, examining her. "What are you, and why do you seem to have powers like me?" Spider-man asked with curiosity in his voice as soon as he was done looking at her.

"I wonder the same things about you. Why do we have the same things? The same abilities... Oh! Wait," Spider-woman said while holding up one of her non-middle fingers, "we don't," she said as she sat down, leaning against a wall, hands behind her head, her one leg over her other bent knee.

"Don't we?" he asked her.

"Well, we are similar, but not totally similar. We both, indeed, have the ability to shoot webs out of our wrists, climb walls, and stuff like that. But, I am stronger and even more agile than you. Plus," Spider-woman grinned, "I have two extra powers."

"Really?" Spider-man asked, doubtfully.

"Yup."

"Prove it."

"Now why would I do that?" she asked.

"To show me that you're not pulling my leg," he said, crossing his arms across his chest.

"I do.

"Then prove it."

"Ye of little faith." Spider-woman held up her index finger and waved it back and forth. "Tisk, tisk."

"No. I'm just proving that you're a liar."

This man just will not give up.

Spider-woman stood up. "Okay. Listen here, Mister, because I'm not repeating myself. One: I do to have two extra abilities. Two: One will hurt your ears and make this city look like an earthquake occurred. Three: The other I don't feel like demonstrating right now; and Four:," Spider-woman leaned into Spider-man's ear and whispered, "I don't need to prove anything."

Spider-woman stepped away from Spider-man, crossing her arms across her chest, too. Spider-man remained silent. "What? Got nothing to say now, Mr. Macho Man?"

"Your breath smells like blue Kool-Aid."

Spider-woman rolled her eyes. "It's because I ate cotton candy today. Is there a crime against it now?"

The nerve of people.

"What flavor?"

"Ah, blueberry. Duh. Why?"

Why does this sound so familiar?

"I met up with someone else today who also ate blueberry cotton candy."

"And why is this relevant to this conversation?"

"It's not." Spider-man looked away, as if there was something else worth his attention.

There was another brief moment of silence before Spider-man said, "I don't have any more questions to ask you. You may leave now."

Spider-woman wanted to smartly retort back at him, but looking at him, she felt all of her anger and frustration towards him disappear. "Alright. Thank you," said Spider-woman before she walked over to the edge of the building.

Before she left, Spider-woman glanced back at this mysterious blue and red man. He didn't seem bad. He just seemed, somehow, familiar.

Spider-woman shook her head before she took off, and as she made her way back to her apartment, Spider-woman couldn't help but think strange hero. This... Spider-man.

Man. He was just... a man.

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"He was... amazing!" exclaimed Mary Jane as she was talking to Harry on the phone with Harry.

Lizzie listened for the last fifteen minutes about how "amazing" and "wonderful" Spider-man was, and it was beginning to annoy her beyond belief. Lizzie could hardly believe that she could listen to MJ's and Harry's talk, clean up after diner, feel annoyance

towards Spider-man, and bake dessert all at the same time.

And they call Spider-man amazing, Lizzie huffed inside of her head.

As Lizzie bent down to open the oven door, she heard Harry say, "... goodnight. don't let the bed... bugs." He hung up as soon as he realized what he was saying.

Mary Jane, instead of feeling upset by Harry's goodbye , hung up as well. A big, giddy smile was on her face as she turned to look at Lizzie who said, "So, this Spider-man fellow. What's so amazing about him?" while placing a tray of double chocolate chip cupcakes by a cooling rack.

"Well, I'm not for sure why, but I just know he is."

"Oh?" asked Lizzie, raising an eyebrow, questioningly. "Do explain."

Mary Jane sighed as she picked up an already cool cupcake and began to frost it with frosting. "I just... know. Like everyone knows that pianos don't fall from the sky and how you know that people are either born with a musical talent or not. It just feels like that, to me."

Lizzie could see that she probably wouldn't get a further explanation from Mary Jane. Lizzie nodded her head. "Okay."

They both remained silent for a few more moments until Mary Jane said, "Alright. I think that was the last of them. I wonder what we should do with the rest of this frosting?"

Lizzie shrugged. "I don't know about what you'll do with yours, but I know what I'm going to do with mine."

As soon as Mary Jane looked down at her frosting knife, as if she was trying to figure out if she should lick it or not, Lizzie flung some icing at her, hitting her right on the nose. Mary Jane gasped in fright as she quickly looked up, pasty white covering what should have been her nose.

"What did you do that for?" she asked in disbelief.

Lizzie looked at her with innocent blue eyes and a confused face. "Do what?" she asked Mary Jane.

"This," Mary Jane said while pointing at her sticky nose.

"Oh that? I didn't do that. Must have been from putting your knife to close to your face."

"Are you in a state of self-denial?"

"No. Are- Hey!" Lizzie protested as she was interrupted by a blob of chocolate frosting hit the left side of her face.

"Serves you right."

"Oh. So you want to play this game. Well..." Lizzie said, grinning mischievously as she reloaded her spoon. "Bring it on! Ha-ya!"

For the next few minutes, the two friends ran around their small apartment kitchen, having a frosting war. One time, during this 'war', Mary Jane ducked behind a chair as Lizzie tried to throw more goop at her. As a counter attack, Mary Jane tried throwing a handful of her ammo at Lizzie, which Lizzie ducked as it flew above her head.

"Ha! Missed," said Lizzie as she moved. As she did so, she ended up slipping in a mix of sweet food residue and slipping, her feet high kicking the air as she fell down, screaming.

"Oh my gosh!" gasped Mary Jane while crawling over to her moaning, injured friend. "Are you alright?"

In response, Lizzie took her hand and covered Mary Jane's face in black and white icing. "Ah!" Mary Jane screeched in surprise as she tried to scoot back and away from Lizzie. "Elizabeth Parker!"

"Yes. That's me," said Lizzie, smiling.

After a couple of seconds, Lizzie got off of the ground and sat next to Mary Jane who was leaning on the right side of their kitchen island.

"So..." said Lizzie after a couple of silent moments.

"So..." said Mary Jane as they shared a look with each other.

Soon, they began laughing at each others appearance.

"Look. Look at us. We're a complete mess. Oh, my hair," said Mary Jane.

"And our cloths. They're completely ruined."

"And just when I had a shower, too."

This got them to laugh even harder. Once they got ahold of themselves, Mary Jane said, "Well, I think we should-"

Lizzie interrupted her as she hugged the red-head. "What's this for?" she asked, amused.

"I'm just so glad you're my friend, and that you're alive. When I saw you falling from that balcony today, I thought that I was going to lose you. But then Spider-man saved you, and now, thanks to him, I got to see my roommate again and have a frosting war with her."

Mary Jane smiled and returned Lizzie's hug. "I'm glad that I am, too. Well, I think that I'll go take a shower, again. I'll help you clean up as soon as I'm done."

Squeezing Lizzie's shoulder once again, Mary Jane got up and made her way towards their bathroom. As soon as Mary Jane was gone, Lizzie thought back to her last image of Spider-man before she flew off of the building they had met at. He had looked so... normal, so kind, and so thoughtful.

Yes, Lizzie decided as she leaned her sticky brown hair back against the island, Spider-man was normal. Just like Spider-woman or anyone else was; and for that, she was extremely grateful.

I'm sorry that it was so short. Not the shortest chapter that I have ever written, I do admit. So, yeah. I hope you liked it : ) Until next time, see ya later.