The next morning, Mary Jane woke Peter early. She had gone to bed before he came home, and that was after midnight. She slapped a rolled-up newspaper on his back. He moaned, his eyes blinking awake.
"What?"
"Have you read this morning's Bugle?"
"No."
"Well, maybe you can tell me a little about the headline!" Peter rolled over, taking the newspaper from the bed. As his vision focused he recognize the gigantic font, which read: Spider-Man to Jameson: "Shut your mouth!" Peter groaned, pushing the paper away. But Mary Jane pulled it back up to his face. "What did you do last night?"
"I stood up for myself. Is that so wrong?"
"It is when you tie people to chairs!" Mary Jane said. She sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm telling you, it's that damn black suit! You said you'd never wear it! You know what it does to you!"
"Yeah, and it feels good. I feel like I have power, MJ! I had the power to stand up to Jameson and to tell him to stop his crap!"
"You never did that in your regular suit!" she argued.
"Well, it's about time I did! It felt good, MJ! I told him--I threatened him!"
"Yeah, I read it." She said.
He jumed out of bed. "I don't have time for this. I'm going on patrol."
"Peter, don't! You were going to help me review scripts, remember?"
He threw on his black suit, then clothes to cover his secret. "Yeah, and I got pictures to sell. I have to make some money, too, MJ. We'll do it tonight, over hot chocolate."
"Promise?"
He held her shoulders and kissed her forehead, then looked her in the eye. "Of course." And he ran out of the room. Mary Jane followed, shouting, "At least have some breakfast!"
"No time!"
Mary Jane heard the door open and slam shut, and she stood in her home alone. She didn't know if she should cry or not, but she grabbed a tissue just in case. She breathed, opened up the paper, and looked at the photos inside. It showed three people, identified as J. Jonah Jameson, Betty Brant, and Ben Urich, tied to their chairs and muffled with webbing. Spider-Man's webbing. Peter's webbing.
"What has gotten into him..." Mary Jane sighed, shaking her head. She closed her eyes and breathed; just breathed.
A/N: Sorry for the short entry. I'm really busy and I don't know how much time I'll have to update. But after Thanksgiving and such I'm sure I'll be back on track!