The next day, after school, Peter sat in his attic and tried to think as little as possible about yesterday. But everytime he started to think about something else, his mind slipped back to OZ, Doc Ock, MJ's new powers and everything else. Right now he tried to focus on some small thing he was building, but even that didn't help.

Peter couldn't remeber the last time he felt like this. He felt betrayed. Betrayed by the woman he love. It was unthinkable for him how could have MJ had lied to him and kept something this big from him, especially since he told him everything.

"Hey... What are you doing?"

MJ's head showed up in the stairs, Peter put the thing he was doing to the side.

"Oh... Hi Mary Jane. Didn't hear you come in."

"Aunt May let me in. Peter, you didn't say a word in school today. Is everything okay."

"I'm fine, I just couldn't sleep last night. I had some bad dreams."

"I know the feeling."

MJ kissed Peter on his cheek, but he didn't respond, he just looked straight out in front of him. It ached in MJ's heart to see him like this.

"So, um... What is it you're doing, Tiger?"

"This? Just some stuff I've been working on. I did tell you about that science fair at the Empire State University I visited, that time you visited your aunt?"

"Yeah."

"Well, there was this crazy guy there who claimed that the government could control our brain waves using radiosignals. He had his own booth and all."

MJ raised her left eyebrow. "Control our brain waves? He seriously belived that?"

"Yep. He had voluntares sit down and used some machine to try to control these peoples brains with. To prove that it's possible."

"Did it work?"

"Nope. Well... Not until I sat down."

MJ got a look of surprise in her face. "You mean it actually worked on you?"

"Kinda. That radio wave thing made my spider-sense go off. I jumped up and started to look around for stuff that could be dangerous, but I found nothing. It kind of freaked the guy out, even he was surprised that the machine worked."

"So... What does that mean?"

"Well, I thought about it, and I think that machine send out radio waves that stimulate the part of my brain that handle my spider-sense, or something."

"Uh-huh..."

MJ sat down on the old couch Aunt May kept in the attic. Peter then passed her a small mechanical device, not unlike a microchip, but with several small leg like things sticking out of it.

"So I made this. I logged into that guy's website, and found out how he made that signal-thingy. Then I made it smaller."

"Wow, you really are smart. But what is it good for?"

"I thought that if I could make it stick on a bad guy, I would be able to track them if I got close enough."

"Wow. That's really clever."

"I thought so too. Anything to make this job easier."

"It even looks like a little spider."

"Really? Yeah, look at that, you're right."

MJ got up from the couch and kneeled down next to Peter's chair, making them sit face to face.

"Speaking of this 'job'. Are you ready to take me out on a night of superheroing?"

"I'm not in the mood, MJ."

"Oh come on! You promised."

"I don't recall promising anything."

"Fine! Then I do it without you."

MJ got up, lifted up her backpack and pulled out her Jackpot-costume. She then started to pull off her sweater.

"MJ, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm changing clothes. Do you mind turning around for a moment?"

Peter sighed and wheeled his chair around a 180 degrees. After a short while, MJ tapped him on the shoulder. When Pete turned around she stood in front of him, dressed in her crime-fighting outfit.

"Disco pants, MJ? Seriously?"

"Oh don't be a bore, Pete. I like my outfit, it... it makes me feel sexy."

"It's not the suit that makes it, it's just you."

"Well thank you, Mister Parker."

"Heh, weight problem my ass. What did the girls said after gym today?"

"Oh yeah, there was an awkward moment there in the locker room. Lots of gasp and awe. Some of them even asked if I had plastic surgery, but I told them I just had a kind of growth spurt, and I think they fell for it. You know, I think I made Amanda drool there."

Peter rolled his eyes. "I guess that answer all the rumours about her."

MJ walked up to the window, and when she tried to open it, Peter flew up to his feets.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to get out of here so I can go do hero-stuff."

"You really are serious about this, aren't you?"

"Of course I am. Why do you think I made this thing in the first anyway?"

Peter sigh again. Something he did often now these days he recalled.

"Okay then. If it's that important to you, I'll take you out to train. At least I can keep you from hurting yourself."

Mary Jane jumped Peter and gave him a big hug. "Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou! I promise you wont regret it! We're gonna have so much fun!"

And Peter sigh again.

Jackpot jumped off Spider-mans back and adjusted her hair from the tangle it had ended up in after the webswinging.

"It's not that I don't like riding piggyback on you, honey. But I think it would be easier if you made me my own webshooters."

"OH NO! No no. These things cost a fortune to make, you have to fix that for yourself. Besides, webbing are for spider-people only. The union demands that you have a arachno based name and image before you become allowed use it."

The female hero smirked. "Then maybe we should get our own crime fighting car instead. Like the Batmobile, only more stylish."

"Neither of us have a drivers license."

"It doesn't have to be an actual car. Maybe something smaller, like a motorcycle or a dune buggy."

"Like... a Spider-buggy?"

"Or a Jackpot-bike. You can sit in the sidecar."

"Now that's a picture for you. Can we get back to buisness now?"

"Sure. So, what are we doing here?"

The young girl looked out over the edge of the rooftop where they had landed, and it was not one of the most safest neighbbourhoods.

"There's a gang of small-time street thugs that hangs aroung here. I swing by here sometimes to catch them doing something not-so-legal. Nothing yet, but today I might have more luck."

"Then consider me your very own lucky charm. Doesn't that look like something?"

Spidey looked over the same edge, and on the street he saw several guys loading several heavy crates from a van into the building.

"It is something allright. Come, let's check it out."

The two heroes found a window on the top floor that they could sneak in through. Inside they moved silently down floor by floor until they could hear voices. The first floor was a large workshop with a high ceiling with several lamps hanging down and a lot of beams supporting it. Perfect for two sneaky teenagers to eavesdrop on a gang of law breakers. They climbed into position above the street gang and listened.

"Man, this is heavy." one of the criminals said while putting down the last crate. "Hope this wort it."

"Sure it is. With these things we're gonna make our name in this town."

Peter counted the thugs to be nine, none of them seemed armed, but he started to have an idea what was in those crates.

One of the guys took a crowbar and opened up one crate. He then took out a Uzi gun and showed it to his pals. Peter then realized it was time to take action, so he nodded to MJ and pointed, as to say "That's our cue."

The thug was just about to load the Uzi when it disappeared from his hands, pulled away from his grip by a line of web. To the group of criminals big surprise, two superheroes appeared down from the ceiling.

"Oh shit!" several of the thugs said all at once.

"Okay, if any of you doesn't know by this time..." the female superhero in green and gold said. "This is The Amazing Spider-man, and I am The Fabulous Jackpot."

"Fabulous?" The young spider-hero uttered.

"You think I should have gone with Astonishing?"

"Maybe. Can we focus here? We're supposed to spank these guys in the butt."

"Oh yeah, sorry. Line up for the spanking, fellas."

Then, total chaos broke out. Seven of the gang members tried to beat up the two heroes before they got beat up themself, but they got so disapointed. The two last ones tried to run away, but they got stopped by some webbing nailing them to floor. Jackpot ducked from the thugs punches and swings easily, though she was a little jealus how much more easy it seemed for her boyfriend, having his spider-sense and all.

"You know, I'm really glad we're doing this, sweetie." she said.

"Huh? Me?" one of the thugs said.

"No, not you." Jackpot said, before she threw him across the room.

"Sure, but take it easy on the 'sweetie' stuff, okay?" Spider-man answered while punching one guy in the face.

"Why?"

"I don't think it's comfortable talking saying it in front of these guys."

"Oh honey. You haven't been comfortable since you were six." she said while punching another guy in the guts.

"There's a reason for that."

One guy tryed to run, but Spider-man shot a webline to his back and yanked back, making him fly backwards. He stopped first when he connected with Jackpots outreached arm, making him look like a stupid bird colliding with a thick tree branch.

MJ moved in towards the last guy she had on her side, when he surprised her and made her fall down, landing on her butt.

"I'm not going back to jail!!!" the crook yelled, and took out a handgun from his inside pocket.

Spidey saw the gun in the corner of the eye when he had knocked his last guy unconcious.

"MARY JANE!!!"

BANG

MJ rolled to the side, out of the bullets way, in the last second. She then thrown herself up, grabbed the pistol in her hand and squeezed as hard as she could. The weapon turned into a piece of art one could put in front of the UN building. The short second it took for the guy to get what just happen'd, was all MJ needed to finish him off.

"Hello? Secret identity, remember?" she said to Pete while lifting up the knocked out thug with one hand.

"Sorry. Knee-jerk reaction. I haven't got use to calling you 'Jackpot' yet."

The spider-clad hero started to web the criminals up and hang them from the roof, while Jackpot took a look in the crates.

"Whoa! There's enough guns in here to take on a army. It was good we took them down in time or this could gone really ugly.

"Yeah, we were lucky."

"What do you mean lucky? We're GOOD, that's it."

Peter hanged up the last crook, and brushed off the dirt from his hands. "Getting a little cocky, are we, Miss Jackpot?"

"I think we have the right to be cocky, Mister Spider-man. So, what are we suppose to do now?"

"Well, I think we should make an anonymous call to the police so they can lock these guys up. Do you have your cell phone with you?"

"Oh, sorry. No pockets."

"Darn. Guess I'll have to take out of my lunch money again."

A bit later, a pair of jewel store robbers where hanging from a lamppost, and one of them had a little hard time accepting reality.

"This can't be happening! This can't be happening!"

"Oh would you stop it." Jackpot said while looking up at them, arms crossed. "God, you whine more the FOX-news. Wait, I take that back. No one whines more then FOX-news."

"Heh, that was funny." her boyfriend told her.

"Thank you. I learned from watching the master."

The female hero hopped up on her male partners back and they were soon up on a roof.

"Admit it." MJ said.

"Admit what?"

"Admit that you had fun today. I can hear it in the tone of your voice."

Peter rolled his eys behind his mask. "Fine, I admit. I had fun with you today."

"Yes! I told we would have a great time. Hey, did you hear what that guy said about me?"

"Not really. Was it something about your suit?"

"He said 'I won't be taken down by some girl in a skanky outfit'. You don't think I look skanky, do you?"

Peter squirmed a little bit. "Not really. It's just... It just doesn't leave much to the imagination."

MJ put her hands to on her hips and looked at Peter like he wasn't realizing something every one else could see.

"Look who's talking."

"What do you mean?"

"Dude, you are wearing skin tight spandex over your entire body."

"Dudette, I have to. It's to reduce the air resistance."

"If you say so. I'm just surprised you haven't got athletes foot over your entire body. I'm telling you, I won't kiss you if you look like a leper."

"Oy."

The two teenagers sat on the edge of the building looking out over the city, things seemed to have quiet down now. They had removed their maskes and shuffled really closed.

"You know, it's really nice here when there's no one trying mugg you."

"Mm-hm, it has it's ups. Say, how about getting back home? We can continue patrolling tomorrow." Peter asked.

"Yeah. I think I could use a shower. You wanna come over and maybe watch a movie at my place later?"

"Yes gladly."

They got up on their feets, but instead of jumping up on his back, MJ wrapped her arms around Peters waist.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked her.

"I just wanna say thanks. I had a great time today, Tiger."

"I'm glad your happy. I had a great time too."

They gave eachother an eskimo kiss, then Peter lifted up MJ in his arms and carried her away like he were Tarzan and she was Jane.

"All aboard the Spidey-express. Next stop; French-town and Makeout-ville"