Hello! Sorry it's taken so long. I would have had it up Sunday night, but my laptop was being stupid. I literally was about to push submit story when my screen froze. Yeah. You can guess what happened next. I do not own Spider-man. What? Did you think I was Stan Lee? Well, I'm honored. Anyway. On with the story!

"Catch me!" shouted Lizzie as she neared the pavement.

It didn't take long for Spider-man to do so. As soon as he caught his baby sister, he shot a web at a nearby building and began to swing away. Lizzie could hear gun shots behind her as Spider-man continued forward. There was no doubt that they were for Doctor Octavius. Soon, Spider-man brought Lizzie safely to the ground about half a block away from the bank.

"There you go," said Spider-man.

"Thank you," said Lizzie, still holding her hero. Noticing the amount of people around them, Lizzie got her inner-actor on. "Oh, great and powerful Spider-man! How can I, ah, ever repay you?" Lizzie blinked her eye-lids rapidly.

Spider-man sighed. "Do you really have to act like this?"

"Yes."

Spider-man shook his head.

"Well, say something," she whispered. Sighing, again, Spider-man said, "Well, damsel in distress." Lizzie glared at the super hero. "You can repay me by staying out of trouble."

"Psh. Impossible. Trouble always seems to find me."

"Gee. I wonder why?" he said sarcastically.

Lizzie stuck out her tongue before leaning into Spider-man for another thank you hug and whispered into his ear, "I'll see you tonight at the planetarium." Leaning back, Lizzie smiled. "Thanks again. I guess that I'll see you around again sometime, huh?"

"Yeah. See you around."

And then he was off, leaving Lizzie alone with his adoring fans.

~O~F~

As soon as Lizzie was able to get away from her sibling's fans, she made her way back towards the bank where she was immediately pulled aside by the paramedics. Once they were done examining her, Aunt May was allowed to see her. Before Lizzie could get a word out, Aunt May hugged her so tight it made Lizzie wondered if her aunt had been a champion body builder when she was younger.

"Oh, my dear Elizabeth. My sweet, baby girl. I was so scared that I was going to lose you," cried Aunt May, her grip becoming tighter with each word.

As Aunt May held her, Lizzie not only felt comforted by her, but she felt like she was comforting her aunt in return. "It's alright, Aunt May. I'm here. He didn't kill me."

"But I felt like he did. And I didn't feel like you were safe until I was able to hold you. Why, if it wasn't for Spider-man... I guess I was wrong about him all along."

Lizzie was about to ask her aunt what she meant when she heard someone say, "I'm her boyfriend! I have every right to see her as her family does." Lizzie felt her heart skip a beat. "Harry!" she exclaimed with joy.

Harry gave the two people who were blocking him a smug look as they let him pass. As soon as he was through and in front of Lizzie he wrapped his arms around her and brought her head to his chest and placed his forehead on top of her head. "Lizzie. Thank goodness you're safe. When I heard what happened... I was so worried." Lizzie wrapped her arms around his waist while she pressed her cheek even deeper into his chest, breathing in his scent. "I don't know what I would have ever done without you, Liz."

"Shh. It's alright. I'm here. Nothing bad happened to me. You'll never have to know."

Harry sighed. "I hope I never will, Lizzie. I hope I never will.

~W~E~B~S~

Lizzie smiled as she finished the last note of the song she was playing. Even though no one clapped for her, Lizzie felt like her dreams were starting to come true.

Not long after, Charlotte Buff, one of the main planners of John's party, stepped up on to the stage and began to speak into the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen. Good evening." The guests began to look in Mrs. Buff's direction. "The Committee for the Science Library of New York is pleased to present our guest of honor.

"He's the first man to play football on the moon." She paused as everyone began to laugh. "The handsome, the heroic, the delicious, Caption John Jameson!" Charlotte motioned her arm in John's direction, who had a stunning Mary Jane by his side, while Lizzie and the other hired musicians as the guests began to clap while the couple made their way down the stairs.

Once John and Mary Jane made it on stage, Mrs. Buff exclaimed, "Let's hear it one more time for Captain John Jameson."

Everyone, including Lizzie, clapped again for John. Out of the corner of her eye, Lizzie noticed her brother staring at their friend, who had a blank emotion on his face before someone yelled at him to take a picture of the waving couple.

~A~N~D~R~E~A~L~I~T~Y~

"Alright, gang. Take five," said the saxophone player.

Lizzie got up from her piano bench and made her way towards the bar. "I'd like a glass of sparkling grape juice, please."

"Don't have it."

"Okay. Do you have coke?"

"We have water."

"I'll take that, please."

When Lizzie was given a blue glass, she thanked the bar tender and took a sip of her drink. Lizzie soon felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist. "You look beautiful in blue. I still like seeing you in black, though," said a warm, alcohol scented voice into her ear.

"Harry. You're drunk."

"Do I at least get a thank you for complementing you?" said Harry as he turned his girlfriend around.

"Thanks."

Harry smirked. "You're welcome. What's wrong?" he asked when he noticed her concerned look.

"I already told you what's wrong. You've been drinking too much."

"It's none of your business how much I drink. So stay out of it," said Harry angrily.

Lizzie narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend. "Yes. It is, Harry. I'm your girlfriend and I'm worried that you're way beyond sober."

"Exactly. You're just my girlfriend. Not my mother."

Lizzie sighed in frustration. "So. You want to get drunk? Fine. Knock yourself out. In fact, why don't you get so drunk that you black out and forget the whole night. My breaks up. See you later, Harry." And before Harry could say anything else, Lizzie left.

As Lizzie took her seat, the other players noticed how tense she looked. "Um, Lizzie. Is everything alright?" asked the drummer.

"Yes. Everything is perfectly fine. What song are we playing now?"

Once the group settled back into another jazz song, Lizzie felt all of her worries leave her as her fingers glided across the piano keys. The evening seemed to go back to normal... that is, until a slap echoed throughout the room.

"Huh? Isn't that right? Huh, brother?" Harry yelled as he slapped Peter again.

"Harry!" Lizzie yelled as she stood on her feet.

Harry locked eyes with her for a brief second before he turned his gaze back on Peter before he turned to leave.

"Please, excuse me," said Lizzie as she pulled up her dress and ran out after he boyfriend.

~T~H~E~

"What the heck was that about, Harry?!" yelled Lizzie once she caught up with him outside of the room the party was in.

"What was what about?"

Lizzie pointed in the direction of the place they had just come out of. "That! The fight that you had with my brother?"

"He's defending the bugs."

"Oh. My. Gosh. Enough with your obsession with the Spiders."

Harry stiffened. "Don't. Don't tell me you're siding with him and defending the city's precious heros."

Lizzie felt herself become even angrier. "I'm not taking anyone's side. Or defending Spider-man and Spider-woman right now."

"Than what do you want me to do?" he snapped.

"Stop this madness. Revenge will only fill your heart with hate until it's the only thing you feel and have left."

"So, you want me to stop? To let Spider-woman get away with killing my father along with her little helper?" said Harry in anger that matched Lizzie's.

"Yes!" she exclaimed in frustration as she threw her hands up in the air.

"Than, you're out of luck." Harry growled as he left the building, leaving behind a hurt, and very pissed off, Lizzie.

~S~T~O~R~Y~

"So, John asked you to marry him?" asked Lizzie as the two friends shared a large bowl of chocolate ice cream.

"Yes. He did."

"And what did you tell him?"

"I said yes."

"Hmm. So, it is true. I wasn't just hearing things." Lizzie looked down at the green, big-as-a-house bowl. "You know what? Screw this bowl. We're just wasting dish water by using it," said Lizzie as she replaced the dish with the dessert's carton.

"I'm guessing that you've had a pretty bad day?"

"You have no idea, MJ. You have no idea."

"I think I might have know how you feel a small hint of it."

Lizzie raised one of her eyebrows, quizzically. "Really?"

Mary Jane nodded her head. "Your brother, just by talking to me, reminded me how much he's been missing all the things that are important to me in my life right now."

"Like the play you're in?"

"Especially my play."

"Well, that's a shame, because it's a darn good play."

Mary Jane laughed. "Yeah. It is. Are you sure that you don't want to talk about what happened tonight?"

Lizzie shrugged her shoulders. "What's there to talk about? Everyone saw what Harry did to Peter. They probably heard our fight, too. Other than that, there really isn't much to say. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to turn on the saddest thing I can find on television and eat the rest of my ice cream in peace."

"Would you enjoy it even more if I asked you to be my maid of honor?" asked Mary Jane as she twirled the spoon she had in her hand.

Lizzie almost dropped her own spoon. "Wait. Are you serious?"

Mary Jane laughed. "Yes. I am."

"Well then, I would love to be your maid of honor."

Mary Jane smiled. "Thanks, Lizzie."

"No. Thank you, MJ," said Lizzie as the roommates hugged. Even though I think you're marrying the wrong man.

O~F~

Lizzie didn't talk to or see Harry or Peter the next day. Luckily, Lizzie had work that day. To keep her mind off of the fight she had with Harry the previous night, Lizzie kept herself constantly busy by organizing every music book in the store to scrubbing the staff's bathroom floor. Lizzie never thought that she'd be so disappointed to leave Mike and make her way back to her apartment.

Even when she was home, Lizzie looked for anything to do just to keep her distracted. When she had finally ran out of things to do, Lizzie screamed in frustration. "Great! Now what am I going to do?" And that's when it hit her. She could go and visit Peter.

Deciding that her idea was one that should be acted upon, Lizzie grabbed her things and made her way to her brother's place.

~S~P~I~D~E~R~W~O~M~A~N~

The apartment building that Peter lived in was definitely a cheep place to stay. The outside looked fine... it was the inside that had problems.

The paint and wall paper were elegantly peeling off of the walls, while a good majority of the floor boards creaked under Lizzie's weight. But, then again, when you're struggling to pay the bills, you have to make some sacrifices. The old creaky stairs didn't make Lizzie feel any better, though.

As Lizzie neared the floor that Peter lived on, she heard polka music playing softly in the background with the occasional laughs echoing through out the area. Sighing, Lizzie knocked on Peter's door. "Pete. Open up. It's Lizzie." Lizzie soon heard the foot steps of her twin followed by the clings and clanks of the door being unlocked. When the door was open, Lizzie gave him a small smile. "Hey, Pete."

"Hey, Liz."

"May I come in?" Peter nodded his head. "Thanks," said Lizzie as she made her way into his literally one room apartment.

"What are you doing here, Lizzie?" asked Peter closing the door.

"I was in the neighborhood. Thought that I'd stop by and say hello," said Lizzie as she sat on Peter's bed. "Hello."

"What are you really doing here, Lizzie?" Peter asked as he looked at his sister.

Lizzie sighed. "To be honest with you, I'm not really sure." The bed sank further down as Peter sat next to Lizzie. "I guess that I just needed someone to talk to who would truly understand what I'm going through."

There was a moment of silence before Peter said, "What's been bothering, sis?"

"Harry and I got into a couple of arguments at the party last night. He wants nothing more than to kill us, Pete. It's breaking my heart. And... and I think I'm beginning to lose him. It's like everyday another piece of him goes missing and is replaced with even more hate. Oh, Pete. I don't know what I'm going to do without him." Lizzie felt herself begin to silently cry.

Silence filled to room again. After a few moments, Peter said, "Liz, I have to tell you something. Something important."

"Okay."

"A few days ago, I started having problems with my powers. At first, I thought that it was nothing, that it was just a fluke and that my body needed to rest. But it happened again the next day. And then yesterday, I couldn't do anything."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I couldn't climb walls, couldn't see clearly... like I needed glasses."

"What? Peter, that's impossible. You haven't needed glasses for two years."

"I know. And that's what was so strange. I went to a doctor. He told me I was fine. That's when I asked him what all of my... conditions meant."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up. You told your doctor about your abilities?" Lizzie wanted to slap Peter upside his head. "Peter. That has to be the dumbest thing you've ever-"

"Well, I technically didn't tell him about my powers."

"Then what did you tell him?"

"I told him that I've been having dreams that I was Spider-man and in those dreams I'm trying to climb a wall but I can't."

"And he bought it?" asked Lizzie, not fully believing her older brother's story.

"I think so. But back on the subject. I asked him what he thought they meant."

Lizzie leaned closer to Peter. "And what does he think your dreams mean?"

"He says that it maybe means that I'm not meant to be Spider-man."

"Do you believe what he told you?" whispered Lizzie, afraid to hear Peter's answer. Peter remained silent. "Well, do you?"

Peter looked down at his lap. "Yes. I think that I do." Lizzie felt her heart stop. Peter slowly looked back at Lizzie's eyes. "Lizzie. I don't want to be Spider-man anymore."

"What?!" Lizzie gasped in disbelief.

"You heard me right. I'm Spider-man no more."

That's about it for now. Until next time, see ya later :) OH! I'm listening to *OW! You're giving me a* Heart atack. Oh, dear sweet Niall, you gave me a heart atack when I listened to this song for the first time :)