Dudes, once again, I'm tiered and just want to get some chapters up. Other than that, enjoy!
"You did what?" exclaimed Peter.
"I know, I can hardly believe it myself. I saved that kid's life. At least, I think I did. But, you know what? I think he helped me more than I helped him."
Lizzie and Peter, after they left their aunt's house, decided to take a walk around the city and talk with each other.
"Oh? Why's that?"
"Carlos, the boy I saved, told me that I was his little sister's hero. He told me that not only did she miss me, but he did as well. That's when I knew for sure that Spider-woman meant something to someone." Lizzie looked at her brother. "You were right all along, Pete. New York missed me more than I thought they did."
Peter smiled. "I guess this would be the time that I say I told you so?"
"Yes. You are correct."
"Well, in that case, I told you so."
"Now, now. No need to brag about it."
The twins laughed themselves silly until Peter broke it. "In all seriousness. What made you change your mind about the whole Spider-woman thing?"
Lizzie grinned as she recalled the memory of her redemption. "Let's just say that I remembered something that a very wise old man told me once when I was younger." Lizzie glanced to her right, spotting the new edition of The Daily Bugle that, in a nutshell, asked the newest, popular question: Where is Spider-man now? "Sometimes, it hits me how dumb people are," said Lizzie.
Peter was about to say something when someone started calling for help. Turning their heads, the Parker twins saw a burning apartment building. Peter, instinctively, began to open his shirt when he realized that he didn't have his suit anymore.
Looking at Peter, Lizzie said, "Look. I know that it's weird to have your younger sibling tell you what to do, but don't you even dare go in that building. You understand me?"
"Yeah, ah huh, sure."
"Pete, I mean it. I'm going to take care of it. Don't do anything." Before Peter could respond, Lizzie took off to the nearest alley where she took off her street cloths. Once she was in her suit, Spider-woman rushed to the nearest screaming pedestrian. "Is there anyone in this building?" she asked him.
"Yeah, we think there's a kid stuck on the second floor, and some crazy white dude just ran in there." Darn you, Peter. "So, don't tell me you're going in-" the man stopped mid-sentence once he realized who he was talking to. "You're-you're-"
"Yeah, I know. Stay safe." Before anyone could stop her, Spider-woman swung towards the second floor's window. Even from where she currently was, she could hear the man scream, "She's back! Spider-woman is back, baby! Whoa!"
Good to know.
Spider-woman didn't waste another second as she began searching for her brother. It didn't take her very long, considering that he wasn't to far off from her.
"I'm coming!" he shouted at the door as he prepared to ram it.
"Don't ram the-" Peter ran into the door, causing him to back away holding his shoulder. "door. Pete! Peter!" Spider-woman shouted out to her sibling.
Peter looked at his sister. "There's a kind trapped in there!"
"I believe you."
"Then let me do this," said Peter as he kicked the door down and ran into the room.
"Are you crazy! You'll get yourself-" A loud creak interrupted Spider-woman as a chunk of the ceiling fell to the floor. At the last second, Peter rolled to safety across the floor. "Peter!"
"Let me do this, Liz!"
"You'll get yourself killed!"
"Then supervise!" shouted Peter as he opened a closet door and pulled out a crying little girl.
Spider-woman was about to say something when she heard someone from above shout, "Help me! Somebody, please help me!"
"There's someone trapped up there. I need to help them. I swear Peter Parker, if you die on me, I'll resurrect you just so I can kill you myself." Peter nodded his head before Lizzie took of to the next floor. "Hello! Can anyone hear me!"
"Help me!" came a cry from above Spider-woman's head.
"I'm coming!" Just one more floor. "Hey! Can you hear me?!" Spider-woman yelled as loud as she could.
"Yes! I'm *cough* I'm over *cough* *cough* here *cough*!"
Spider-woman soon saw a woman, her leg trapped underneath debris. Shoot! "It's alright. I've got this," said Spider-woman as she pushed the rubble off of the woman.
"Thank you-" the woman gasped.
"Yes, I know. There's no time right now. We have to get out of-" The ceiling began to moan. "Grab onto and hang on tight!" Before the woman could say anything else, Spider-woman picked her up and ran out of the building. As soon as they made it outside, Spider-woman shot a web at the nearest street lamp and began lowering herself down. Once they were on the ground, the paramedics rushed over to the woman to give her medical attention.
"Thank you, Spider-woman."
"No sweat."
Spider-woman then left the scene before anyone else realized who she was.
~O~F~W~E~B~S~A~N~D~R~E~A~L~I~T~Y~
When Lizzie was able to get back to her brother she ran up to him and hugged him so tight that to Peter, it felt like his bones were breaking. "Oh my gosh, Peter. I was so worried..."
Peter, who was still trying to catch his breath, gasped, "Um, Lizzie. Your grip is crushing my lungs."
"Oh. Sorry."
"No, don't be. So... you saved someone's life?"
"We saved lives. You obviously made it out okay. I'm guessing that the girl did, too?"
"Yeah. She did."
"Good."
"I think you also got the whole city talking."
"Really? How?"
Peter grinned. "Haven't you heard? Spider-woman is back!"
Lizzie's eyes grew wide in shock. "She is?! Oh. My. Freaking. Gosh. I'm so happy I think I'm going to die!"
Peter chuckled before kissing her forehead. "Welcome back, sis."
~Two Days Later~
Lizzie was sitting on a bench in front of the music store for her lunch break. As Lizzie enjoyed a bag of crispy baby carrots and the novel she was currently reading, she felt someone's shadow cover her, blocking the light she was using to read. Lizzie sighed. "Can't you leave me alone for, like, one break, Mike?"
"I'm not Mike."
Lizzie looked up from her book. "What are you doing here, Harry?"
"I wanted to talk to you about the other day... and maybe some other things as well." Harry glanced at the empty spot next to Lizzie. "May I sit down?" Lizzie nodded her head as Harry sat down, giving her a quick thanks.
The couple remained silent for a brief moment before Harry began to speak again. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry about the way I acted at the planetarium. I know that I was acting like a complete jerk. It's just that I was so angry about everything that's been happening to me lately. Doctor Octavius' failure, the money that Oscorp lost, my dad's murder, the Spiders... It was too much for me to keep bottled up. That's why I snapped." Harry glanced over at Lizzie, his brown graze meeting her blue eyes. "Can you ever forgive me?"
Harry was afraid that she'd say no. That she'd never forever hold a grudge and disgust towards him as she remained silent for what seemed like an eternity. His fears were immediately blown away when Lizzie smiled her drop-dead gorgeous smile at him. "Of course I can forgive you, Harry. But..."
Harry felt his heart drop down into the pit of his stomach. "But what?"
"I can't forgive the hate and vengeance that's consuming you. I wish that I could forget about it... but I can't. Not when it's slowly stealing the man I love away from me." Lizzie place her hand on top of Harry's as she stared him straight in the eyes. "Harry, please, don't let it continue to destroy you. It's not too late to stop this obsession with the Spiders. Force all the hatred and anger that you have inside out of your life. Not just for me, or for your father, but for yourself as well."
Could he? Can Harry really let go of what he thinks Spider-man and Spider-woman has done to him? To his father? Maybe. Maybe he could.
"I can't. Not now, Lizzie. I just can't"
Lizzie felt tears beginning to blur her sight. "Then when, Hair? When will you stop?"
"Soon. Very soon."
"Promise?"
Harry place his hand on his girlfriend's cheek as his thumb brushed away a lone tear that was on her face. "I promise." Harry glanced down at Lizzie's soft lips. "Gosh. You're so beautiful."
Before Lizzie could say anything, Harry's strong lips met hers. Lizzie didn't mind. Not one bit, because as he kissed her, Lizzie felt his love for her. She could taste his promise as if he were God breathing life into Adam's mouth. If Lizzie could stop time, she would freeze this moment so she could stay like this forever and always. Forever and always. Lizzie smiled as she remembered another promise Harry had made to her not so long ago.
Sadly, Harry and Lizzie had to pull away from each other. Harry chuckled as he watched her pout. "You know what? Why don't you come over to my place for dinner tonight? I'll make you something and order some tiramisu."
Harry felt his heart jump a couple of beats as he watched her eyes light up. "Really? You'd buy me tiramisu?"
"It's your favorite, right?"
"Yes. Which is why I shall accept your offer, Mr. Osborn."
"Great! My place at seven?"
"It's a date," said Lizzie as Harry got up and gave her a light peck on the lips.
"I'll see you later, Miss. Parker."
"Yeah, later," she said dreamily.
Once Harry had gotten back into his car and was driven away, Lizzie place her finger tips where she she'd been kissed.
"Lizzie!"
Lizzie looked towards the voice that had called out her name. "Peter? What are you doing here? I thought that you were with Mary Jane."
"He took her."
"What? Who took who?" Lizzie asked, confused. Lizzie noticed how tight her brother's fists were. "Pete?"
"Doctor Octavius took Mary Jane."
Lizzie's eyes widen in fear. "How? What happened?"
"It doesn't matter! He just took her and won't let her go unless he has us."
"Us?"
"Spider-man and Spider-woman."
"Why does he want 'them'?"
"I don't know why!" Peter snapped. "I just know that he wants us."
"Pete. There's just one problem. You're not Spider-man anymore. Remember?" Lizzie knew they would never get Mary Jane back now and that made her feel utterly helpless.
"You're right. I wasn't," admitted Peter.
Lizzie raised an eyebrow at the word wasn't. "What do you mean? Wait! Does that mean that-"
Peter shot a web ball as a nearby building. "Yes. I'm back. Spider-man is back."
Lizzie felt herself smile a cheek-to-cheek smile. "I'm glad to hear that, Pete. Oh! Wait. What about your disguise? You threw it away."
"I know."
"So what are you going to do?"
Peter grinned mischievously. "I'm getting it back."
~T~H~E~S~T~O~R~Y~O~F~S~P~I~D~E~R~W~O~M~A~N~
"Are you sure about this?" said Lizzie. "What if someone sees you? You'll be so screwed."
"No one will notice me."
"But what if someone does?"
"Liz."
"Yeah?"
"Are you done nagging me yet?"
Lizzie narrowed her eyes at her brother. "I wasn't nagging you."
"Sure you weren't."
Lizzie sighed in frustration. "Look, just be careful, alright?"
"I'll try." Before Peter left the building they were on, Peter looked at Lizzie, a teasing look written on his face. "Are you sure that you won't let me borrow your mask?"
Lizzie rolled her eyes. "No. Now, get going before I have to push you. Oh wait!" Lizzie shoved Peter off of the building. "Too late!" It didn't take Peter long to get his suit back from Mr. Jameson, who yelled so loud, half of New York could hear him.
Yes! Score.
Lizzie laughing in joy, shot after her brother. Once the siblings were a good distance away from the newspaper company, they found a roof where the siblings changed into their outfits.
"That," Spider-woman said, "was epic. I feel like we just ding-dong ditched a house."
"Easy for you to say," said Peter from behind a furnace. "You weren't the one who was pushed off of a building."
"Oh details, details. What's done is done. Are you almost-" Spider-woman was interrupted by a web blob as it attacked her face. "Eek! Get it off me!" Spider-woman squealed as she began to claw the object off of her face. As soon as the last of it was gone, Spider-woman said, "Hey!"
"Now we're even," said Spider-man.
"Ha ha. Very funny," said Spider-woman.
"Come on, sis. We've got work to do."
In the blink of an eye, they set off to save Mary Jane.
So, what did you guys think? UGH! I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I just want to go to sleep and read my books. Is that too much to ask for? And, to top it all off, I have a freaking bowling match tomorrow. And possibly a musical practice tomorrow. Yippy freaking yay! Just what I want to do after I get home from a winter/church/Bible retreat. But, all soreness and tiredness aside, I do enjoy what I do after school. It's just been a long, and yet short, weekend *sigh* :(
