Well, here it is. The next chapter! I'm almost done typing up all the chapters, too! I mean, don't get me wrong, there's a small part of me that will miss this story, but hey, that's life. So, enjoy!

The next day, Lizzie decided to sleep in since so much had happened the day before. She would have slept in even longer if something didn't jolt her awake. Lizzie squealed in fright as she fell off of her bed in a tangle of bed sheets.

"What hoe? Who goes there?" Lizzie called out to no one in particular.

A cracking, buzzing noise answered her: "Calling all units. Calling all units. There's an out of control crane near Sixth and Fifty-fourth Avenue. Again, calling all units."

Lizzie cursed under her breath. Why, again, did she give into Peter giving her a police radio for her? Oh, that's right, because she decided to be Spider-woman again. Looking up at the ceiling, Lizzie shook her fist dramatically, saying, "Curse you, peril danger. Why can't the universe just play nice and get along?"

Getting up, she closed the curtains, grumbling the whole way, before grabbing her uniform. Once she was changed, Spider-woman opened her curtains again and opened her window all the way up. Sighing, Spider-woman said, "Well, watch out world! Here I come."

She leapt out of her window, heading towards who-knows-what.

~O~F~W~B~S~A~N~D~R~E~A~L~I~T~Y~

Spider-woman soon discovered that this crane was more than just out of control, it was totally crazy. A man, who was the controller, was struggling to get out safely.

Time to go to work.

Landing next to the man, the hero said, "Need help getting out, sir?"

The man shakily unbuckled himself and reached his hands out for her to grab him. Spider-woman pulled the man towards herself and jumped off of the building, shooting a web at a near by building to lower herself to the ground. When they reached the pavement safely, the man said, "Oh, thank you, Spider-woman."

"No problem."

As Spider-woman began to look around the area to see if something else had gone wrong, she heard someone approach her from behind.

"Hey! Spider-woman."

Spider-woman turned around, finding herself staring at a man with spiky blond hair and looked like he was around her age.

"Hey?" she said, unsure what to say back.

"I'm the new guy," he said like the hero would automatically know what he was talking about. Spider-woman, of course, had no clue what he meant.

"New guy for what?"

"For yours and Spider-man's pictures, which will still be for the Daily Bugle."

"No one takes my pictures, and Spider-man already has someone for that."

The 'new guy' seemed to laugh at the sky. "Oh, not you, too. I already explained myself to your spider pal. And you know what," he said, pointing a finger at her. "I think it's about time someone snapped some shots of you. Now, smile for the camera!"

As he placed his camera in front of his eye, Spider-woman placed her hand over the lens. "I'm sorry, but, who are you?"

"Brock. Edward Brock Jr. ," Edward said, holding out his hand for her to shake. When she didn't take it, he smiled and brought his arm down to his side. "Okay. Don't shake my hand."

"Alright, Edward-"

"Eddie."

Spider-woman sighed. "Eddie. I don't want my picture taken and Spider-man has a photographer, so he won't be needing you."

"Parker is a bit of an amateur, if you ask me. He makes Spider-man appear chunky, and, if he did yours too, I bet he would get you all wrong. I mean, look at those curves. I mean... Oh! No man's camera could ever do them justice. Except me. Now, strike a pose!" Eddie brought his camera back up for another shot. Unfortunately for him, a spider web blocked his lens. "Hey! What the-"

"See ya," Spider-woman said, shooting a web string and swinging away from the disaster.

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Spider-woman had just arrived home when she heard the front door open and close. A very upset Mary Jane began taking off her shoes.

"Is everything alright, MJ?" Spider-woman asked.

Mary Jane spun around, startled. "Oh, Lizzie you- Do you need to be somewhere?"

Spider-woman took off her mask, her long brown hair falling past her shoulders. "No. I just got back. Big Crane incident."

"You too, huh?"

"Let me guess. Peter was there, too?"

"Didn't you see him?"

"No. I left before I got the chance to find out. So, how do you know that he was there when I didn't?"

Mary Jane sighed before saying, "I went to Peter's apartment to talk about my musical review."

Lizzie's eyes widened. "You mean you got a critic review already? Let me see it."

Mary Jane shook her head. "You can't. I threw it away."

"What? Why?" asked Lizzie, confused.

"Because it was a negative review. It said that I was 'easy on the eyes' and that my 'small voice' barely made it past the front row."

"Oh, MJ. I'm so sorry," said Lizzie, wrapping her arms around her friend.

"I know that I shouldn't worry about it, but that review looked like something my father would have written."

"It's alright. You have every right to. Just as long as you don't dwell on it forever."

Mary Jane gave the brunette a small, weak smile. "I'm so glad that you're near by when I need someone."

"I'll always be here for you, MJ. I'm one of your best friends."

"And I hope that you we'll stay that way."

"Of course we will. Through thick and thin. So, was my brother any help?"

Mary Jane shoo her head. "No. He wasn't."

Lizzie raised one of her dark eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Well, he acted like he knew how I feel. How Spider-man gets attacked by the critics all the time. And then he gave me the high horse speech."

"Oh, no! Not good."

"Definitely not good. For him."

The two remained silent for a few moments until Lizzie spoke up again. "You know that Peter was just trying to help, even though he approached the problem the wrong way."

"I know," sighed Mary Jane.

"Plus, I think this whole fame thing is getting to his head. Just give him some time, but don't forget to work it out, too."

"Alright. I'll try. Thanks, Lizzie."

"No problem. You know what sounds good right now?"

"No. What?"

"A junk food and movie night. We should have one when you get home from the show tonight."

Mary Jane smiled. "That does sound pretty good."

"Great! See you then?"

"Yeah."

"Well then, I'm off to take a shower. I think I need one after all the hectic things that happened in the last eighteen hours."

"You and me both, Lizzie."

So, did you guys like it? Hate it? I hope you liked it. If you hated it, I think I'll go crawl into my corner on gloom and cry :"( Ha-ha. JK :) Few more things before I go. One, I get to see Warm Bodies tomorrow! Woot woot! Two, Harry's 19th birthday was yesterday! I made him a card and tweeted a picture of it to him. I'm still waiting for him to re-tweet it. Ever so patiently. Oh well. As long as he saw it and it made him smile, then I'm good. I'll try to post the next couple of chapters before the end of tonight (if you're not in central time, sorry!). Until next time, see ya later :)