Peter pulled his web tight, arcing his way around a corner, his target finally came into view. A couple minutes prior, he had heard chatter over the police radio about a stolen vehicle containing explosive chemicals, and now he could see it. Right away, he could see a couple issues: first, there were a couple police vehicles in pursuit, and there were already some shots being fired from the vehicle they were pursuing. Second, and even worse, was the fact that whoever was driving the truck that had been stolen was all over the road. Did these guys even know what they had stolen? Regardless, Peter knew he had to handle the situation in a delicate manner; if anything went wrong, a lot of people were instantly at risk.

He came in closer, and of course, the bad guys started shooting at him. Dodging and weaving expertly, he narrowly avoided several bullets while maintaining his momentum towards the vehicle. As he came in closer, his mask suddenly alerted him of an incoming call from none other than Miles Morales.

"Hey Peter," came the usual cheerful voice of his young friend. "You busy?"

"A little," Peter said. In his many years of having conversations over the phone with M.J, he had learned how to handle situations like this. "Go ahead, but just know that you might have to talk at me and possibly repeat a couple details in a moment," he added, finally landing on the roof of the truck.

"Okay," Miles began, "so, you remember that girl that I told you I was finally going to ask out the other day?"

"Yeah," Peter answered as he disarmed and yanked the thug in the passenger seat, webbing him to a nearby lamppost they passed by. "Why? You get too nervous again?" He had to admit, while he missed certain aspects of being a teenager, working up the courage to ask somebody out was not one of them. Realizing they were coming upon an intersection, Peter quickly dived feet first into the vehicle to kick out the driver as Miles continued.

"No no, I actually did it this time, thank goodness," he began. He didn't sound very happy though, which concerned Peter a little, though he was a little preoccupied with digging his feet into the ground to slow the vehicle to a halt after kicking the driver out, so Miles continued: "She said she was interested, but she needed to talk to her father first."

"What did he say?" Peter practically growled as he finally brought the vehicle to a halt, having stopped it just before it could hit some teenager who was clearly far too into his music to notice what was going on in the world around him. The police pulled up onto the scene almost immediately afterward.

"Thanks for the assist, Spider-Man," one of the officers acknowledged. "We're still pretty short staffed in the wake of everything that's happened, so we couldn't get a roadblock."

"Good thing one of my job titles is 'Human Roadblock'," Peter quipped before giving a quick two fingered salute. "Until next time guys!" he added, firing a web and hauling himself away from the scene.

As he'd been talking to the officers, Miles had given an answer to his question, but he'd been too caught up to hear it. "Sorry about that Miles," Peter said once he was far enough from the scene to focus back on the conversation, "you were saying?"

"Right; by the way, what did you just do? Did you just stop the run away chemical truck in the Upper West Side?" Miles said enthusiastically.

"Miles," Peter said, chuckling as he tried to refocus his young protege, "what did her dad say?"

"Oh, yeah," Miles said, and now Peter could tell that he had purposefully distracted from the situation. "So, she said her dad was okay with it only if we were chaperoned and out in public. Plus, I have to...I have to meet him first."

"That's a good thing, Miles," Peter assured him as he continued swinging across the Manhattan skyline.

"You think so?" Miles asked.

"Sure man," Peter replied. "It means that he's invested in his daughter's life. I know it can be intimidating, but don't let it worry you too much."

"Right," Miles said, and it sounded like there were more words on the edge of his tongue that the boy was nervous to say.

"Is there something else?" Peter prodded.

"Well, I know you're really busy," Miles began, "between your new job at Stark Industries and, you know, saving the city...but my mom is busy the next few days, and so, I was wondering if you and Mary Jane might want to come along? You know, like a double date kind of thing?"

"I'll have to check with her to be sure," Peter replied as he neared the Stark Industries building, his lunch break having been used up, "but I don't see why not. When are you wanting to do it?"

"Tomorrow night," Miles replied. "Gwen likes ice skating, so I figured we could head to that new rink they built in Harlem?"

"Nothing like giving a guy plenty of notice," Peter teased as he landed on the roof near where he had a spare change of clothes stashed. "Alright, I'll check in with M.J, and I'll let you know."

"Okay, cool!" Miles said enthusiastically. "Sorry for springing this one you. No pressure, but let me know as soon as you can please!"

"Will do kiddo," Peter answered, chuckling at the boy's enthusiasm. He hung up and immediately dialed M.J.

"Hey Pete," came the ever sweet and friendly voice of one Mary Jane Watson. "What's up?"

"Just double checking something: we didn't have anything special planned for tomorrow, did we?" Peter asked.

"Nope," M.J. answered quickly. Unlike Peter's ever disorganized self, M.J. practically had her schedule memorized, which was helpful for a busy reporter like her. "Why?"

"Miles called," Peter answered. "He finally asked out that girl after all these months, and apparently her dad will only let her go on a date if they're chaperoned. He was wondering if we wanted to do a double date kind of thing. He mentioned ice skating specifically."

"Ooh, sounds fun," M.J. replied. "I might have to work just a tad late, but yeah, I can do that."

"Awesome," Peter replied. "I know Miles will be thrilled."

"I'll bet," M.J. said, adding: "I can't wait to meet her. I've been hoping for another girl to come into the picture to finally have someone to gang up on you boys with."

"You know, on second thought..." Peter teased.

"Nope, too late to back out now," M.J. teased back. "Anyway, I gotta go; got a hard deadline to meet. Back to work for us both."

"Yep," Peter agreed. "See you tonight?"

"Always," M.J. confirmed, her voice still filled with the same happiness as when they had first gotten back together months prior. "I love you."

"I love you too," Peter replied, smiling underneath his mask as he hung up.

This was gonna be fun.

This is the first part of a fun little seven chapter story I wrote just to say I got a multi-chapter story going in the Gamerverse. There will be a little drama, but nothing that heavy. Unless things get crazy, I'll post a chapter a day for the next week. Hope you all enjoy!

Continuing to pray for you all. Stay safe and healthy!

"A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother." Proverbs 18:24