She's Not Okay… I Just Know It!
Mj hadn't been to school since Monday and it was now Friday, Peter had begun to worry about her more and more. He had made himself promise not to interfere, not to help her. She didn't want him too and so he wasn't going to.
It was a Friday night and he had been out trying to stop another robbery when it hit him. The sharp everlasting pain that seemed to rear its head every day or so. He nearly collapsed on the ground when it hit but Peter was able to stay upright.
"Haha… Looks like the Spider is having problems?" The man had a toothy grin on his face and Peter shook his head. However, the man was right, he was having major problems.
Peter gave the man a quick jab, the motion even sent the man's knife to the floor. "Now you're having problems." Peter quipped as he gave a solid punch to the man's chin. The robber fell to the ground and laid there. Peter had Fri call the cops and inform them of the situation.
Peter swung out the door and up onto a rooftop. The pain had lessened, and he let go a sigh of relief. He settled down on one of the corners and laid back trying to catch his breath. He was still worried about whoever his soulmate was.
Peter didn't know what to believe anymore… him and Mj's fight had him a little rattled, he wasn't sure who or what to believe. However, he hadn't an urge to protect whoever it was that shared their pain with him.
After a while Peter once again found himself swing through the city and somehow, he had a bad feeling, he felt horrible for the way he ended it with Mj, he shouldn't have left her. He should have taken care of her, made sure she was safe.
Now Peter Parker couldn't do that, and she had been gone, gone for way too long. Peter decided it was now time to make sure she was okay, with a little help from Spider-Man. He swung to where he thought her apartment block was and landed on an adjacent roof.
"Karen scan the building." He waited a while for Karen to process everything and run all her different scans. While he waited with his feet dangling off the building and his mind was anywhere but where he was currently, the pain from his soulmate began to creep back in him.
That pain… He hated this so much it wasn't even funny. He wanted to protect them, keep them safe, make sure everyone was okay. Then the scans came back and Peter nearly cursed… "What THE FU**"
With Michelle…
Michelle had been out for four days and she had two feelings for this, one she couldn't care any less and two well, she wished she was at school, so she was away from her deadbeat parents. Her mother wasn't all that bad, she'd yell at her to do something and smack her for not doing something fast enough.
Her father, on the other hand, was 'enjoying' her time off to the fullest and so all she felt was pain and misery. She had cried herself to sleep for nights on end tell herself she wasn't good enough or that she should just end it all.
Then as Friday came and her father was on both a high and an alcohol-fueled raged, he'd nearly kill her himself. "YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A DISAPPOINTMENT… YOU'RE NOTHING, YOU HEAR ME, NOTHING!" He yelled as another lashing came down onto her back.
Her whimpers and screams were stopped by his hand and just as she thought he was done he'd come back for another smack. "NO ONE GIVES A S*** ABOUT YOU AND EVERYONE WOULD BE BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU… YOU DON'T DESERVE TO HAVE A SOULMATE YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A DAUGHTER!" Then it hit again, this time blood came rolling down her back and began to burn into the other tears and rips in her flesh.
Tears didn't fall from her eyes; she had run out of those a long time ago. Her muscles were weak and there was no way of getting out of this, she knew it was. She knew it was… was the end? She hoped it was at least, then she would be free of the cruel world she lived in.
"COME ON YOU LITTLE S*** IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO FEEL REAL GOOD…" Somehow someway one finale tear managed to escape from her eyes before it all fell to black… she was out, out it, out of everything… she was free.
Back with Spider-Man.
"Ohh… No… no, no!" He had seen it… clear as day, Mj… She was out, out like a light as she fell against what he presumed was a mattress. Peter took a deep breath and jumped from the building, spinning down into the window of the apartment.
He was running on nothing but adrenaline, the pain would have no effect on him, not when he couldn't even think straight enough to know if the window had cut him. Peter landed in what he presumed to be the living room.
Mjs mom he presumed was passed out on the couch watching some fortune show and all she could muster was a. "Honey keep it down." Peter rolled his eyes and walked towards the hallway. He didn't even bother to try the door; with one kick the door fell down and exposed everything.
Peter didn't look at Mj, he didn't want to see what she looked like and just kept his focus on the man standing over top of her. "WHAT THE H***" The man yelled, Peters eyes on the suit had managed to turn red.
"Leave her alone, stand down." His voice was unwavering, cynical almost, the press conferences at S.I. had really helped him with that. The man didn't stop, didn't even really look at him.
Mj's father reached over beside his daughter's unmoving body and picked up a piece of a chair leg from what Peter could guess. He swung it towards Peter, however, Pete's senses had been dialed to 11. The man missed and Peter countered with a quick jab to his stomach and then another to his left and right arm.
To finish it off, he gave the man a quick kick to the crotch. It was something Nat had taught him, and the move came in handy. Mj's father fell to the ground and didn't' move. Pete shook his head at the man, if he could he would have spit on him.
"You're the worst person I've ever met. DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT HURT YOUR KID!" Peter walked out of the room and into what he guessed was the master. He took the blanket off the bed hoping nothing… 'weird' was on it and walked back into the room.
Peter walked back in and draped the blanket over Mj without looking and began to pick her up. Then he felt a quick stab to his back, and he knew he had messed up… 'Why didn't I notice him gone…" Peter let go of a sigh and turned back to the man.
The man's shirt was covered in blood, he was missing his pants and he looked to be fueled by anger at this point. "What? Though I would react to stab… join the club dude." Pete gave the man a quick knockout punch to the abdominal area and Mj's father stepped backwards falling onto the cold hard ground.
Pete looked back at Mj and gave a small, saddened stair. He knew he should have been worried from the start… how did he not notice this, why couldn't he have stopped this earlier?
"Come on, let's get you some help." Peter was weak, he already didn't feel good, but the stab really wasn't helping things now. Pete scooped Michelle up and gave a small smile to her sleep-filled face.
He held her snug to his torso as they swung through the city. She wasn't going to a hospital; he wasn't going to give her parents the luxury of being able to find her. It had taken thirty minutes to get across town with her, but he managed.
Pete landed on the pad of the penthouse that Tony used for his suits. Mj, still snug against him seemed to rest peaceful for what he could presume was the first time in possibly years. Pete walked into the penthouse, All the Avengers and Pepper were there watching a movie of some sort.
"Don't' ask. I'll tell you later, I'm going to go see Cho and have her pull out this knife… And she's going to take care of her." Peter looked down at Mj, Pepper looked like she wanted to interject but she held back seeing as her son currently had a kitchen knife stuck in his right shoulder.
Peter walked to the elevator and Friday began to take him down to level 84, it was the main wing for all things Avengers health-related. Peter stepped out and the doctors began to swarm him. "Where's Cho?" He asked and as he said it, his favorite head doctor pushed through the crowd on nurses and other specialists.
"Okay, what have you?..." Cho stopped, seeing as he had a teen wrapped in a blanket in his arms.
"This is Mj or Michelle Jones, she's a close friend who has… abusive parents and needs help… I don't trust anyone else but you with her, so please take care of her, I'll take care of the knife in my back later." Cho looked at Peter with a small gaze.
"Fine… set her on the gurney and I'll take a look." Peter nodded and a nurse rolled one of the gurneys up next to him. He dropped her onto it and gave a hard stare through his mask.
"I'll take care of her, I promise." Peter nodded and walked over and stood in the waiting room… He would have a lot of explaining to do, and it wasn't all going to be easy… imagine trying to explain not only to your super detective friend but also your parents and family that you brought a random teenager to your home to take care of… even if it was the most technologically advanced hospital on the planet.
Authors Notes…
Okay so here's the third chapter… I'm enjoying this story so it gets hopefully daily updates. If anyone has questions feel free to ask and feel free to comment, like and all that.
Elizabeth357 - How do they find out... Ohhh, Mj's going to experience a lot more pain and Pete might have a panic attack... *Cough*Cough, another building might fall.
Belbelanne - Haha, cool sorry bro... that's a long way off.
