summary: They go to a restaurant and something bad happens, something even
worse with Peter at the end...
author's note: I saw the movie...again! I loved it even more! So sorry it's a little late, just got a little side tracked, that's all. This chapter doesn't show that much from my point of view, but hell, read it anyways and make your own opinions! I see people reviewed, thank you for that! I mean, I may not depend on reviews, but it's still nice to get some! Thanks! And thanks for liking it! Okay, I'm progressing Mary Jane's feelings towards Spider-man and Peter, I'm really not a Harry shipper. Soon, Mary Jane's going to do this little fight scene to defend herself since Kirsten Dunst doesn't want her to seem like some stupid little girl that gets saved all of the time and I agree. Well, see ya later.
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Peter crept back into his apartment window silently, hoping that Harry hadn't noticed.
"Where were you?" Peter snapped his head towards the door. Good, Harry wasn't in the room. He had called from down stairs. Peter thought quickly for an answer.
"The, um, bathroom. Yea, must've been those fries I had earlier." He called down the stairs, heart returning to normal speed.
"Okay, we have to go soon! I want to get out of this leaky apartment as soon as humanly possible! Don't worry, I already called in and told those idiots we're moving out! They're taking care of it! So let's move it!" Harry called back up the stairs. Peter exhaled deeply. Too many things to do at the moment. Just hopefully criminals don't waltz up to anybody and decide, hmm, maybe I'll pull a gun on them! Peter thought, pulling his duffle bag strap over his shoulder and other suitcases in hand, taking one last look at his empty room, and walking down the stairs.
~~~
Harry was setting big but not many boxes into the taxi they called upon, then getting in themselves.
"What about our furniture?" Peter asked as the taxi took off.
"You kidding me, Pete? Those old flee infested couches?" Harry replied, trying to ignore the thought of his father more than he already had. Peter looked out of the window, watching the city fly by. Though the city was more of a whirl when he was up there, swinging from his web. And the police were still after him. But it was worth it...just to get to hold Mary Jane again. Sometimes he was hoping for her to get into trouble, but then again, he could never want somebody to get hurt. Peter thought a little while more, deep into his memory, seeing Mary Jane's face and his uncle's. If only.
"This the place?" The cab driver asked, pointing ahead to the large home in front of them.
"Yea." Harry said almost in a whisper.
"Need any help with those luggage?" The driver asked again, sensing mourn.
"Nah. We can handle it." Peter replied, grabbing his bags and duffle bag over his shoulder and grabbing a couple of boxes under his other arm. Harry did as well, but not before he paid the driver. Once they got all of their luggage out, they headed up the walk way and opened the door with much effort, fumbling with the brass key that he held just in case with him everywhere to his father's home. Finally, Harry got in and set his boxes down on the floor. Peter was about to step in as the cab pulled away, until another taxi pulled up just a moment later had they arrived. Peter stood there, curious to see who it was that pulled up. No sooner had he thought it, she stepped out. The woman she loved since he was six. The girl he saved at least five to six times. And she was beautiful. Mary Jane looked up to him, a small smile that always made him feel ten times the man. Peter just stood there, sinking into her as before.
"Hi, Pete." She said in a small voice. Her dress was spectacular. A full red ruby dress that flowed down to her ankles. Her eyes shot down from his, trying hard not to cry again.
"Hi, MJ." Peter replied, still standing his place. Mary Jane's eyes shot upwards, past Peter, but to somebody else.
"You guys going to come in?" Harry wasn't stupid. He knew the connection between the other two. But he tried acting natural, because he hadn't seen Peter make some sort of move yet on her, doubting he would.
"Um, yea." Mary Jane spoke up. Peter didn't say a word more, just went inside for the first time, and set his bags down.
"Wow." He mumbled. It was a magnificent home to live in. The chances of Harry and him living in it were quite low, but now looking at themselves standing on the polished, entrance floor was believable.
"Wow." Mary Jane spoke up in an even brighter tone, looking about.
"Yea, Dad's been some home designer I guess. Either that, or Christopher Lowell must've stopped by or something." Harry said, stepping behind the two.
"Christopher Lowell?" Mary Jane smiled, "Don't you watch cartoons or movies or anything else besides the Home Gardening Network or the Discovery Channel?" They all stepped further into the home a little more, looking at the velvet couches and historical paintings.
"Well I watch Spongebob..." Harry replied, shrugging.
"Oh, I thought you would watch something like the Powerpuff Girls." Peter said, walking further on.
"You know what would be so cool?" Mary Jane asked to know one in specific. "If they came out with a Spider-man cartoon. Now that would be cool." Peter's smile brightened more; as Harry's faded.
"Why are we talking about cartoons, anyways?" He asked, stuffing his hands into his jean pockets.
"Because you brought the subject up about tv." Mary Jane replied. "What's this special dinner for tonight, now?"
~~~
"This a dinner?" Harry asked from across the table to Mary Jane, as the waitress stepped up to take their order. Well, it wasn't really homemade, but it was food. Peter was sitting in between Harry and Mary Jane. Why, he still didn't know. But his guess, they need some time to think. They were now at a pearly white clothed table at the Black Spirit restaurant. Since of their up rise on money, they could afford the foreign food.
"It's not a first dinner at the house." Mary Jane replied, holding her menu up to her face, eyeing every label. Peter looked up to the waitress and placed his order, as did his other two friends.
"Hey, Pete, have you ever been saved by-" Mary Jane saw Harry's glare in the corner of her eye and stopped right there.
"Saved by...him? Well, um, yea, once. I was walking up a dark alley." Peter answered, forgetting how familiar the phrase was. "You?"
"Come on, he's a menace to the future! He'll probably go on some killing spree or something one day and turn on everybody!" Harry spoke up, losing his patience.
"Harry, there has to be another answer to as why...why...you know why." Mary Jane looked down. "He saved me about six or seven times now. And he is...a super-hero!"
"Yea? Then why does he where a mask? Why won't he let anybody know who his true identity is??" Harry broke out.
"Because...like anybody who wouldn't want the fame or people tracking him down." Peter tried covering up for 'his' super powers. He really hated it when people would accuse Spider-man as a menace.
"Or maybe he's just looking for the perfect moment..." Harry trailed off, looking down to the silver-wear. The three remained silent for a moment, not speaking of anything that night offend Harry against his father's will. Then Peter looked up more, his spider senses tingling. Something was coming. Everything stopped for a second; waiters stopped in place, the swinging kitchen doors swayed back in place. Then he snapped back into it.
"I have to go to the bathroom." He said out of nowhere, getting up and walking away from the table as his friends just stared from behind. Peter walked past the bathroom and to the exit doors, where Mary Jane and Harry wouldn't notice his absence. He ran into an alley and striped off his clothing...
~~~
"So...Mary Jane..." Harry began, looking for the right words. Mary Jane looked up into his eyes, not really seeing much but Harry.
"Yes-" CRASH. She whipped her head fast to the windows and they had shattered. Everybody near them ducked off and to the end of the restaurant, a few screaming and hollering.
"What the-?" Harry began, standing up. Another explosion. Breaking the volume of the restaurant. Everybody plugged their ears quickly, getting to the back of the restaurant or trying to run out of the door, though that was no use since it was blocked from the explosion with wood. Fire blazed through the windows, tearing the place apart. Nobody could hear the fire department yet. Then another noise came. A high pitched, evil cackle unlike the Green Goblin's had been. As the fires roared, a figure stepped through them. He was in a golden suit; scales all along it, and spikes down his back. The cackle drew louder.
"Boo." He said in a hoarse voice, jumping up into the air and slipping something from his opened mouth piece; long, slimy, and yellow. He was covered in the yellow suit. People around screamed louder. The yellow figure's tongue slapped around, showing no fear. A green strip covered his eyes; the color leading all around the line of his head. His head snapped over to Harry.
"You." He snarled, growing satisfied. Harry's eyes opened wider, stepping closer to the wall with Mary Jane. The yellow figure stepped closer to Harry, throwing round tables out of his path. As he stepped closer, another figure appeared from atop.
"Going somewhere?" Spider-man asked, hanging from the ceiling upside down. Mary Jane's face brightened; as Harry's darkened.
"Spider-man," The yellow super villain growled, balling his fists tightly.
"Wow. And I thought nobody knew my name." Spider-man jumped from the ceiling and landed on the carpeted floor. Without another word, he threw a hard punch at the villains nose; but getting caught in action and the villain twisted it back. With his other arm, he punched off the grabber and pounded his jaw in, blood oozing out. The villain jumped up and landed behind Spider-man, kicking him from behind painfully and sending him into the jagged mirrors. With the fire still blazing, he disappeared into it.
"That was quick," The villain licked his chops with satisfaction and turned to Harry once more. Then he looked to Mary Jane, who was right next to Harry. "Hello my pretty," he began walking forward to Mary Jane. She gave a piercing scream and pressed her back against the wall. No where to run.
"Sorry, she's not on the menu," Spider-man flipped the villain backwards, sending him sliding across the floor roughly. Spider-man flung out his spider web onto the villains mouth and eyes, then punched his stomach over and over, something red and sticky flowing to the top of the web from the mouth. Without warning, the villain jumped from Spider-man's punching and up to the ceiling, banging his head on the top badly, and falling back down. Before collapsing, he flung something out of his gloves, towards Mary Jane. The sticky fluid reached all across her body, her unable to breathe.
"Mary Jane!" Spider-man yelled, losing attention to the villain. Seeing her in despair, he punched the villain out of his unconscientiousness and flew him out of the building (now the fire fighters watering down the blaze) and into the darkness of the street. Spider-man ran out in a flash to see where he had landed, but nobody was out there except for the police cars and fire trucks. The villain had left... Spider-man looked back to Mary Jane, who was now suffocating. In panic, he swung towards her and tried to wipe off the ooze, managing to get it off of her face for her to breath as Harry was in shock. She inhaled deeply, breathing fast.
"Thank you, Spider-man. Thank you!" She managed to gasp, once catching her breathe in a flash, and looked up to him.
"No problem," Spider-man replied, and started heading back to the street, but was stopped.
"Where you going, Spider-man?" Harry asked, clasping something cold and metal around Spider-man's wrists.
"Harry! What are you doing??" Mary Jane hissed, seeing that he had brought hand cuffs along the trip.
"I brought these just in case I saw Spider-man. Get him, boys." Harry announced as the police ran forward, pulling out their clubs just in case.
"Harry! Let him go!" Mary Jane pleaded as Harry's grip tightened. Peter didn't want to hurt Harry to get out of this mess, but if he was going to blow his cover, it would be worth the kick.
"You are under arrest for the murder of Norman Osborn," the head cop stated, pulling out his gun and aiming it at Spider-man.
"Let him go!" One man called.
"Yea, let him go!" A woman yelled.
"Let him go! Let him go! Let him go!" Everybody in the torched restaurant began to chant; along with Mary Jane.
"Officers, he saved every single soul's life in here. You owe him your gratitude. He's always doing your job for you." She spoke up, braking out of the ooze.
"Sorry, ma'am, it's our job to see he gets arrest, though," the chief looked sincere, honestly not wanting to take Spider-man in. Everybody still cheered. That's it. Either now or never. Spider-man jumped out of Harry's grasp and tried not to hurt him; broke apart the chain the held the cuffs, and jumped on the ceiling; crawling away swiftly. The officers began pulling their guns out and shooting to the ceiling. It wasn't fast enough, though. Spider-man was gone.
~~~
"Okay, okay everybody! Settle down!" The officer said, walking down the crowd. "Now everybody is to leave silently so we can investigate the scene!" He walked over to Mary Jane. "And hon, I'm going to need a sample of this." He pulled out a small, plastic bag and flung some ooze in it off of her arm. "Thanks."
Harry and Mary Jane left silently with the rest of the talkative crowd, looking around for Peter.
"Peter?" She called out in the crowd. Nothing. Until from the end of the crowd.
"Man, what happened?? I was at the bathroom and when I came out...wow...." Peter lied, trying to act surprised.
"Spider-man came," Mary Jane was now suspicious. Since last week, she had this crazy idea that Peter could be Spider-man. Since his kiss. Since he began disappearing when Spider-man came along. "Harry, what were you doing??"
"I was trying to get him. The little bug got away." Harry cursed, then added silently, "Bringing a gun next time..." Mary Jane looked down, taking it all in. Then she noticed something silver on Peter's wrists that were being covered by his coat. They were shining in the moon light's beam; now outside. She focused on them a little more, wanting to see closer without being caught. Yes. Two silver sort of bracelets around his wrists, and a small silver chain hanging from both...
~~~To be Continued~~~
Next Sequence to Spiderman 2: It's home. Harry'll be working on something...and Peter will try to find out what the hell is up with this new villain. And let's not forget...Mary Jane see's something on Peter's wrists...
author's note: I saw the movie...again! I loved it even more! So sorry it's a little late, just got a little side tracked, that's all. This chapter doesn't show that much from my point of view, but hell, read it anyways and make your own opinions! I see people reviewed, thank you for that! I mean, I may not depend on reviews, but it's still nice to get some! Thanks! And thanks for liking it! Okay, I'm progressing Mary Jane's feelings towards Spider-man and Peter, I'm really not a Harry shipper. Soon, Mary Jane's going to do this little fight scene to defend herself since Kirsten Dunst doesn't want her to seem like some stupid little girl that gets saved all of the time and I agree. Well, see ya later.
~~~
Peter crept back into his apartment window silently, hoping that Harry hadn't noticed.
"Where were you?" Peter snapped his head towards the door. Good, Harry wasn't in the room. He had called from down stairs. Peter thought quickly for an answer.
"The, um, bathroom. Yea, must've been those fries I had earlier." He called down the stairs, heart returning to normal speed.
"Okay, we have to go soon! I want to get out of this leaky apartment as soon as humanly possible! Don't worry, I already called in and told those idiots we're moving out! They're taking care of it! So let's move it!" Harry called back up the stairs. Peter exhaled deeply. Too many things to do at the moment. Just hopefully criminals don't waltz up to anybody and decide, hmm, maybe I'll pull a gun on them! Peter thought, pulling his duffle bag strap over his shoulder and other suitcases in hand, taking one last look at his empty room, and walking down the stairs.
~~~
Harry was setting big but not many boxes into the taxi they called upon, then getting in themselves.
"What about our furniture?" Peter asked as the taxi took off.
"You kidding me, Pete? Those old flee infested couches?" Harry replied, trying to ignore the thought of his father more than he already had. Peter looked out of the window, watching the city fly by. Though the city was more of a whirl when he was up there, swinging from his web. And the police were still after him. But it was worth it...just to get to hold Mary Jane again. Sometimes he was hoping for her to get into trouble, but then again, he could never want somebody to get hurt. Peter thought a little while more, deep into his memory, seeing Mary Jane's face and his uncle's. If only.
"This the place?" The cab driver asked, pointing ahead to the large home in front of them.
"Yea." Harry said almost in a whisper.
"Need any help with those luggage?" The driver asked again, sensing mourn.
"Nah. We can handle it." Peter replied, grabbing his bags and duffle bag over his shoulder and grabbing a couple of boxes under his other arm. Harry did as well, but not before he paid the driver. Once they got all of their luggage out, they headed up the walk way and opened the door with much effort, fumbling with the brass key that he held just in case with him everywhere to his father's home. Finally, Harry got in and set his boxes down on the floor. Peter was about to step in as the cab pulled away, until another taxi pulled up just a moment later had they arrived. Peter stood there, curious to see who it was that pulled up. No sooner had he thought it, she stepped out. The woman she loved since he was six. The girl he saved at least five to six times. And she was beautiful. Mary Jane looked up to him, a small smile that always made him feel ten times the man. Peter just stood there, sinking into her as before.
"Hi, Pete." She said in a small voice. Her dress was spectacular. A full red ruby dress that flowed down to her ankles. Her eyes shot down from his, trying hard not to cry again.
"Hi, MJ." Peter replied, still standing his place. Mary Jane's eyes shot upwards, past Peter, but to somebody else.
"You guys going to come in?" Harry wasn't stupid. He knew the connection between the other two. But he tried acting natural, because he hadn't seen Peter make some sort of move yet on her, doubting he would.
"Um, yea." Mary Jane spoke up. Peter didn't say a word more, just went inside for the first time, and set his bags down.
"Wow." He mumbled. It was a magnificent home to live in. The chances of Harry and him living in it were quite low, but now looking at themselves standing on the polished, entrance floor was believable.
"Wow." Mary Jane spoke up in an even brighter tone, looking about.
"Yea, Dad's been some home designer I guess. Either that, or Christopher Lowell must've stopped by or something." Harry said, stepping behind the two.
"Christopher Lowell?" Mary Jane smiled, "Don't you watch cartoons or movies or anything else besides the Home Gardening Network or the Discovery Channel?" They all stepped further into the home a little more, looking at the velvet couches and historical paintings.
"Well I watch Spongebob..." Harry replied, shrugging.
"Oh, I thought you would watch something like the Powerpuff Girls." Peter said, walking further on.
"You know what would be so cool?" Mary Jane asked to know one in specific. "If they came out with a Spider-man cartoon. Now that would be cool." Peter's smile brightened more; as Harry's faded.
"Why are we talking about cartoons, anyways?" He asked, stuffing his hands into his jean pockets.
"Because you brought the subject up about tv." Mary Jane replied. "What's this special dinner for tonight, now?"
~~~
"This a dinner?" Harry asked from across the table to Mary Jane, as the waitress stepped up to take their order. Well, it wasn't really homemade, but it was food. Peter was sitting in between Harry and Mary Jane. Why, he still didn't know. But his guess, they need some time to think. They were now at a pearly white clothed table at the Black Spirit restaurant. Since of their up rise on money, they could afford the foreign food.
"It's not a first dinner at the house." Mary Jane replied, holding her menu up to her face, eyeing every label. Peter looked up to the waitress and placed his order, as did his other two friends.
"Hey, Pete, have you ever been saved by-" Mary Jane saw Harry's glare in the corner of her eye and stopped right there.
"Saved by...him? Well, um, yea, once. I was walking up a dark alley." Peter answered, forgetting how familiar the phrase was. "You?"
"Come on, he's a menace to the future! He'll probably go on some killing spree or something one day and turn on everybody!" Harry spoke up, losing his patience.
"Harry, there has to be another answer to as why...why...you know why." Mary Jane looked down. "He saved me about six or seven times now. And he is...a super-hero!"
"Yea? Then why does he where a mask? Why won't he let anybody know who his true identity is??" Harry broke out.
"Because...like anybody who wouldn't want the fame or people tracking him down." Peter tried covering up for 'his' super powers. He really hated it when people would accuse Spider-man as a menace.
"Or maybe he's just looking for the perfect moment..." Harry trailed off, looking down to the silver-wear. The three remained silent for a moment, not speaking of anything that night offend Harry against his father's will. Then Peter looked up more, his spider senses tingling. Something was coming. Everything stopped for a second; waiters stopped in place, the swinging kitchen doors swayed back in place. Then he snapped back into it.
"I have to go to the bathroom." He said out of nowhere, getting up and walking away from the table as his friends just stared from behind. Peter walked past the bathroom and to the exit doors, where Mary Jane and Harry wouldn't notice his absence. He ran into an alley and striped off his clothing...
~~~
"So...Mary Jane..." Harry began, looking for the right words. Mary Jane looked up into his eyes, not really seeing much but Harry.
"Yes-" CRASH. She whipped her head fast to the windows and they had shattered. Everybody near them ducked off and to the end of the restaurant, a few screaming and hollering.
"What the-?" Harry began, standing up. Another explosion. Breaking the volume of the restaurant. Everybody plugged their ears quickly, getting to the back of the restaurant or trying to run out of the door, though that was no use since it was blocked from the explosion with wood. Fire blazed through the windows, tearing the place apart. Nobody could hear the fire department yet. Then another noise came. A high pitched, evil cackle unlike the Green Goblin's had been. As the fires roared, a figure stepped through them. He was in a golden suit; scales all along it, and spikes down his back. The cackle drew louder.
"Boo." He said in a hoarse voice, jumping up into the air and slipping something from his opened mouth piece; long, slimy, and yellow. He was covered in the yellow suit. People around screamed louder. The yellow figure's tongue slapped around, showing no fear. A green strip covered his eyes; the color leading all around the line of his head. His head snapped over to Harry.
"You." He snarled, growing satisfied. Harry's eyes opened wider, stepping closer to the wall with Mary Jane. The yellow figure stepped closer to Harry, throwing round tables out of his path. As he stepped closer, another figure appeared from atop.
"Going somewhere?" Spider-man asked, hanging from the ceiling upside down. Mary Jane's face brightened; as Harry's darkened.
"Spider-man," The yellow super villain growled, balling his fists tightly.
"Wow. And I thought nobody knew my name." Spider-man jumped from the ceiling and landed on the carpeted floor. Without another word, he threw a hard punch at the villains nose; but getting caught in action and the villain twisted it back. With his other arm, he punched off the grabber and pounded his jaw in, blood oozing out. The villain jumped up and landed behind Spider-man, kicking him from behind painfully and sending him into the jagged mirrors. With the fire still blazing, he disappeared into it.
"That was quick," The villain licked his chops with satisfaction and turned to Harry once more. Then he looked to Mary Jane, who was right next to Harry. "Hello my pretty," he began walking forward to Mary Jane. She gave a piercing scream and pressed her back against the wall. No where to run.
"Sorry, she's not on the menu," Spider-man flipped the villain backwards, sending him sliding across the floor roughly. Spider-man flung out his spider web onto the villains mouth and eyes, then punched his stomach over and over, something red and sticky flowing to the top of the web from the mouth. Without warning, the villain jumped from Spider-man's punching and up to the ceiling, banging his head on the top badly, and falling back down. Before collapsing, he flung something out of his gloves, towards Mary Jane. The sticky fluid reached all across her body, her unable to breathe.
"Mary Jane!" Spider-man yelled, losing attention to the villain. Seeing her in despair, he punched the villain out of his unconscientiousness and flew him out of the building (now the fire fighters watering down the blaze) and into the darkness of the street. Spider-man ran out in a flash to see where he had landed, but nobody was out there except for the police cars and fire trucks. The villain had left... Spider-man looked back to Mary Jane, who was now suffocating. In panic, he swung towards her and tried to wipe off the ooze, managing to get it off of her face for her to breath as Harry was in shock. She inhaled deeply, breathing fast.
"Thank you, Spider-man. Thank you!" She managed to gasp, once catching her breathe in a flash, and looked up to him.
"No problem," Spider-man replied, and started heading back to the street, but was stopped.
"Where you going, Spider-man?" Harry asked, clasping something cold and metal around Spider-man's wrists.
"Harry! What are you doing??" Mary Jane hissed, seeing that he had brought hand cuffs along the trip.
"I brought these just in case I saw Spider-man. Get him, boys." Harry announced as the police ran forward, pulling out their clubs just in case.
"Harry! Let him go!" Mary Jane pleaded as Harry's grip tightened. Peter didn't want to hurt Harry to get out of this mess, but if he was going to blow his cover, it would be worth the kick.
"You are under arrest for the murder of Norman Osborn," the head cop stated, pulling out his gun and aiming it at Spider-man.
"Let him go!" One man called.
"Yea, let him go!" A woman yelled.
"Let him go! Let him go! Let him go!" Everybody in the torched restaurant began to chant; along with Mary Jane.
"Officers, he saved every single soul's life in here. You owe him your gratitude. He's always doing your job for you." She spoke up, braking out of the ooze.
"Sorry, ma'am, it's our job to see he gets arrest, though," the chief looked sincere, honestly not wanting to take Spider-man in. Everybody still cheered. That's it. Either now or never. Spider-man jumped out of Harry's grasp and tried not to hurt him; broke apart the chain the held the cuffs, and jumped on the ceiling; crawling away swiftly. The officers began pulling their guns out and shooting to the ceiling. It wasn't fast enough, though. Spider-man was gone.
~~~
"Okay, okay everybody! Settle down!" The officer said, walking down the crowd. "Now everybody is to leave silently so we can investigate the scene!" He walked over to Mary Jane. "And hon, I'm going to need a sample of this." He pulled out a small, plastic bag and flung some ooze in it off of her arm. "Thanks."
Harry and Mary Jane left silently with the rest of the talkative crowd, looking around for Peter.
"Peter?" She called out in the crowd. Nothing. Until from the end of the crowd.
"Man, what happened?? I was at the bathroom and when I came out...wow...." Peter lied, trying to act surprised.
"Spider-man came," Mary Jane was now suspicious. Since last week, she had this crazy idea that Peter could be Spider-man. Since his kiss. Since he began disappearing when Spider-man came along. "Harry, what were you doing??"
"I was trying to get him. The little bug got away." Harry cursed, then added silently, "Bringing a gun next time..." Mary Jane looked down, taking it all in. Then she noticed something silver on Peter's wrists that were being covered by his coat. They were shining in the moon light's beam; now outside. She focused on them a little more, wanting to see closer without being caught. Yes. Two silver sort of bracelets around his wrists, and a small silver chain hanging from both...
~~~To be Continued~~~
Next Sequence to Spiderman 2: It's home. Harry'll be working on something...and Peter will try to find out what the hell is up with this new villain. And let's not forget...Mary Jane see's something on Peter's wrists...