CHAPTER 2
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WE MEET AGAIN
He left the Daily Bugle office early that evening, for he was ready to get snap-shots of Spiderwoman. He still understand this girls purpose for wanting to copy him, but he was determined to find out. When he got home he was greeted by Aunt May and someone he didn't expect to see. His heart nearly burst out of his chest as a gorgeous redhead walked up to him, "Hello, Peter." she said in a soft and kind-hearted voice. He just stared at her with his blue eyes and finally spoke, "M.J! Hi!" he couldn't resist but to wrap his arms around her and embrace her with everything he said..trying his best not to crush her bones to dust. She smiled up at him as Aunt May walked up to the two, "Peter, want some dinner?" she asked a sweet smile on her face, "Sure Aunt May."
That night Peter and Mary Jane updated each other on their lives, but sadly enough M.J. had to leave around nine at night for the airport. She was only in New York to visit some old friends for a couple of weeks and she told him she had wanted to see him before she left again. She pecked a kiss on his cheek before she left and that made Peter want to jump onto the ceiling. He still loved her, but some of his love had wasted to nothing when she left. It wasn't the same anymore. Same with Mary Jane Watson.
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Later that night as Peter, now as Spider-Man, made his way around the lighted buildings of New York did his spider sence hit him hard, that he nearly lost his balance as he swung. There was a large explosion below from where he had just swung and a group of men, dressed in full black attires ran out of a Art Museum with loaded arms. A large armour truck pulled up and they all jumped in, "Hurry up Shocker!" called a voice from the passenger seat. There was a sound of electricity blasting from what seemed a giant taser and a hard thud and smack. From the busted door the cronies had fleed from did a large, muscular, and mean looking male in a yellow spandex suit emerge. His face was covered in a yellow mask, only revealing his eyes. Brown vest like patterns ran from his back over both sides of his chest, down to his legs. "Alright, let's move!!" called the large man in yellow. Before 'Shocker' could get into the back of the truck, did a spinning—this time from Spider-Man—wrap around him in a flash. His gang gasped and looked up to see Spider-Man swining with such ease off the building, he almost didn't look real. He landed in front of the truck and waved a finger at them. The driver of the truck was so stunned that he dug his foot into the gas pedal and blasted foward with great speed. Spider-Man hastetidly jumped out of the way and blasted a giant web behind the truck, yanking it backward. Another web, similar to his, blasted from the opposite direction he was standing. It was Spider-Woman, again. He hadn't had time to set up a camera and this wouldn've been a perfect chance to catch a picture. This wasn't the time to think about that. He had 'villans' on his hands and with a little help, it wouldn't be much trouble at all. The two 'spider's' nodded at each other and pull the truck back in front of the Art Museum. Shortly after the two had succesfully handled the gang did the police come and they were taken away.. along with Shocker.
"Thanks for the help." Spider-Man said, walking toward the woman in the red and blue spandex, "... Your... welcome." she said shyly, raising her left hand up; ready to part, but before she could, she felt a hand wrap around her right wrist and grip slightly, "Wait... I need to ask you something.." he said, still holding her wrist, "Sorry, but I can't tell you anything.." she said in a hushed voice. She yanked her wrist, but being that Spider-Man was a male; he had a tad bit more strenght than her, "I'm not letting you leave until you tell me if your real or not." he growled softly. He was determined to figure out whether this girl was a real girl or some andriod of some sort. But, telling that he could feel a pulse as he held her wrist did he come to the conclusion that, she was, indeed, a real person. Shocked at the fact that there was another like himself, he let his grip go and she fled in second. "This. Can't. Be. True." he said, watching the night sky.
He left for home after that, not feeling as happy as he felt when M.J. came to visit. His heart had been tattered and his mind had been mutalated. He pulled out a small leather journal that was tucked under his pillows and opened it. He searched his desk for a pen and then sat on his bed to write into it.
Dear Mom and Dad:
There's been a copycat running lose. She wears my same costume (with a different spider design) and does the same things I do. I denied to believe she was real. I thought she was some kind of android, until tonight. She had come to help me with some idiot bandits as just as she was about to leave, I grabbed her. I couldn't believe it when I felt her pulse. A pulse! Unless they make robots with frikkin pulses.. I'm sure she was all flesh. I don't understand, though..how could someone else have my abilities? I mean... I could have sworn I saw that spider curl up and die when it bit me..it could't have bit someone esle. I'm real confused. I'm not sure whether or not to trust her. Either way, she's not going to stop me from being Spider-Man. I'm sure J.J will put up something in the Daily Bugle like... "Spider-Woman: Nutcase or Lunatic?" Maybe that'll make her realize that wanting to be a hero isn't all that great. Say hello to Uncle Ben for me, okay?
Love, Peter