Once again, thank you for all of the great feedback and reviews. (I think this was the most for a chapter ever! Wow!) I really love them all, so thanks for leaving me some kind words. Sorry this took a while to get out to everyone -- some real life problems are just too much to deal with!

Thanks! Oooh, and here we go with some actual plot!

Disclaimers all are in part 1.

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Peter awoke first the next morning when the first few beams of sunlight made their way through his open window. He looked down at the woman in his arms and sighed; for the first time in his life, Peter was perfectly content. Never had he felt so tranquil and relaxed. Peter tightened his grip around her waist slightly as he moved his head, placing it on top of MJ's as he closed his eyes again, hoping that he could get in a few more minutes of sleep.

A second later, as if she knew that he was already awake, MJ began moving around. She repositioned her head on his chest, and turned her body on her side. She kept moving around, slowly at first, before she started stretching. She yawned and then looked across from her, raising her eyes to meet Peter's, who was lovingly staring down at her. "Mornin', Tiger," she greeted in a sleep-filled tone.



"Good morning," Peter said back to her. And what a good morning it is too, he added to himself. He leaned down and brushed a light kiss against her forehead. "Sleep well?"

"Like a rock," MJ replied. "A very happy, content rock."

"Good," Peter said.

Mary Jane raised her head and caught Peter's lips with hers. She pushed herself closer to him, resting her arms against his sides as she kissed him. However, she quickly pulled back and lowered her head, muttering an apology of, "morning breath." Peter smiled and watched as MJ reached over the side of the bed and grabbed his shirt. She buttoned up the shirt before standing out of bed and stretching. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed the toothpaste followed by the winter-fresh mouthwash. She ran some water over her face to wake herself up and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Never before had she remembered waking up to a morning that felt so...*right*. It was *so* right that she didn't even know how to begin to describe it

MJ walked back into Peter's bedroom and walked up to the edge of the bed. He was lying on his back, his head tilted towards her's as the two smiled at each other. "So, now I'm wondering if you are ever going to get out of bed, sleepy head," Mary Jane said, looking down at him.

"Well, there was this beautiful redhead who distracted me last night," Peter started. "She sort of wore me out, too."

"Who? Do you mean me?" Mary Jane teased. She sat back down on the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around him, kissing his cheek softly. She moved her lips across the side of his face and met his lips with slow and drugging kisses.

"Yeah, that would definitely be you." Peter replied, pressing his forehead against hers and placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

Mary Jane grinned, happy that *she* was the girl who got to be with Peter Parker. She was lucky enough to get the chance to please him so greatly and that she could finally make him feel just as happy as she was too. "Well, I do my best." She said.

"That you do," Peter said with a smile on his face. Peter grabbed onto Mary Jane's waist and dragged her back into the middle of the bed and refusing to let go of her. He took a deep breath, his senses calming when he breathed her perfumed scent in. "C'mon, MJ. It's Sunday morning. Don't you just want to spend the whole day in bed? I'm sure that we can find *something* to do…" Peter kissed her mouth and moved down to her neck, taking his time to kiss each inch of exposed skin. He planted kiss after kiss in the hollow of her neck before moving upward and he further explored the feeling of her warm skin.

"Hmm…temping offer." Mary Jane replied, sighing as Peter ran his lips up and down her neck. "But…we've got plenty of time to do that...later." She teased him by moving away from his wandering and exploring lips.

She started to climb out of the bed once again before Peter grabbed onto her arm. "Come on, MJ," Peter started. He gently pulled on her arm and tried to pull her back into bed.

"C'mon, lazy bones," MJ said over to Peter with a smile that stretched from one side of her face to the other. "It's a bright and beautiful day outside, and it's time to get up!" She laughed before heading into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

Peter lay on the bed with his hands resting behind his head. He heard the water running in the bathroom and then he heard Mary Jane loudly singing an off-key version of U2's "Beautiful Day."

He smiled to himself and slowly started rising out of bed. Just little over a month ago, Peter thought that he'd been touching heaven by simply holding and comforting Mary Jane. But now he knew that he'd actually reached heaven last night when the two had made love. And finally, *all* second thoughts and regrets left Peter's mind; yes, he had made the right decision.



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Peter and Mary Jane decided to walk home after seeing a movie at the theater later that night. The two took a short cut through the park and planned to walk through the alley in order to get home faster. MJ was okay with their plan since she had Spider-man to protect her from any thugs tonight.

"So, I was thinking that...we could go home, and...you know..." Mary Jane said. Her arm was coiled around his as they walked a slow pace. She stopped Peter from walking and leaned over to kiss him, hoping to further express the true meaning of her words and get her message across.

Peter jokingly groaned. "I can already tell that this is going to become a regularly-done thing, can't I?" Peter asked, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"Peter!"

"Not that I'm complaining or anything, but..."

"No, I just..." she glanced down at the ground for a second, momentarily embarrassed before she smiled up at him, saying, "I'm just so pumped with energy."

"Then, good. Maybe we can come up with some way to work all that energy off." Peter replied, smiling over at her.

"Oh really? Well, what did you have in mind?" She asked. When Peter didn't answer right away, she looked over at him and noticed that he wasn't paying attention to her. Usually, that could only mean one thing. "Peter, what's wrong?"

Peter looked around the park, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. He looked around the bushes and park benches and saw nothing but darkness. But there was something bothering him. He felt as if there was someone watching him. Yes, someone was definitely staring at them, and staring right through his back. Then, when he felt that prickly sensation going off -- his spider sense -- Peter knew that something was going on. "MJ..." he started, his tone filled with worry.

"What?" she asked, her concern in her tone. "What's wrong?"

"I need you to go home," Peter said, his eyes looking around the area.

"Well, that's where we're heading right now," Mary Jane said, her eyes looking over at the apartment. "*We* are going home," she added, more insistent this time and hoping to persuade him to agree.

"No, you go on ahead, I'll be there in a few minutes," Peter said. He shrugged off her jacket and Mary Jane took it from his hands.

She looked at him with a frown on her face. This wasn't really how she had planned the rest of the evening to go, having her boyfriend go out and patrol around the city for hours while she sat around in the living room for the rest of the night, thinking about all the possible things that could go wrong while he was out there. "Okay," she said finally. "I'll be waiting up for you, so don't take too long." She turned around and headed for the alley. Peter watched her until she stepped through the doorway, making sure that she made it into the building with no harm.

Peter ran out of the park and into another alley across the street, changing out of his normal clothes and into his Spider-man outfit. When he started to walk back out through the alley, Peter took a second to look at his surroundings. Everything seemed so calm, but Peter could have sworn that he had felt something weird in the air.

"Spider-man..." a voice whispered through the air so lightly that it could have been mistaken for the wind. Maybe it was the wind, Peter thought.

Peter turned back around, looking behind him and into the alley. "Who's there?" he demanded to know.

"Spider-man..." the voice repeated again. Nope, definitely not the wind.

Peter shook his head. That voice sounded so familiar...it sounded almost like his defeated foe. But that was impossible! "Goblin?" he dared to ask aloud.

"Wrong guess," the voice said. "Let's just say...I'm a friend of the family."

"Oh, good," Peter replied, not understanding what he was saying. He saw a tall, lean person step out from the end of the alley. His face was hidden in the darkness; all Peter could see was his silhouette. "Well, since I should know you anyway, why don't you step out here instead of hiding in the shadows." When Peter got no response, he asked, "What do you want?" in a commanding tone.



"Want? I don't really want too much. It's very simple, actually. All I want, is to give *you* something," he said cryptically.

"Give me what?"

The stranger took another step towards him. "I just wanted to give you...*this*!" The man broke into a fast-paced run and jumped up into the air. He landed within a couple feet in front of Peter and, once he landed on the ground, gave Peter a strong right-hook, forcing Peter to take a few steps back from the man.

Peter shook his head, holding onto the side of his jaw where he had been punched. He hadn't been hit that hard before in his life of being Spider- man...well, with the exception of that one Green person. "Goblin?" he whispered again. It had to be him; there was no one else it could be.

"Goblin?" the voice sneered. "You think that I'm *that* green monster?" He took a step forward. The moonlight was dim, but Peter could start making out facial features. Brown hair, brown eyes, clean-shaven face, and a scowl distinctly lit on his features. "You killed my father."

Father? "Harry..." Peter whispered to himself underneath his breath. "Who are you?" he asked in his commanding, Spider-man tone.

"My last name is Osborn. You might remember that name," he said, walking up to Spider-man. "My father's name was Norman. Norman Osborn? The man that you *killed*!"

"I didn't kill your father!" Peter replied angrily.

"Then who did? And why did *you* just happen to be the person that dropped off his body?" Harry kicked Peter in the chest, pushing him back until he hit the brick wall. "Tell me!" he demanded.

"It was the Goblin!" Peter shouted. And in some ways, it really was the Goblin. However he had done it, the Green Goblin infested Norman Osborn's mind, took over his thoughts, and ultimately drove him insane. Surely if it weren't for the Goblin inside of him, Norman would still be alive. "The Goblin killed him!"

"Then Jameson was right! You two were working together," Harry said, dropping Spider-man on the ground. "You two were in on that whole thing from the very beginning. First you show up and become New York's new hero, and when things start looking down, *bang*! The Goblin shows up. What perfect timing! You defeat him, and everyone loves you again."

"You don't know what you're talking about, Harry," Peter said.

Harry froze, a look of confusion washing over his angry features. "How do you know my name?"

"Look...I-"

"How do you know my name!" He shouted. "I never told you my name!" He lifted his leg and kneed Peter in his gut. Peter fell back before jumping back onto his feet. Two strands of webbing shot out and grabbed onto Harry's shoes. When Peter pulled, Harry fell to the cement.

"That's none of your concern," Peter said, standing upright.

"The hell it isn't," Harry said, rising to his feet. He grabbed Spider-man by the neck, lifting him into the air. "Everything that you do is now my concern...where you go, who you save, what you..." his voice died off. He sniffed the air, wondering why he could suddenly smell perfume in a place like this. "Is that...Autumn Sun-Breeze?" he asked, dropping Peter onto the ground.

Oh great, Peter thought sarcastically. Autumn Sun-Breeze was Mary Jane's favorite perfume. She wore it every day of every week just about. Peter thought back to a couple days ago when she was applying a few drops of perfume onto her wrist. Peter came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, surprising her since she didn't hear him. Mary Jane jumped back in surprise and spilled the bottle of perfume all over her shirt, consequently also spilling perfume all over his arms and the suit underneath his shirt.

Harry remembered the conversation he had with Mary Jane where she could not stop talking about Spider-man saving her life. All she could say was that he was "incredible" and many other words that she never used when she was talking about him. A thought crossed his mind: "Are you with Mary Jane?" Harry asked, taking a step closer to Peter. "So, it's not bad enough that you have to go and kill my father, but...you go and...*touch* my girl?"

"She's not your girl," Peter said, slowly starting to stand back up.

Harry let out...was that a growl? Peter thought for one second, before charging Peter. Harry picked him up and threw him against the wall, rage clearly shown on his face. Harry grabbed Peter's head and shoved it down against the ground. Peter threw a couple punches, then ducking to avoid Harry's fists. Peter dodged and then tucked into a somersault, rolling away from Harry.

"Stay away from MJ!" Harry screamed. Grabbing onto Peter's arm, Harry threw him across the alley and against a dumpster. Peter's back slammed into the dumpster, leaving a dent, as he fell to the cement. Harry stood in front of Peter, slamming his right fist, and then his left fist into Peter's face, until eventually, Peter was beat into unconsciousness.



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OK...well, what did you all think? Please let me know. I was worried about how this went. Next part will be out as soon as I can get it out! :)

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