Once again, thank you for all of the great feedback and reviews. I've gotten such a great response from all of you -- this is by far the most reviews I've ever gotten. Thanks!

This is where the hard stuff starts for me b/c I'm not as good as writing action as others are -- I could write tons and tons of fluff, but that's what I'm good with. Hehe, and sorry ending part 7 with such a cliffhanger. This is a short part (Part 1 of 2). School is overwhelming me right now...geez, you'd think the end of the year would be easier!

Disclaimers all are in part 1.

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Mary Jane held her breath when she heard the shot go off. When she didn't feel any pain or anything hit her, she opened her eyes. Harry was smiling at her -- an evil smirk that disturbed her more than she would have liked to admit. She looked behind her and saw that he had aimed at the window right behind her head. The glass was shattered and had scattered all over the floor. She let out a huge sigh of relief. Well, at least I'm not dead yet.

"How'd you like that?" Harry asked.

"You're crazy," Mary Jane said, climbing to her feet. Oh, of course they work just fine *now*. she thought sarcastically.

"I'm just doing what I have to do," Harry said.

"You know that if you do anything, Peter will come after you. You harm me in the slightest way, and he won't stop until you pay," she said, hoping to make him realize what he was doing.

"Oh, then you must not understand, MJ," Harry said. "That's exactly what I'm hoping for, babe. That's what I want. Now unless you want another demonstration on how this gun works, I'd suggest that you follow me."

Marry Jane stood upright and faced him with a stern look on her face. "I don't trust you," she said, refusing to move.

"I don't care," Harry replied. "I've got the gun."



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When Peter walked back inside his apartment, he threw off his jacket and headed back up the stairs, intending to kiss Mary Jane senseless and make up for leaving her in the middle of the night. He took off his jacket and draped it over the couch before heading upstairs.

"MJ?" he asked softly when he reached the doorway. "You still up?" There was no reply.

Thinking that she had fallen asleep, Peter took a silent and slow step inside their bedroom. He looked around the room and took a step forward to look in the bathroom. No Mary Jane. Hmm, that's weird, Peter thought for a second.

"Mary Jane?" He asked, turning around and walking back downstairs. He wandered over in the living room area, searching around for any sign that she had left to go find him. Maybe she stepped outside to go find me. He took a step forward and stepped on a shard of glass. It shattered beneath his weight and went flying. When Peter looked down he saw hundreds of small pieces of glass surrounding him.

"MJ?" He called out, taking a second to look around the living room again. It was almost as if he didn't want to fully believe that she had been kidnapped while he was gone. No, no, no...she's here. God dammit, she's got to be here!

One of the windowpanes was broken and several objects had been knocked on the floor. Peter's worry instantly increased when he realized that she was missing. Dammit! He thought. If only I hadn't left. He ran across the room and turned on the lamp. His eyes searched around the room, looking for anything that could give him a clue as to what happened.

He turned and saw a sheet of paper lying on the couch. He picked it up and began reading.

Peter --

You finally got the girl I see. Well, now *I* have her, and if you want her back, you're going to have to play things my way.

Meet me at the building on 8th and Main.

Understand Spider-man?



There was no signature, not that it mattered anyway. Peter didn't need one. Peter already knew who it was. He crumpled the letter and let it drop to the floor, anger and rage appearing on his face.

A second later after changing into his usual Spider-man red and blue outfit, Peter jumped out of his window, releasing a strand of webbing, and flying down the streets going to the destination that Harry picked out.



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Once again, someone had gotten through to Spider-man by going at his weaknesses -- Mary Jane, the only other person besides Aunt May that he truly cared about anymore. Harry had grabbed her in hopes of drawing Spider- man out and killing him. Like father, like son. Peter sarcastically thought as he flew through the sky.

Who would have thought that someone would have simply repeated the Green Goblin's method to draw Peter out from hiding?

Peter arrived at the tall deserted building on the corner of 8th Avenue and Main Street within minutes of reading that note. Rage was evident in his strict and straightforward actions as he flew down Main Street flinging strand after strand of webbing. Now, all he cared about was getting Mary Jane back.

"Don't worry, I *promise* that I won't let anything happen to you," he had promised her that evening after Harry visited. He had *promised* that nothing would ever get to her -- ever again. From Peter's perspective, he had let Mary Jane get kidnapped by his own stupid carelessness. The moment when Peter thought that his life was perfect, he lowered his defenses. That had given Harry the perfect opportunity to get through him. All in all, it wasn't a stupid plan.

Peter landed on the side of the building and looked up. He had landed on the ninth floor or so of the building. A couple stories above where he was hanging was a broken window. There were no lights on in the building, but Peter could see very well at night, naturally. He climbed and leaped up the side of the building and through the open window.

When he landed, he listened for any motion in the rooms. Anything, such as Mary Jane calling out for him, a shoe dragging across the boarded floors, or even something as small as a breath that could help him find out where MJ was.

Peter walked through the room that he entered and into the next room. He squinted his eyes in the darkness and saw a silhouette of a person sitting in a chair. "MJ?" he whispered. *If* that was MJ that meant that Harry had to be somewhere nearby. There was no way that Harry would be stupid enough to leave MJ alone. Harry might not have been a straight A+ student in high school, but he wouldn't make a mistake that grave, that much Peter knew for sure. Peter walked up to her and bent down on his knees to look at her closer.

Yes, it was definitely Mary Jane.

"Mary Jane!" he whispered commandingly, shaking her shoulders. She was tied to the chair with rope around her arms and a scarf between her mouth. He shook her more forcefully.

When Mary Jane started blinking her eyes, she squirmed. "Nnnnmm!" she mouthed, unable to speak through the scarf.

"MJ, it's me...Peter," He said, beginning to untie her arms. He reached back and started to untie the knot against the back of her head.

"No!" she shouted when the scarf had grown loose, squirming away from Peter's touch. "Don't touch me!" she screamed. "Harry! Stop!"

"No, MJ...it's Peter," he said, grabbing onto her shoulders and stopping her from fighting with him. He grabbed his mask and threw it onto the ground and looked into her eyes. "It's me!" he said.

"Peter?" she whispered, unsure of anything right now. She looked across at him, sure that it was him when she saw the glimmer of his blue eyes. "Oh god! Thank God you're here!" She reached out her arms a hugged him tightly, grimacing when she felt the great shots of pain race throughout her body. She placed a kiss on his cheek and hugged him, breathed him in, and tried to calm down.

"Oh, MJ," Peter sighed, relieved to see that she was still alive.

"I...I can't see you very well," she said when she pulled back from him. "I can barely see anything." And that was true; it was very dark in the building. No one must have been here for months. There were no lights, either natural or artificial, of any kind around the two.

"What happened, are you okay?" Peter asked.

"No..." she moaned, closing her eyes. Peter watched a few tears slip from her eyelids and drop down the side of her face. "Peter, get me out of here," she whispered. Peter wrapped his arms around her and hugged MJ tightly. She hissed and recoiled from his grasp feeling her pain on her arms.

"What?"

"Oh...uh..." MJ stared. "Harry, when I fought with him back at the apartment, he grabbed onto me and pushed me to the ground," she explained nervously. "He squeezed my arm too tightly. It'll probably be a bruise tomorrow, nothing more. It's no big deal."

"No big deal?" Peter asked, amazement in his tone. How could she simply blow this off? It *was* a big deal.

"Peter, I'm okay for the most part," Mary Jane said, not wanting to have him start overreacting.

"Did he do anything else to you?" Peter asked, looking her over to see what other damage Harry had done to the woman he loved.

"No...I'm fine," MJ said, not wanting to tell him about Harry hitting her. That would really send him over the edge. "I'm just glad that you are here."

Peter nodded, not believing her. From the tone of her voice, she was hiding something from him. There must be something else, he thought for a second. "Come on, I'll get you out of here," he said.

Mary Jane started standing up before grabbing onto him. "No, you have to get out of here," she started. "Harry has a gun, Peter...he really wants to kill you."

"I know," Peter replied. "I'll deal with him later. All I want to do right now is get you back home where you'll be safe." He helped Mary Jane stand as he started making his way out of the room. He got to the doorway before the hairs on the back of his neck started standing on end. His eyes searched around the room...Spider-sense, he thought. Harry. He's close.

"Oh, how romantic," a voice sneered. "Should I be imitating a violin, here?"

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And so that's as much as I've written up so far. I split the parts so you could read what I've got.

TBC...hope you enjoyed! (Hehe, did you really think I could kill MJ? :) I'm not that cruel!)