-Author- "Thanks for the reviews ^_^ it's the most I've
ever had for the first two chapters of a story so I really
Appreciate everyone's comments. Ok what is a beta reader and how
do you get one? (Sorry for being naïve there I honestly don't know)
Anyways here is the next chapter which I had a little trouble with remembering
Exactly what I had wanted to say. I as well didn't like how they
Ended Spider-man but I understood why they did so that
Peter could keep her safe. I was very sad though, I've always wanted
Peter and M.J. to be together. Anyways As always with the
Disclaimer:
"I do not in any way own Marvel Comics anything relating to Spider-man
which includes the movies or characters. I just own the fic.
Her face blushed almost as read as her hair as he asked her.
"Well.. bits and pieces of it were something I had always wanted but it seemed to finally all come together as a whole in my mind.. A family always full of love, I think after a lifetime of living with my parent's yelling would be an immediate factor out. I think that I'd be living out of the city, you know living in the perfect neighborhood with the white picket fence out in the front and neighboring children playing safely down the street. I'm inside the house making dinner and the kids come home from school. I have a boy and a girl that are in grade school, and the oldest child is carrying in their little brother just having got home from pre-school," she sucked in a deep breath choking down a sob as she could imagine this far-away family.
"They'd all say "hi Mom!" with the hugs and kisses, smiles brightening up their beautiful faces and then run into the living room to watch cartoons. Then after hearing their angelic laughter the door opens everything seems to stop as he walks in using the clichéd saying "Hi, honey I'm home," but to my hears it sounds like music. Every time I hear his voice my heart skips a beat. I know my life isn't complete without him," a single tear fell down her face as she spoke, she seemed to be enveloped within her dream, as she told not wanting to let go.
"It would be perfect. In our own ways we'd love and worship each other. We'd go into the living room and all four of us would snuggle onto the soft white carpet as we'd watching something on the TV. like some scene off of 'Leave it to Beaver'. We'd tuck them in at night reading them a story together before they'd shut their tiny eyes. And every night before he and I would go to sleep we'd profess our heartfelt love to one another with the perfect kiss.
Saturday mornings would be the best, we could sleep in and let the soft sounds of the Saturday morning shows and the children's giggles wake us up. He'd wrap his arms around my waist pulling me near as he'd nuzzle my neck saying 'let's not get up, lets lay here together in each other's arms' beneath the soft glow streaming under the window.
It wouldn't be too longer until we heard the soft little patter of feet up the stairs to our room, and 3 little heads poking inside the room to only jump on the bed dog piling asking when we'd get up to make breakfast." she laughed wiping away the tears. Raising her beautiful eyes to look into his sea blues she smiled.
"What's when I wake up Peter."
Peter smiled watching her, the way she described it put a mental picture in his mind. Yet he could see himself as her husband, the father of the three cherub faced children, sitting in bed reading the titles of the newspaper. No mention of murders, theft or arson. Just pleasant titles. Being the one who shared the perfect kisses with M.J., his wife.
A soft sigh escaped him. But who did she see in the dream as her husband? Him? He would have waited all his life to know that answer; if it were he, he would climb the highest skyscraper to only scream out that he loved her to know. Or was it someone else? She could have very well moved on from Peter.
"M.J., who do you see as your husband?" he asked staring into her eyes entranced. His mind told him to stop but his heart told him to continue on.
"He…he is." She began. A sudden buzz in his mind caused him to sit straight up immediately. His spider-sense. Police sirens screamed by as a group of people gathered outside. 'No.. Not now!' he mentally yelled, but something was indeed wrong. He got to his feet dropping a few dollars on the counter.
"Sorry M.J. but I have to go," he said.
"Yeah of course duty calls." She murmured carelessly. He froze looking at her. 'Did she know? How could she know?' he thought. 'Gee Parker, it wouldn't be a surprise if she did know since you always let your guard down around her!' he mentally kicked himself.
"What do you mean?"
"Have to catch Spider-man in action so you can sell the photos to the Bugle, right?" she asked looking confused.
"Uhh…right." It wouldn't be a lie. "See you M.J." he rushed out of the café, his identity still in tact.
"Story of my life, in the end I never get the guy." She grumbled drinking her cold coffee.
* * *
Peter snapped shots of the broken glass of one of the windows from the science lab. A police officer stretched yellow taper reading "Caution" across the room as they questioned the professions about what was stolen. Doc. Connors narrowed his eyes at his student teachers. "How could you not know what was stolen?! You were supposed to be here!" he yelled leaning on a crutch.
Peter used this time to explore unnoticed.
"My hologram emitter is missing as well as the smoke cubes for the drama department." Connors grumbled.
'Who would steal a hologram emitter and smoke cubes? Why would the purpose for them be?' he thought to himself. There wasn't any evidence from what he could find so far. Maybe something would happen that would lead him to the thief. Slipping out before the cops noticed, Peter decided that he'd go visit his Aunt to go check up on her for the heck of it. He was due to be over there to have their weekly dinner together.
* * *
"Congratulations Miss Watson, you have the part of Katarina in "The Shrew" debuting at Coney Island." The woman spoke proudly. Mary Jane squealed with happiness.
"Thank you so much!" she exclaimed before hanging up the phone. She twirled herself once with joy before shouting down the hall to Debra about her success.
She, Mary Jane Watson, was going to have a lead in Shakespeare's comedy "The Shrew". She couldn't wait. Al the work and grief finally paid off. She had to tell Peter. Dialing up his numbered she was slightly disappointed when Harry answered.
"Harry! It's M.J.!" she heard him expel a soft sigh of… sadness? Annoyance? "Are you ok?"
"Yeah I'm getting a little better since my father's death… What's up M.J.?" he asked changing the subject.
"Guess what? I get to be Katarina in "The Shrew"! Can you believe it?!"
"Hey that's great M.J.! We knew you could do it. When is your opening?"
"Saturday night at Coney Island. They'll have it on the fairgrounds around six. Will you come? I'm asking my mother, Aunt May, my Aunt Anna and Peter to come as well. It'd mean a lot if you were there." She said sincerely. She could hear him pause on the phone for a brief moment.
"Sure M.J., I'd love to see you on stage." The warmth returned to his voice as he spoke. "I'll see you at the show ok?"
* * * *
"No Aunt May I don't think that a blind date would be a good idea." Peter said as he paused mid-bite in his meal.
"Oh come Peter. I haven't seen you go out and I know you are free Friday Night. I was talking to one of my friends in my social circles and she has a very lovely girl your age she can set you up with." May said reasoning with him.
"Aunt May I don't want to." Peter said trying not to sound like he was whining.
"Peter just do me this favor alright?" She said with a pleading tone. Peter looked down and smirked unable to resist when he aunt pleaded in a certain tone.
"Alright, Alright Aunt May." Peter said now grinning softly. May leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek patting him on the shoulder impressed with her nephew.
"You are such a good young man. Perhaps you can take your date to see "The Shrew", Mary Jane is staring in it. She finally got her first real performance." May said matter-of-factly.
"Uh-oh. Mary Jane!" he'd forgotten about her, he would be able to bear to see the hurt look on her face when he showed up with his date to her play. Her first play…
"Um yeah Aunt May." The phone rang just in time drawing Peter from the table. "Hello?"
"Hiya Tiger, it's M.J." a soft voice spoke on the other line.
'Mary Jane, speak of the dev- wait, scratch that she was no devil..' he thought to himself.
"Hi M.J. Aunt May and I were just talking about you. Congratulations about getting the part. That is pretty amazing." He could feel his cheeks go red as he ran a hand through his hair imagining Mary Jane smiling into the phone as she spoke to him.
"Aww I wanted to tell you myself. Well I was wondering if you wanted to go to the fair with me the night of the show. We could hang out together afterwards. I haven't been to Coney Island since I was 14 and I'd really like it if I went back with you."
Peter was unable to respond at first, he rested the phone against his collarbone swallowing hard. He had spent most of his life wanting to ask her out or for her to even just say "Heya Pete, want to grab a bite with me?" but to hear her ask him to take her to Coney Island for a real date was something that was from out of a dream. He seemed to forget about the blind date he was set up in, forgetting about his vow to not let her get too close so he could protect her from a distance. He smiled, a real smile, one that wasn't forced, one that was a true smile he hadn't used since before his Uncle's death. "Mary Jane, I'd love-"
Duty calls…Aunt May looked at him front the table, as if reminding him about his prior engagements with the blind date.
He turned his back cupping his hand over the phone so that only M.J. could hear him. "That fact is..that I would have loved to go with you. More than anything really." He began reluctantly.
"Have? What do you mean Peter?" Her voice lowered fearfully of what he was going to say. Would she be rejected again?
"I…already…have…a date." He said slowly gritting his teeth. He never wanted to be one to hurt Mary Jane and here he was hurting her again, twice in a row. There was silence on the other line followed by shaky breathing.
"Oh…Pete..I see." Click. Mary Jane hung up rather quickly on him, not knowing what else to say to him.
Peter slowly hung up the phone leaning his head against the wall. He groaned and hit his head against the wall a few times.
Maybe he should fake like he's sick Friday night so he won't have to go on the stupid date.
"Oh Peter it will be alright." May chuckled as she walked behind him bracing her hands on his shoulders. "Everything will turn out fine you'll see. I'm sure Mary Jane will be fine in no time."
"I wait all this time to go out on a date with Mary Jane and I have to end up turning her down so I can go out with someone else…No I don't think everything will be alright Aunt May." 'In fact I think my date will be hell.'
* * * * *
By the time Friday Night rolled around Peter was scrambling all over Aunt May's house trying to get ready. He was told that she would meet him there that way it would be easier for her to get there. He had already spilt his cologne all over the bathroom sink and ruined one of his dress shirts when he tried to pull it on too fast and ripped it to shreds with his inhuman strength. "Ok, Spider-man powers are bad when you are in a hurry to get dressed." He muttered to himself as he decided to dress less fancy than he had expected. Smoothing his hair down he guessed he was about ready when the doorbell rang.
Aunt May called up to him telling him to answer the door since she was too busy trying to fix dinner for her and his date's relative who would be sharing dinner with May that night.
Peter clambered down the stairs and over to the door opening it with a simple tug on the handle. With what he saw was just something that could put in him the hospital for a heart attack.
"Good….god…wow…"
Ok that's the end of that chapter all fluff and love and blah blah. I liked writing about the M.J. and Peter feelings thing so yeah…those that didn't like it…oh well. Hope those who did read it like it and thank you for the reviews. By the next chapter there'll be something going on. Not to give anything away. J