*A/N* I apologize in ahead of time for not updating any of my writing but Internet has been out and we currently only have one computer in the household that has the games on it or even running Internet. My computer. Grr. So updating my writing is a little hard lately. Anyways here comes my next chapter and thank you tremendously for the beautiful and kick ass reviews that you all have given me. I am in your debt to try and provide some entertaining writing here and thank you for boosting my writing ego hehe.
Also I just rented Spider-man the video game and was very very happy that Tobey Maguire does the voice of Spider-man for this. Yaya.
Spider-man and Mysterio were dueling it out on one of New York's many rooftops. There were no force fields or hologram images that could keep Spider-man from ripping his enemy limb from limb. Mysterio kept up a good battle however dodging a few punches thrown by Spider-man with great agility and delivered a few good punches himself; none that would throw spider-man across the way, but enough to get Spider-man to reconsider Mysterio's strength. Fury had overtaken Spider-man's moves, he no longer thought rationally as he fought him, while Mysterio seemed to fight with a sense of revenge of his own which Spider-man didn't have a single clue about. Spider-man kicked out at Mysterio's midsection hitting him squarely in the gut as hard as he could. Mysterio teetered back in pain with a mere grunt clenching his fist and punching out at Spider-man's chest connecting his hit painfully watching Spider-man fall with a hand over the spot that Mysterio hit. He hadn't heard the blades slice into his skin as he looked down at the spot that matched his spider suit and began to grow. He whimpered getting to his feet swaying a little.
"Pretty soon you'll get the same look on your face that, that pretty little actress got before she went out cold." Mysterio hissed grabbing Spider-man by the throat and lifting him into the air.
Shaking with anger Spider-man managed to whisper coldly to him, "Not if I can help it. You'll be pushing up daisies long before I go." With that Spider-man balled his fist up and rammed it into Mysterio's dome breaking the glass. Mysterio dropped Spider-man as he staggered and fell onto his back. Flipping to his feet Spider-man leapt and landed beside Mysterio grabbing him by his throat to hold him still and see who was the cause of all the pain, but seeing who he was made Spider-man stumble back in wonderment and shock. His best friend Harry Osborn stared back up at him from under the dome with a demented smile on his face…
"Ahh!" Peter Parker yelled waking up from his nightmare, sitting at his desk in class. Slowly his classmates turned at looked at him oddly, his lab professor glaring at him from the front of the room having stopped writing a formula on the whiteboard.
"And that is why class, you don't go to bed at four in the morning and show up for an eight 'o clock lab that day. Thank you Mr. Parker for demonstrating my point." The Lab professor said keeping his glare on Peter. Peter flushed embarrassed that he was caught sleeping in class, and the professor turned back to finishing his formula on the whiteboard. Peter wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve thanking God that it was just a dream and not reality. He didn't know what he would do if his best friend was Mysterio or someone planning to kill him. Well, Spider-man. His professor was right though; Peter didn't go to bed until four that morning because that was the time he got back from the hospital. He didn't feel right to leave Mary Jane alone in her room unprotected and when fatigue hit in he decided that she should be fine when the guard switched backed to watching outside her room. He would visit her again soon, his Aunt was going to see her that afternoon and he also heard that Harry stopped by to look in on her. He would come back that in the evening as Spider-man to sit at her side again protecting her. He would probably sit there and think up all the ways he could have saved her from this ever happening. That's all he did really, go through scenarios in his head driving himself crazy. Class ended and Peter grabbed his books leaving the class. As he was going out the door someone ran into him awfully hard. It had no effect on throwing Peter into the wall but it did draw his attention. 'Now just who has that bad of an attitude today?' He asked himself as he glanced over his shoulder as he left. Harry Osborn… 'That's odd, he didn't take lab this semester, what is he doing in here for?' Only Peter didn't have time to question this, he had to drop his photos off at The Bugle, grab something to eat, then do a patrol out on the streets for awhile. Yup, his schedule was pretty much filled up to a "T" rather than giving him some slack to play detective and see what his best friend and roommate was up to. He watched Harry approach his professor and speak to him in a hushed tone. Peter shrugged guessing that he planned on taking the class sometime and left the class going to work.
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"Crap! Parker, why do you keep on bringing me crap to put on my front page?!" J.J. yelled slamming the photos down on his desk. Peter looked at him in shock, the photos he took of Spider-man at the carnival. Some of the shots were pretty good, he should say so himself, and would be very difficult to angle for any normal photographer to shoot. He remembered that he had two photos he had forgotten to give to J.J. Well forgotten, didn't plan on, same thing. He reached into his book bag and placed two more photos on the table. One of Spider-man saving Felicia Hardy from the tracks in the fire and the other was him and Mysterio in a heated conversation. If J.J. had posted the picture of Spider-man saving Felicia and Mary Jane had seen it (if she was..awake that that time) she would be hurt. The one with him and Mysterio would more than likely be posted on the front page entitled: "Spider-man and Mysterio plan New York's demise" or some title that would put him down. J.J. picked up the photos with a smug smile on his face. He leaned over to the clear glass window of his office knocking on it to get his secretary's attention. "Run this one on page one, and move this one to page four. Got it?!" He shouted loud enough for her to hear him through the glass. She nodded directing someone to go in and get the photos to arrange them for the story. Peter cleared his throat uncomfortably deciding to speak up.
"Uhh…sir? What's the title going to read?" He asked already having an idea.
"Spider-man and new villain conspire against New York." He said holding up imaginary titles with a grin on his face, his cigar sticking out of the side of his mouth. Peter lowered his head; J.J. very well knew that Spider-man wasn't the menace that he made him out to be. Spider-man even saved J.J.'s life and that was the gratitude he showed?
"Sir, Spider-man was saving people's lives at Coney Island. Dome-head was the one who was trying to harm the people!" Peter exclaimed, knowing that he shouldn't be trying to stand up to his boss. J.J. glared at Peter setting his hands on the desk.
"You are the photographer. You take the pictures and give them to me; I pay you for them, that's it. You don't get say over what the story says or what the headlines read. You have a problem with it, then you can take your photos to another paper." He said even-tempered. Peter was quiet and knew that what J.J. said was true. Peter nodded solemnly and apologized to J.J. He'd sacrifice his pride so he could get paid that week and pay the rent. He stood up and left J.J's office before he was ordered out. With a glance all about him Peter darted to the nearest alleyway changing into his Spider-man costume. Leaving his clothes in the closet at his work had almost got him caught once. J.J. had once asked him if he was running around New York naked while holding up a pair of pants he found of Peter's in the closet. Somehow Peter managed to get himself out of that one by saying that he had to change into a suit for one of his college field trips they had, and only had enough time to change at the office and leave, except he didn't have any place to put his clothes at. That tided J.J. over for the time being but he knew he could no longer hide his clothes in the office.
Moving through the air now he focused his mind on doing a patrol of the city for a few hours then grabbing something to eat before heading to the hospital.
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He watched her closely under the moonlight, the light enhanced her beauty tenfold, her hair looking more red than ever, her lips a soft pink, while her skin was pale, reminding him of a porcelain doll. Her body was still like it had been lately but he knew she was still alive. Just wasn't sure how long she'd be alive for. He took her cold icy hand into his, looking at her and gulping back the lump that was forming in his throat. His headache had begun and he knew he was holding back tears. He stood, as Spider-man and grabbed the chair near the door, propping it under the door handle at a certain angle so that no one would be able to move it. It was too dark for anyone to be able to see inside of the room as well so he removed his mask tossing it onto the foot of the bed. He walked back over to her side looking down at her beautiful face. He cradled her chin in his hand as he placed his lips against her icy skin. He pulled his face back only an inch wanting to kiss her lips and see her open her eyes and smile up at him. He knew it wouldn't happen therefore he wouldn't put his emotions that deep on the line. He slowly climbed onto the bed beside her, pulling her body into his arms as he rested his head against hers looking at her. "This happened to her…and this time he could say not because of him. Not because of him intentionally, he found out that this was planned for any person that was in the way at the time. She could have been with Peter at the time and this might not have happened. It could have been anyone. But it wasn't just anyone, it happened to M.J., someone who happened to catch the lot of rotten apples lately. So many thoughts ran through his mind, he had begun to think that maybe he could protect her better if he was with her rather than if she wasn't with him. It was a big mess up inside his mind right now; he didn't know what he could have done in the past to prevent this. All he knew though that the love of his life could die in a matter of time if he didn't get his act together and find Mysterio. He stroked her cheek sucking in a deep breath again as he held her cold body against his. 'Maybe I can warm her, and it could help in her recovery.' He thought naively. He closed his eyes snuggling his body against hers imagining that she would wake up and roll over sliding her arms around his waist and whispering into his ear. "I love you,Tiger." He'd love to hear her say that to him.
"Hey you hear what they are broadcasting all over the news?" A guard said from outside. Peter jerked his head up from the bed overhearing one of the guards from outside.
"No, but it seems a lot of people are panicking. What's going on?" The other one asked sipping his coffee.
"The news just said that Spider-man is robbing the Jeweler's Store. Just nabbed a diamond the size of a baseball and is seen heading on over to the Museum." The guard said astounded. Peter narrowed his eyes not believing what he just heard. How could Spider-man have broken into the jeweler's store when he was lying right here beside M.J.? Slowly he slid off the bed to his feet grabbing for his mask. He slipped it on with a frown. Someone was trying to frame him, but how was it possible to frame spider-man? Removing the chair from the door Spider-man took one last glance at Mary Jane before he was out the window in a flash ready to stop whatever was trying to frame him…
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A/N: Ok sorry if this part was rushed and or doesn't seem long enough. But that's where it really does need to end for this chapter. Hope it was good =)