A/N: Pardon with my updates again, I'm kind of going through something at the moment and don't really have someone to talk to about it.  So I'm drinking herbal tea (which I only do when I'm upset sad to say) listening to Final Fantasy VI music (lol) and writing some of this chapter.  I'm kind of a wreck emotionally and I apologize if it shows up in my writing.  I checked my reviews and holy shizzo I never expected to reach 122.  My eyeballs would be popping from my sockets if it were possible so I thank you. If only I could get the fic officially published and paid for it. That'd be a wonderful job, writing fanfics for Spider-man and everything else I liked.  Ok ok getting off that here's my next chapter and for DISCLAIMER : I don't know anything but this story. I also don't own The Cranberries song "When you're gone", Oh and I've been wanting to place my very own adopted quote for a while in my fanfic beginning. Hehe its from the cartoon I saved this on wav.

Storm: "Power of lightning strike again!"

Spider-man: "Um power of web shooters get real sticky!"

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            Harry smoothed back a few untamed locks of his hair as he refreshed Mary Jane's vase of flowers.  He had bought her a bouquet of white roses accompanied with baby's breath, her favorite.  Perhaps he bought her the flowers out of guilt, knowing that it was mainly his fault that she was lying there in that bed on the brink of life or death.  Even after their breakup he still cared about her deeply.  Maybe even loved her, he wasn't sure of it though.  She was a beautiful woman who probably confused every single guy that made any contact with her.  When he dated Mary Jane and held her in his arms he could envision himself with her in the future.  He would have proposed to her, gotten her the biggest diamond ring he could find and give her everything her heart desired.  Well almost everything, she liked Spider-man, which made Harry's blood boil.  He saves her life and then she becomes infatuated with him.  Soon Spider-man wouldn't exist anymore and with Peter trying to keep away from Mary Jane, Harry would have another shot to be with Mary Jane.  When she would leave the hospital that is.  Harry rested a hand on the back of his neck feeling guilty.  He was tired of keeping it all to himself and not being able to talk to someone.

            "M.J., there's something I need to tell you." He said softly.  The door was shut, and no one seemed to be around.  Just to be able to say it would make him feel better, it wasn't as if she could really hear him.  "It's my fault this happened to you, and I'm sorry.  If I knew what he was up to I would have made sure it didn't happen to you.  I guess since he likes to save you, that bastard, that you would be the next target or bait that would trap Spider-man.  It actually didn't matter on the person, he chose you at random.  Right now, and he doesn't know it, Spider-man is getting caught in a bigger trap than he'd ever imagine.  Finally, once he's dead, everything can return back to normal, I'd finally have my revenge.  Wouldn't that be nice?"  He asked the thin air, not really asking it to M.J., with a smile on his face.  He looked down at her and immediately scooted his chair back in surprise.  Her once peaceful expression on her face was changed to a grimace, or frown.  Her features were tight, her brows furrowed.  He grabbed her right wrist trying to feel for a pulse, after moments of waiting and feeling nothing he released her.  "She heard me," he spoke to himself out loud.  "But that's impossible…right?"  He stood up at her bedside looking down at her.  His cold eyes were narrowed as he looked down on her, then he got an idea.

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            Mysterio glared down at what used to be New York's most prized possession, super-hero Spider-man.  The man now seemed weak and pathetic, agreeing almost to anything to save the lives of the New Yorkers who'd been infected.  This was what Mysterio had been intending for in the beginning.  Trap Spider-man into a position where he would have no choice but to let Mysterio run the show.  He could see the man restrain himself as he stood looking up at Mysterio.  He would pay god knows what to see any emotional expression on Spider-man's face.

            "I'm waiting." Spider-man said calmly, clenching and unclenching his fists as he stood.  Mysterio studied him wondering if Spider-man felt more accustomed to being crouched on a wall rather than standing to his full height, a cartoonish thought appeared in his mind of a large flyswatter or shoe coming down and smashing the wall-crawler.  He chuckled to himself.  He turned his back to Spider-man and slowly ascended down the steps of the balcony and over towards Spider-man.  He stopped five feet away, not able to hold back the grin that overtook his mouth.

"Are we actually patient this time?  I'm not seeing any pre-mature anger, I thoroughly disappointed."  He said taunting him as he circled the masked hero.  He wanted the crusader to turn around and try to deck him so he could give another reason to drag out the punishment of the infected New York citizens.  He very well thought that they deserved it, all of them, it didn't matter who exactly got affected along the way.  He also had a list of the very people who had him thrown in prison but he didn't plan on collecting on the list until he had Spider-man's back turned and busy to save the people that would soon be hospitalized.

            "I'm not here to impress you chrome-dome.  You were offering a chance for me to help the people that were infected by your damn imposter back there and I'm waiting.  If not I'll send you right off to prison after I pound you to the State Penitentiary myself!" He said about ready to grab him by the throat and lift him off the ground.  Mysterio laughed watching him, he was awfully close to snapping, that's what he wanted if he couldn't defeat Spider-man physically. If he shattered him mentally, it would have been a challenge that no other could have done except Mysterio.  Sirens began to sound far off from them drawing his attention back out to the door. Neither one of them wanted to be around when the cops showed up, Spider-man looked over at Mysterio waiting for him to say something.  Mysterio drew his long purple cloak over his shoulder not caring to look at Spider-man.

"Tomorrow night at the Brooklyn Bridge, meet me at one of the tops and we'll discuss you serving your purpose to save those hostages."  He said turning away.

            "What about the one in the hospital?!" Spider-man snapped ready to grab him.

"Oh her…yes…but she's a special case.  Hers won't be so easy since she's been out longer, but I'm sure we could come to some sort of agreement."  He laughed.  Reaching into the folds of his cape he drew out an object, he turned his shoulder ever so slightly and threw it at Spider-man.  Spider-man tried to knock it away from him as his spider sense went off but it exploded on impact of the back of his hand, smoke exploding all over the place making him hunch over and cough, his lungs feeling like they were being filled and about to explode.  He heard the cars screech to a halt but he couldn't make his body cooperate with his brain. "Have…to…move.  Can't…let them…catch me." He thought.

The doors to the museum were soon knocked down and the smoke came billowing out.

            "Whoa, damn! Look at all that smoke!  Let it clear out before moving inside."  One of them said covering his face.

"Sir! It was reported that Spider-man and an affiliate of his were seen in here.  This was where the hostages had escaped! I'm going in!"  One of the new recruits said ducking inside.  The other officers rolled their eyes at the rookie and followed in after him so the new recruit wouldn't get his head blown off.  They readied their guns for any sight of Spider-man once the smoke cleared, yet when it finally did there was no one left inside the museum.

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            Spider-man was already gone by the time the doors were kicked in, he leaped up through the broken skylight and had already began his lift into the air again and grinned to himself as he could hear them wondering where the hell he had just gone.  It was late, he could tell from the skyline just as the sun had began to rise just slightly over the horizon illuminating the city with hues of pink and orange, the dark violet fading away with the night.  Spider-man yawned as he landed on the side of a building, sitting against the bricks.  It had been too long since he had slept and the weariness of the day had begun to creep up on him, his muscles sore and cramped while his bones began to ache.  He rested his head back against the hard bricks closing his eyelids, which felt like they weighed five pounds apiece.  He knew that it would be foolish of him to fall asleep on some wall, anyone would be able to see him up here soon and a bed sounded much more comfortable to fall into than a brick wall.  Ah the brick walls brought back memories, the first time he scaled one after he had fought with Flash Thompson, and the first time he slammed into one while trying to swing off a web strand for the first time.  He smiled weakly, the impact from the wall hurt like hell but figured that it would have looked very humorous to an outsider if they had been lucky to catch such a thing in person.  He was sure though that to an outsider many things about his life would see pathetic or humorous.  With a painful groan he turned himself around so he was facing the wall and scaled up to the top.  He wasn't too far from his apartment so he figured he would find the alleyway he changed into, grab his clothes and change back to his normal self and head home. 

By the time he got in his door and plopped himself onto his bed his alarm clock was reading six forty-five, it seemed that time was never on his side.  Groaning he pulled his covers over his head and lulled himself off to sleep.

            When the phone rang beside him about an hour later Peter couldn't even bother to move his arm to answer it.  His brain wouldn't cooperate with his body, one leg kicked from under the covers and his hand moved, but that was all he could muster. "Mmmnnaa…" He uttered as he just rolled slightly.  The phone kept ringing and finally his answering machine picked up.

            "Hi this is Harry and Peter's place," His voice spoke on the machine. "We aren't here at the moment so just leave a message." Harry's voice finished.  After the machine beeped Aunt May's voice spoke on the other line in a frantic and worried tone.

            "Peter this is your Aunt May.  Are you there?  It's very important that you pick up the phone if you are." She said in a shaken voice. 

Peter's eyes shot open worriedly, he hoped his aunt didn't get hurt again, Mysterio didn't find out who he was did he?!  His brain instantly commanded his body to roll himself over and reach for the phone.

            "Aunt May? It's me Peter. What's wrong?" He asked gripping the phone tightly in his hand.

"Land sakes child, took you forever to answer the phone," She said half-scolding him.  He nodded his head as if trying to hurry her along; he wanted to get to the root of the matter. "The hospital called Mrs. Watson earlier this morning, they told her that Mary Jane is missing from the hospital.  She disappeared without a trace and the police have no idea where she is. She called me and told me that there was no trace of anything left.  It was as if she got out of bed and left while no one was around."  Her voice shook displaying the nature she was holding.  Peter half-listened to the rest of the words she spoke into the phone, his mind was busy trying to take in the information he just received. Mary Jane was gone…gone from the hospital.  How was that possible?  There was no way she would have woken up, got out of bed and left the hospital without someone seeing.  Something wasn't right or didn't add up right and he couldn't get his finger on it.  "Peter?  Peter?  Child, are you even listening to a word I say?!" His aunt exclaimed on the other line.  He snapped out of his thoughts and went back to talking to his aunt.

            "I'm sorry Aunt May, I was trying to take this all in.  Everything will be all right, I'm sure she'll be fine; there was probably just a mistake.  I'll go down there myself and take a look to make sure that everything's all right.  Have Mrs. Watson come over and reassure her that Mary Jane will be ok.  I'll go now, love you Aunt May."  He said reassuring his aunt.  After getting off the phone with his aunt he climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom stripping his clothes off in a hurry climbing into the shower.

               Hold on to love. That is what I do,

               Now that I've found you.

               And from above, everything's stinking,

               They're not around you.

He showered quickly, his thoughts not leaving M.J. not one time.  One particular image kept on flashing into his mind, the last time he had seen her, lying in the bed looking pale and helpless.  God she was beautiful, and he loved her with his soul but would never be able to tell her that. But if she really wasn't there…he didn't know what he would do, what would be the chance he could find her in a city populated with millions.

   And in the night, I could be helpless

   I could be lonely, sleeping without you.

  And in the day, everything's complex

   There's nothing simple, when I'm not around you.

Peter dressed in a hurry into fresh clothes and left the apartment quickly.  He wasn't too far from the hospital so he was sure that he could walk there.  He wrapped his arms around himself, not out of coldness but just something to do with his arms.  He watched the traffic around him; they seemed completely oblivious that their very lives could be in danger if he didn't stop Mysterio soon.  Why did his life have to be so complex, the only thing that wasn't so complex was being with Mary Jane.  No, that wasn't complex, just that he lived a double life, just the thought of not seeing her there when he got to the hospital made him walk quicker.

                                      But, I miss you when you're gone.

                                      That is what I do, Bay, Bay, Bay

                                      And it's going to carry on,

                                      That is what I knew, Bay, Bay, Bay

He went inside the hospital remembering when he had carried Mary Jane all the way from the theater to the inside of the hospital demanding that she be treated right away.  Cops seemed to have swarmed the inside of the hospital, asking everyone questions about god knows what.  Peter slipped past them quickly not being noticed at the moment, taking the stairwell Peter jogged up to Mary Jane's floor level.  Peter began to walk inside but skidded to a halt in the doorway when he actually looked in.

    Hold on to my hand,

    I feel I'm sinking, sinking without you.

   And to my mind, everything's stinking

   Stinking without you.

He felt himself stumble a few feet into the room as his eyes widened in disbelief.  It was true…Mary Jane…the bed…it was empty.  She was gone.  The life support machine was pushed back neatly a few feet away from the bed, all of the little suction cups lying on the floor.  The I.V. bag was pushed into the corner of the wall as well, its needle resting at its top.  The sheets were pulled back from the bed; one would think that Mary Jane hadn't even been in the room if it wasn't for the gentle imprint on the pillows where her head had once been.  Peter furrowed his brows in confusion looking around trying to grasp with reality.  She was gone…she was really gone.  He felt his jaw tremble at the thought of her lying somewhere dead; he couldn't imagine life without her it was impossible.  Life wouldn't be worth it if Mary Jane didn't exist, to see her everyday smile, the love in her beautiful eyes, the way her vibrant red hair would billow in the wind, the way her gorgeous lips would curve into a smile, her touch, her kisses, her love.  His mind swam with the thoughts of life without her.  He fell onto his knees with a whimper.  "Mary Jane…" He said softly wanting her there with him.  His fingers grazed the cold tiled ground.

   And in the night, I could be helpless,

   I could be lonely, sleeping without you.

  And in the day, everything's complex,

 There's nothing simple, when I'm not around you.

 And I miss you when you're gone.

 That is what I do, Bay, Bay, Bay

 And it's going to carry on,

 That is what I do, Bay, Bay, Bay

Rose petals.  He now grasped at white rose petals that were under the bed.  "Huh?"  He picked up a small card and unfolded it reading the contents inside.  "Mary Jane, I wish the best for your recovery, once you bounce back come see me.  I want to give us another try, to start over.  You and I are for each other; there is no one better for you. Love, Harry." Peter read out loud.  Harry was here?  Maybe he knew what happened to Mary Jane.  Peter stood up and left the hospital room in a blind speed.  Perhaps Harry could be the one to help him save Mary Jane.

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   A/N: Ok that's the end of this chapter; let me know how you felt. I love that song that I put in, and thought maybe it could maybe go along with this fic. Ok I'm going to end this with another quote I find hilarious, 'cept it isn't from spider-man. I saw this on Buffy one time. Spike is a vampire, a chip was placed inside his head and he could no longer bite anyone without a series of pain overtaking him (or his skull lol)

            Spike: "Come on! It's tele time! Passions is on! Timmy fell down a bloody well and if you make me miss it I'll-"

       Giles: "You'll what?! Lick me to death?!"

Hehe ok some might not find that as funny as I do, but ok yeah.