A/N:Thanks a lot everyone for all of the great reviews! I love praise as you can tell! lol. Neways, here's the answer to Musagato's question--
About the webshooters thing, I'm aware that this is movie-verse, and that he doesn't have webshooters 'cause it au natural. But, you know those pointy thingys that stick out of his wrists? You see in the moive, when it first shows him as Spider-man, he's shooting webbing, and you can see that pointy thingy? Ya, that's what I referring to. Sorry if I confused you and anyone else out there. ^_^;
~Reminds Me of Those Hospitals Dramas...~
As many people began to flee the area of the explosion or get their injuries treated, J. Jonah Jameson was inside of the next door building,
which just happened to be the Daily Bugle. He was staring out of his office building, and every time Spider-man had came out of the building,
every time with someone in his arms. He knew deep down inside that Spider-man was just saving them, but Jameson tried to ignore that; he hated
how everyone loved that bug so much, so he would try to ruin his image with his newspapers.
For the most part, it was working, but every so often, Spider-man would do something grand enough to win back the hearts of all of Queens, New York.
Except him, of course. Spider-man would never win him over..
It was then that Jameson noticed that it had been a few minutes since Spider-man had went back into the burning building. Jameson checked his watch; strike that, about ten minutes exactly. Jameson grew curious of what had happened to the bug, and maybe even a slight bit of concern. Something could have happened to him in there or something..
Jameson's query was soon answered as he saw a flash of peach, scarlet, and blue flash by his window, followed by a crash, and a yowling of a tomcat. Jameson stood up with a jolt. "What in bloody hell was that??" he asked himself. He leaned over his window, but wasn't able to get a clear view of the alley. He huffed to himself, aggravated, and raced out of his office.
Within a few minutes, Jameson was out of the newspaper building, and staring down the alleyway, with horror and surprise written on his face.
There, lying on the ground, unconscious, was Spider-man, at least, he thought so, since his spandex suit was so badly torn and shredded with burn marks all over, that it was hard to tell it was him.
That was, until his looked at his mask. Spider-man's mask was torn in half, revealing some brown singed hair, and from the left side of his chin to just under the eyepiece. In fact, the eyepiece was nearly ripped off the suit, and looked like it had melted a bit. The rest of the mask had a small tinge of black to it.
But Jameson still wasn't able to recognize who was under what was left of the mask.
Jameson felt a bit torn; Spider-man was his enemy, rival, and would have normally by now torn off the mask and call the cops so he could be hauled off to jail.
But by the looks of it, Spider-man had had enough bad things happen to him already.
Jameson shook his head, and took a step into the alley. He slowly made his way towards the fallen arachnid, and leaned over him once he had reached him.
Spider-man looked awful; he had burn marks everywhere, and a nasty bleeding bump on the left side of his forehead, which was soaking through his mask. There was even a tiny hole there. He was also shivering uncontrollably, due to the pre-winter weather, and that fact that most of his body wasn't even covered by his spandex suit anymore. Jameson shut his eyes in frustration; he needed medical help, fast! But...
I've been waiting a long time for something like this to happen. This is my chance to unmask the bug. I admit I feel a bit sorry for him, but what else am I suppose to do at this point? Besides, I'll have to know whom he is when he gets to a hospital; for medical records or that kind of crap. thought Jameson.
Jameson then reached down for Spider-man's mask, and carefully lifted it from his face.
Jameson dropped the mask in surprise, and a mix of other emotions he could determine, and gasped.
Under the mask of the smart-ass, web swinging super hero was none other than Peter Parker.
Jameson's brain filled up with a slur of mind-boggling questions, which he couldn't sort out. How...? Him? Of all people, Spider-man was Peter Parker? Peter Parker was
Spider-man??
Well, that explained how he got so many good pictures of him(self), anyway..
Jameson was frozen on spot. "What the flying--"
"Anyone down there??" came the voice of a paramedic. Jameson's eyes widened; this was his chance to reveal to the world who exactly was Spider-man! But, deep down, he thought it would be low and deceitful for him to do so, with the wall-crawler's current condition. He had enough honor in him to not do so..
But maybe one day, some day, he would reveal it, but today, he couldn't. He'd just try to forget it, pretend that he had just found ordinary Peter Parker, the lazy teenager who took pictures for him, in an alley.
Jameson shook his head; this was so confusing...
Acting quickly after hearing another call from the male paramedic, Jameson hid the mask in his jean pocket, and tore off his brown jacket, and putting it on Peter Parker properly. For now, he was going to protect the boy's secret.
Key word-- For now.
Jameson then raced from the alley, and called to the paramedic, "There's someone in the alley! He's unconscious, I think he got caught in the blast or something!"
The male paramedic jogged for Jameson. He stopped and looked over him. "Well, how can I be sure you didn't do anything to him?"
"Listen, bub," Jameson snarled, anger filling him up, "I'm J. Jonah Jameson, and I would never do anything to hurt another being!(A/N: Ya, right. :P) So, just get the hell down there and help him out!"
"Ok, ok, touchy," The paramedic said defensively, waving his hands in front of himself. He looked back at some other paramedics, and yelled, "Go to the alley! And bring the stretcher!"
Before Jameson knew it, Peter was on the stretcher, and being brought into the large white hospital van. Jameson followed after them, feeling somehow that he should go with them. And, well, it looked like he was going to end up calling...whomever he lived with, or maybe his Aunt. What was her name? Kay? May? No, it was May. Well, he'd still have to end up calling her..
Jameson entered the ambulance, and sat down in a metal chair nearby the fallen wall crawler. He was groaning in his sleep, as the doctors started to work on him. Jameson cross his arms and stared blankly at Peter, deep in thought, as the sounds of the ambulance's sirens started to go off, and it raced to the hospital, carrying many other injured people as well..
May Parker was starting to wonder when her nephew, Peter, would ever call her again. It had been a few weeks since the last time he had called. And, they were talking about Mary Jane. He
wouldn't stop talking about her almost the whole time; it looked like he still had that little crush he had on her since first grade, and didn't even know what love was. It went a bit like
this:
"How's MJ?"
"Has MJ talked to you lately?"
"How have you been?"
"Has MJ asked how you've been?"
It was very strange. At one point, she had asked him why he hadn't called MJ lately. After that, he had changed the subject to something else. That was the last time she had talked to her nephew. She sighed to herself, wondering what was happening to her nephew right now..
As if the angel of death had heard her call and answered, the phone behind her started to ring. Hopeful, May Parker set down the dishes she was cleaning from her supper, dried her hands with a towel, and picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello, is this May Parker?" said a gruff voice on the other line.
"Yes, who is this?"
"This is your nephew, Peter's boss, Jonah Jameson. I..have some bad news about him,"
May Parker's throat tightened. "W-what happened Peter?"
Jameson cleared his throat before continuing, "He was found by the Daily Bugle, seriously burned and with what the doctors believe is a concussion. They haven't got his full condition yet, and they're still doing surgery on him as we speak--"
"I'll be over there as soon as I can." May cut him off, holding back tears of sorrow and fright for her nephew. She hung up before Jameson could reply, grabbed her coat, and ran out the door before you could say, 'Look, it's Spider-man!'
Jameson stared at the phone in disgust. The woman had hung up on him. Jameson shook his head as he hung the phone up as well; why was he the one doing phone duty again?
~Because, before you said you would, and no one else is around to do so.~
Jameson always hated that little voice in the back of his head called his conscience. He never really listened to it before, but for the past half-hour or so, he had been listening to it a lot more than usual.
Jameson's little inner squabble with himself was cut short when he heard the doctor call for him, "Mr.Jameson, I have some news about Mr.Parker,"
"Well, spit it out,"
The doctor pushed his black framed glasses up his nose and continued, "Well, sir, Mr.Parker is still under immense care, but we know what's wrong with him now. He has 2nd degree burns all over his body, a broken wrist, and a...concussion, a pretty bad one. We don't know when he'll wake up. He's not in a coma, but it's still pretty bad. He could die."
A little while later, May was at the hospital, and in the waiting room, her tears flowing freely. Jameson had gone back to the office, now that she was here, and was currently all alone. She had called
Harry, and he was on his way over to the hospital, and was going to call MJ soon. But, right now, all she could think of was her poor nephew; how could this have happened to him? Jameson had also told her
about Peter's condition, and had held back her tears until Jameson had left. For some reason, she didn't feel that he was the type of person you could cry around freely without getting a disgusted look from
him directed at you.
Whipping away some stray tears, May sniffed sadly, and got up. She slowly walked towards the phone, and dialed MJ's phone number. She let the phone ring about nine times, then the answering machine came up.
"Hi, this is Mary Jane Watson, I can't come to the phone right now. Please leave a message after the beep."
Beeeep.
"MJ? It's me, Aunt May. When you get this message, please come over to the St. Patrick hospital as fast as you can. It's about Peter. Please, come quick!"
Beeeep.
MJ, who had actually been home, but thinking it was Parker, didn't answer her phone, listened in horror at May's message. MJ felt sick to her stomach. What could have happened to him? She was angry with him, but the thought of him being hurt still sent chills down her spine.
MJ closed her emerald green eyes, trying to hold back the warm tears that threatened to fall. "Oh my god," she whispered to herself. She sat down on her maroon shaded leather love chair, whimpering softly to herself. She knew, deep down, that something terrible had happened to the photographer, which she had pronounced her love to.
But right now, MJ felt that she should do what May had requested; go over to that hospital. She was probably under even more emotional shock than she was.
By the time MJ had gotten over to the clean and over-worked hospital, Harry had already been there for ten minutes, and was currently trying to comfort his best friend Peter's Aunt May. Harry had a look of
sadness planted on his face, but wasn't quite in May's state; she was bawling like there was no tomorrow, into Harry's shoulder, which was now a bit damp with tears. MJ was right; she was worse off than herself.
Harry looked up at MJ as she entered the waiting room helplessly; he probably didn't really want his new black leather jacket to be ruined, but was afraid to leave the grief-stricken woman alone. MJ looked back at Harry with slightly bloodshot eyes; she had been crying before, too, but seeing her old boyfriend also was a little much. MJ sighed sadly, closing her eyes, and walked over towards May and Harry. MJ sat down beside Harry, her hands folded on her lap. She looked at the man who was currently head of Oscorp, and he looked back at her.
"So,...what's wrong with Peter?" MJ asked quietly.
Harry sighed, looking downwards. MJ knew that by the way he was acting it was something bad. "Pete...well, right now, he's still under care by the doctors, but before, they said that he has 2nd degree burns all over his body, a broken wrist, and on top of that...he has a concussion. A pretty bad one. The doctors said he's not in a coma, but they don't know when he'll wake up." Harry closed his eyes painfully when he heard MJ's stifled gasp, and May start to sob a little bit louder into his shoulder.
MJ closed her eyes in guilt. "Oh my god, what have I done," she muttered to herself, recalling what had happened barely two hours ago. She covered her face with her shaking hands, to cover up her squinting green eyes, which had tears rolling down her smooth cheeks. "Oh, Peter," she whispered.
A few days later...
Mary Jane entered Peter's hospital room for the third time that day. A few days passed, and Peter was still unconscious. Mary Jane winced everytime she looked at his condition; a long white bandage, which was now tinted red slightly
with blood, was wrapped tightly around his head, his brown hair falling loosely over it in some stray spots. His left wrist had a rock hard, white cast around it, and an IV was inserted in his other wrist. Whenever MJ looked at it,
she saw a small white-ish tint nearby it, and a small slit in the middle of it. She hoped that that was just another burn like the rest of his body was covered with, with ice packs every so often covering them, and nothing serious. He
was also now wearing a sky blue hospital gown, but was hard to see other than the sleeves and top-part, because it was partly ripped so that the burn marks could be exposed and treated. A rough textured indigo sheet also covered him, but
only covering his belly button down.
MJ sighed, seeing Harry was dosing off in a nearby plastic chair. It was near 11:00pm anyway, so no wonder he was almost asleep. MJ crept up to the other chair beside Harry, and sat down softly on it. MJ glanced back at Peter, then gingerly took off her dark forest green wool gloves, which were slightly cooled by the crisp winter air. She pushed them into her ramie/wool mix ebony jacket pocket, and sighed to herself. She nudged Harry a bit, in an effort to wake him up, to let him know she was here. Harry jolted awake, grunting to himself a little in tiredness, and glanced at MJ.
"Hey, MJ, what are you doing here? It's.." Harry asked softly, then glanced at his wristwatch. "Whoa, past 11:00. I'm surprised the nurses haven't kicked me out yet.."
MJ chuckled a little. "Well, you were almost asleep there, so maybe she didn't want to wake you." MJ's small smile soon turned into a frown. "I guess Pete hasn't woken up yet,"
Harry shook his head grimly. "No, he's still unconscious. But one thing bugs me-- how could this have happened to him?"
MJ sighed to herself, closing her eyes. "I don't know.." she started, pointing her face downwards. "..But it's all my fault," she whispered regrettably.
"What?"
MJ opened her eyes, and looked at Harry sadly. "A few hours before he got hurt, he had called me. He was trying to say something important to me, but I blew it in his face, because I was mad at him because of what happened at the funeral." She choked on a sob, "And the important thing was that he was trying to apologize to me about then." MJ buried her face into her hands, sobbing to herself sadly.
Harry looked sympathetic at MJ, but then frowned after a minute. "But it's not your fault for what happened to Pete, MJ," he stated strongly, "Whatever happened wasn't because of you. It just...happened."
"I still feel guilty, though," MJ said in between sobs, looking up at her ex-boyfriend with now bloodshot eyes.
Harry sighed. "It's not your fault, MJ," he pressed on firmly. "You weren't anywhere near him at the time."
MJ sniffed looking down. "Maybe, but I still wish I never said those things to him, he didn't deserve it."
"Well, maybe you'll get your chance to apologize to him."
MJ sighed, while trying to think of something to say back to Harry. Meanwhile, as if responding to what Harry had said, stirring began from the bed which Peter lay on..
It wasn't until they heard a soft moan from there that the two ex-love birds realized what was happening. Forgetting all that they were talking about, MJ and Harry leaped from the chairs, nearly knocking them over, and to Peter's side.
MJ and Harry watched in awe as the injured Peter Parker slowly fidgeted his way out of unconsciousness, and start to crack his blue eyes open. Peter moaned again. MJ sucked in some air, and whispered softly, "Hey, Tiger? Wake up, it's me,"
Peter moaned once more in reply, and his eyes fluttered open. But as soon as Peter directed his attention over to the two silently, Harry knew something was wrong with the blank slate look in his normally vivid blue eyes.
MJ didn't seem to notice, though, as she smiled in happiness for him. "Oh my god, Peter! Y-your awake! I'm so glad!" MJ gave Peter a soft hug to make sure that she didn't hurt the photographer too much, as Peter hissed a little in pain. "I was so afraid, Peter! Don't ever do that to me again!"
"Um, MJ--" started Harry, noticing to confused look on Peter's face.
MJ then sent a death glare towards Harry telling him to shut up, in which he did so obediently.
MJ let Peter loose, and said to him, "Listen, Peter, I...just wanted to say that I'm sorry. For everything. I never meant to hurt you, ever. I promise to never do so again. I-I even just stay friends with you if you want--"
MJ got cut off by Peter, "Um, thanks, but can I just ask one question?"
"W-what?" MJ stuttered, a bit taken aback.
"Who's Peter?"
You never know what someone means to you, until you lose them.
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~To Be Continued...~
A/N:*points to first part of chapter* Weren't expecting that now, were you? Ain't that a kick in the pants? ~_^ You have to make some sacrifices to keep stories interesting! Like JJ knowing what even Peter doesn't know anymore!
And you know what I have to say about that? *pulls record player out of nowhere, sinister music plays* MWAHAHAHAHA!! ^__^ Eh, you can tell I watch too much Spongebob Squarepants, lol. Well, please excuse my insaneness! I just had a Halloween
party, and I was a Vampire! Too much candy! But it doesn't mean I was writing this chapter at my worst! I saved my insaninty for the Author's Note. Hehe. Please review! ^__^ HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!