A/N:So, second chapter's finally up. I hope you guys will enjoy this. ^_^ On another note-- I got the Spider-man DVD!! Yay! ^___^ I watched it seven times so far, lol. But the outtakes are weird...o.O Also, note to Laxgirl-
That would be a good idea for JJ, but I got something in mind for him, I've had an idea way before I even started this fic. ~_^
Well, I may do something like that to him in the end, but you never can be too sure with me. Besides, why would I let him know Spider-man's identity if it wasn't for something *special*? ~_^
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You know the warm fuzzy feeling people get when something bad had happened to you recently, like your dog dying, or being thrown off of a 13 story building,
and your friends and/or family stick right there beside you until you feel better, just because they care?
Well, Peter defiantly wasn't feeling that; he had no clue who the hell the red-head and dressed-up male that were standing over him expectantly were. In fact, for some reason, he didn't know much at all, not even his own name; the only thing he knew was that he was aching all over, and there was a dull burning feeling all over him, too.
The red-head was staring at Peter in utter shock, while the man had his eyes closed showing his sadness. Peter wondered why the man was so sad, and the red-head was so surprised; he had just asked a simple question.
"Y-you don't know who Peter is?" The red-head asked after a minute, in a choked up voice.
Peter shook his head slowly, but quickly stopped and winced at the throbbing pain in his head. So, he simply whispered, "No."
"But y-you're Peter!"
"Am I?" he questioned innocently.
"Oh my god, what the hell happened to you??" She burst out, covering her eyes with her hands. She started a sob, which for some reason unexplainable, made Peter sad.
"He must have amnesia, MJ," the man finally spoke.
"Amnesia?" The red-head, MJ, looked up. She looked at Peter's forehead which was covered up by a large white bandage. She gasped, "Oh my god, Harry, I think you're right! But-- why? How could this have happened to him?"
I'm still here, you know, incase you've forgotten, Peter thought, as MJ and the man, Harry, started their conversation, as if he wasn't there anymore. Peter sighed, Well, I guess I've forgotten a lot of things, too, so I can't really blame...whoever these people are.. Peter rolled onto his side, away from the two, and closed his blue eyes..
"Well, obviously, it's because of the big bump on his head," Harry scoffed.
"Well, I know that, but how did he get hit in the head?" MJ replied thoughtfully.
Well, maybe when he got caught in that explosion, he got his head rammed into something," guessed Harry.
"Maybe, but I guess only Pete would know, if it wasn't for the fact that he has amnesia..!" MJ said exasperatedly, louder than she wanted, "But I swear if anyone hurt him, I'll-- well, they'll wish they never laid eyes on him!"
"Calm down, MJ, I know you're pissed, I am too! But we really should be quiet, because we're in the hospital and it's, like, 11:00 at night! The nurses will kick us out if we're too loud!" Harry pleaded.
MJ looked into Harry's eyes for a moment, and sighed, looking away. "I-I'm sorry. It's just that, well, I find it hard to believe that this is happening! I mean, of all people, Peter deserves this the least!"
"Speaking of Peter," Harry started, "He's been quiet for a bit." They both glanced back at Peter, only to see him rolled on his side, sleeping peacefully once more.
MJ couldn't help but let out a small quiet laugh at that. But then, she frowned sadly. "Poor Peter," she whispered.
The next day...
Peter woke up to the blazing sun in his eyes, making him draw back in discomfort. He moaned shielding his eyes, only to receive a flash of pain from the wrist of that hand, which was
covered by a thick white cast. Peter glanced at it; now where did that come from?
Peter was disturbed by the sound of the hospital room's door creaking open. He rolled onto his other side, careful not to injure himself further, and glanced at the people at the door.
The red-head, Mary Jane, was back, with a sad smile on her face. There also, was a nurse with long black hair pulled in a pony-tail. The nurse entered first, "Well, it's good to see you're awake now, Mr. Parker."
"'Parker'?"
The nurse nodded at Peter, "That's you. And, I'm guessing Miss Watson right about you having amnesia as well,"
Peter blinked in confusion. "Who?"
The Nurse tilted her head towards Mary Jane in small amusement at Peter's cluelessness, as the red-head also stepped in. For some reason, Peter felt his mouth go dry when he saw her in just the right lighting. She's beautiful! he thought in amazement. He smiled a little at her, out of pure innocence and wonder.
Mary Jane stepped up to Peter, her sad smile fading a bit into a genuine one, but feeling a little uncomfortable under Peter's I'm-not-sure-who-you-are-but-whoa! stare. She laughed nervously, and touched Peter's good hand, which was hooked up to an IV. "How you feeling, Tiger-- Um, I mean, Peter?" She corrected herself quickly, remembering that he probably wouldn't remember his nickname she had given him.
Peter snapped out of his trance, and tilted his head a bit. "Um, fine, I guess. Sure, why not?"
The nurse chuckled in amusement at him, as she checked the statuses on the machines that Peter was equipped to. She smiled at the reading, and turned off most of the machines. She turned to Mary Jane and proclaimed, "Look's like Mr. Parker's going to be fine. Just give his wrist, burns, and concussion time to heal, and he should be as good as new in about three weeks. But, he'll be able to get out of here as soon as his burns are healed, which will be in about a week."
"What about Peter's memory? When will that come back?" Mary Jane questioned hopefully.
At that, the nurse's smile faded. "I have no idea, Miss Watson," she sighed, "That will probably take more time to come back than for all of his other injuries to heal. I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do about that."
Mary Jane looked down at the ground, then back at Peter. "Sorry, Peter,"
Well, looks like I'm stuck not knowing who this beautiful stranger is for a while, not to mention who I am, Peter thought sadly, even though the expression on his face when he looked into Mary Jane's emerald green eyes didn't change.
Mary Jane soon broke from Peter's gaze sadly, and said, "I guess I'm going to have to break the news to your Aunt, Peter," she stated, "Oh, she'll be heart broken.."
"Um, one question--"
"Yes, you have an Aunt, Peter. Aunt May."
May rushed into the hospital again for the second time that week. If it wasn't enough to have her nephew stuck in the hospital, it had to be topped off by having Mary Jane calling in saying that he
had amnesia...!
Before the secretary at the desk could ask who she was, May found herself in Peter's hospital room, looking down at her nephew, with Mary Jane close by. He was awake, which was a good thing, but the way he looked into her eyes made her deeply saddened.
"Um, you're Aunt May, right? At least that's what she--" Peter tilted his head towards Mary Jane, since he had forgotten her name again, "--Told me."
May felt tears well up in her eyes. "Oh my god, you don't even know who am I!" she gasped, covering her eyes as she began to cry.
Mary Jane went by the old woman's side to comfort her. Peter looked up at her sadly; why was she crying? Was it some he had done? Peter felt something warm fall down his cheek, which Peter suddenly knew was a tear. Why am I crying? Then again, why is she crying? he asked himself, looking away from May. "I-I'm sorry if I made you sad," he whispered.
May glanced at Peter between sobs. She wasn't sure how to react; even if he couldn't remember her, Peter still seemed to care about her. May sat down on a nearby chair, with Mary Jane tagging along. Mary Jane sat down beside her, and said in a comforting tone, "It's alright, Aunt May, I-I'm sure things will turn out alright. Peter will probably get his memory back sooner than you think,"
That's like saying, 'What the worst that can happen?'. Because, for some reason, they always get worse. So, you can tell that it won't be sooner than you think, because that week later, Peter still didn't
have his memory back...
"So...where do you think Pete should stay, until he gets he memory back at least?" Harry asked curiously, sticking his hands into his jacket's pocket, as he, May and MJ walked into the hospital together, to release
Peter from the hospital. "Should he stay at the apartment building, or at your house, Mrs. Parker?"
"My house," May replied firmly, "Maybe once he's got a good look at the place where he lived most of his life, he'll start to remember tings."
Harry nodded in agreement. "Maybe,"
MJ sighed, flipping her freshly showered red hair back, "Well, at least now he slightly remembers us. He remembers our names, when we come to see him, at least,"
"Well, that's still not good enough," huffed Harry, as they travelled down the hospital corridors, "That's only because we told him our names before. Over and over. Has he always been such a scatter brain?"
Aunt May gave Harry a scolding look, "No! You'd probably have that same reaction if you had amnesia too, Harry!"
Harry breathed out. "Well, you have a point. But I'm just...angry."
MJ nodded. "Well, we'll just have to try our best to make sure Pete gets his memory back. That's all we can do,"
May nodded as she opened the door to Peter's pastel green hospital room. Peter, who was sitting from his bed, now fully dressed with some spare clothes Harry had brought in for him the day before, looked up expectantly at the group he had only 'met' recently.
"So, Pete, you ready to go?" asked Harry.
"Go where?"
"To my house," May answered simply.
"Where's that? Is it anything like this place?"
"It's not that far. And no, it's not like the hospital," MJ replied, walking closer to Peter. When she took a good look at Peter, she was happy to see that his burn marks were gone completely. But, it also pained her to see him with that white bandage still wrapped around his head, with brown hair dangling over top of the long bandage(even thought the concussion had almost fully healed, the doctors didn't want to take a chance), and that his broken wrist was covered with a cast.
"Good," breathed Peter, "This place isn't exactly what I'd call an ideal place to sleep at night,"
MJ chuckled a bit at that, followed by Harry. May just smiled a bit. "What? I'm serious, every time I fall asleep, some beeping goes off, the doctors rush in, it's just a false alarm, and I'm left awake for another hour."
MJ raised an eyebrow at Peter, but shook her head, dismissing it. "Well, anyway, you're ready to go, right?"
Peter shrugged. "Ready as I'll ever be, I guess,"
MJ nodded, and helped Peter stand up. He hadn't walked much at all since the accident, so his legs still felt like jelly whenever he stood up. But soon, they were all walking out of the hospital, once May had signed the release form.
Peter stepped outside the hospital building, a little bit behind May, MJ, and Harry. He felt a gust of wind race up to him, and was immediately thankful that Harry had given him a coat just before they exited the building. But as soon as Peter glanced up at the tall skyscrapers of Queens, New York, he felt a strange welcoming beckoning him, with a familiar feeling creeping up his spine. A small tug pulled at the back of his mind, saying that it was... right. He wasn't sure what it meant, but he knew that it must have been important. Peter closed his eyes, breathing in the slightly polluted air. He coughed a bit, not used to it since the air in the hospital was mostly clean. Peter shook his head, and looked back up at the skyscrapers. An uncontrollable pull made him lift his good arm up towards the buildings, and started to push his middle and ring finger towards his palm..
"Hey, Pete, come on!" Harry called to his amnesiac friend, who started acting strangely as soon as he had stopped walking. Peter snapped out of his trance at his call, imediately bringing his arm down by his side. He shook his head a couple of times, the memory of the tug in the back of his head soon forgotten, as he jogged to catch up with Harry, who was already at his limo, with May and MJ already inside.
Peter's blue eyes widened as he looked inside the limo. It was...huge! It even had a TV in there, and a VCR. There was also a red phone beside the TV, and another one right beside it, which was blue.
Peter sat down on the black leather seat beside May, his eyes still a bit wide with wonder.
Harry noticed his look, and couldn't help but smile. "It's alright, Pete, I just offered to your aunt to ride in my limo to her house, and she agreed, since she doesn't have a car."
Peter glanced at Harry, and nodded. "But...you must be...rich to be able to afford this!"
Harry chuckled a bit, "I guess you can say that. But it's really all from my father, Norman Osborn. Sadly...he's not here," Harry's face fell.
"Why? What happened?" Peter asked, feeling a cold chill run down his spine when he heard the name 'Norman Osborn'.
"He was murdered," Harry replied. Harry shook his head, and smiled at Peter, when he saw his amnesiac friend show a sad look. "Don't feel bad, Pete, you've always been there for me, even then, so now, I'm going to return the favour."
About ten minutes later, Harry's long sugar white limo pulled up to May's house. When Peter saw it, he immediately felt at home. He blinked, not quite knowing why. He stepped out of the limo, followed by May and MJ. Just before Harry
stepped out, his slapped his forehead and groaned, "Ah, crap! I forgot! Since you're going to be living with your aunt for a while, Pete, you'll need your things! I'll go get them, I'll see you guys in a bit." He closed the limo door
behind him, and his limo went off soon after.
"O...k..." Peter blinked. He shook his head, and followed off after May and MJ into the older yellow house.
About 30 minutes later, Harry came back, just as promised, with Peter's things. He had a suitcase full of clothes, a few textbooks from collage(even though it was obvious Peter couldn't go to collage for a while), another suit case full of random things, and to top it off, a box with a lock on it.
"What's in here?" asked Peter, looking down at the box.
Harry shrugged. "I don't know. It was locked, and I couldn't open it, so I brought it for the heck of it."
Peter crouched down, and fingered the box. He glanced at the lock; it looked like it needed a key. Peter went into deep thought; he knew it was somehow important to him...
Before he could go any further examining it, the ringing of a phone made him fall back in surprise. MJ helped his back up, with a reassuring smile on her face directed at Peter. It's alright, Pete, it's just the phone,"
Harry was about to answer it, when May picked it up. "Hello?" she asked.
"Hello, is this Mrs. Parker?"
"Yes, who's this?" May replied.
"This is Peter's boss, Jonah Jameson. I've called to see how Peter was doing, since I heard from the hospital he was just released. I want to know when he can come back to work,"
May frowned, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jameson, but he won't be able to come back to work for a while."
"Why not?"
"He's in no position to do so. He's...currently suffering from amnesia."
"What?" Jameson asked in alarm and surprise, trying to hold back to volume of his voice. He cleared his throat, "I'm sorry to hear that, Mrs. Parker. I wish your nephew well. Good bye."
Jameson hung up the phone, and sat down on his couch on his viturally empty living room. "This is...unbelievable," he breathed. "Now what..?"
but then I crashed, and I burn.
Then I soon learn,
I am empty as the sky... *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~To Be Continued...~
A/N:Eh, chapter's a bit slow. *shrugs* But I got to set things where they'll be, you know, set the mood. ^__^ This will get better, I promise! Action will come sooner then you think! Please review!
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