Co-author's notes: Hey ya'll!! Thanks so much for the reviews! They really
keep us going...Don't worry, the two will meet soon, now that Usagi is in
New York. ^_~ Oh, and, lemme say this again; nothing is as it seems. Take
that all throughout this story! I didn't realize, either, that when I put
up chaps. 6 and 7 that I said she'd taken the plane ride...I wasn't
thinking, I had just _written _ that chapter, so I guess it was still stuck
in my head when I wrote the summary. I'm sorry!!! I wasn't trying to trick
or confuse you, I was just being ditzy. lol. Keep reading, keep enjoying,
and keep REVIEWING!!!
Until next time, ~Sticks~
Chapter Nine "Unspoken Words, Part I"
7:00 PM
New York City, New York (United States of America)
Brown hair blocked Peter's tired eyes for a moment as he frowned and pulled the screen door open. His hair, still wet from a shower, hung low and left a dampness on his fingers as he pulled a few clumped strands out of the way.
I need a haircut or soon I may have a ponytail sticking out the back of my mask, Peter joked as he knocked on the door, forgetting he had a spare key. Several hours had passed since the botched capture of the dubbed "alphabet gang" and the explosion that almost killed Spider-man and the bank tellers, but Peter still got a chill down his spine every time he thought about how close he came to dying.
What would happen if I died?. How would Aunt May handle that and find out that I'm Spider man? he thought as paranoid thoughts of his mother figure stood at his grave weeping.
Every villain would be after her! Who would be there to protect frail Aunt May? A cold sweat appeared on his forehead, which he didn't realize. Peter pulled those thoughts away and tried to cheer himself.
"Well, at least I could get some sleep, he joked to himself as he checked his reflection in the window and realized that he had the key.
"I had the key the entire time.....I feel so stupid," he said to himself as he pulled out before said key and unlocked the green front door. Unbeknownst to Peter, his makeup was running and the numerous marks and bruises he had could be seen.
The tiny home of Aunt May was pleasant and smelled like cinnamon and sugar. Faint smoke and steam emerged every so often along with a gentle hum and cheerful chatter from the kitchen as Peter closed the door. Nervous steps brought him halfway through the living room but were stopped by the sudden appearance of Aunt May.
"Peter, I see you made it on time. Good, go wash your hands dear," she said , pulling close and giving him a kiss that Peter wiped off as a soft inquisitive voice came from the kitchen, which also housed the dining room table.
"May? Is that Peter? How odd that he is on time for once." Aunt Watson, Mary Jane's aunt and close friend to Aunt May, said as a giggle erupted from both her and another familiar person's voice.
MJ is here! You idiot, of course she is here, Aunt May and Miss Watson have been trying to hook us up ever since Gwen .....since... his mind became blocked by the thought of her death, after all this time he was still not over her and her death.
Aunt May didn't let him stand there too long before she started shooing him into the bathroom to wash up. The old lady wore a brown short sleeved dress that went down to her ankles and was complemented with a pair of black pumps. Aunt May closed the door behind Peter and the smile she had was erased by a look of worry. She turned to return to the kitchen and walked off, commenting on the fact that he had marks and bruises over his face.
"Boy is always getting into hurt," she muttered to herself.
Peter checked the door to see if it was locked and then sat down on the seat-covered toilet. Looking up at the mirror, Peter almost let out a pitiful cry; all the make up was smeared and streaked. He shot up off the toilet, looked around the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and then wiped off the rest of the make up.
I wonder how long its been like that..? Why didn't Aunt May say anything? he thought with a startled look in the mirror. He saw the lipstick impression of Aunt May's lips on his cheek and he slapped his sweaty forehead.
Oh no, I wiped my face off when Aunt May kissed me. I'm doomed by the old Parker luck once again, he thought as he built up the courage to go out. What was Miss Watson and MJ going to say when he walked in there with all those scars?
Damn Harry, I could have got the non smearing kind if you had called back in time, Peter thought as he sat back down on the toilet seat. Paranoia hit him hard as he cupped his chin in his right hand.
"what am I going to do?! What am I going to say?!" he said aloud as a idea came to mind. He began to calm slightly as a smile appeared on his face and he rubbed a smug of makeup off his right cheek.
The trio of women sat waiting for Peter, all eager to see what May's remarks were about. Aunt Watson sat across from May and was trying to figure out the cryptic thoughts of her best friend.
"Why do you have that look on your face Anna Watson? I do say, I never give looks like that, young lady!" the old aunt joked as both laughed. The two had met right after Mary Jane and her family had moved in beside them, and had become fast friends. It was Miss Watson and Peter that had helped her through Ben's death, but Anna's friendship had pulled the friend through the dark times. Anna smiled and laughed.
"I'm trying to figure out why your boy has been in the bathroom for ten minutes. Some of us would like to...." she got out before a look of confusion painted across her face.
"Peter Parker?! Why is your face all beat up?" she asked as Peter entered the room and took a seat opposite the lovely Mary Jane who gave him a grin that made him melt in his shoes.
"Yeah, Tiger...why is your face all beat up?" MJ asked with a glint in her eye that made him nervous. Peter shrugged off the look and smiled at Miss Watson.
"Oh, its okay Miss Watson. I was taking pics of that bank robbery today, you know the one that blew up today? When it blew up we had to duck. A police officer helped me, but I got all scratched up. I put on some make up to hide the marks, but I guess it didn't help." Peter used a little white lie to cover his tracks but it seemed that MJ wasn't buying it and she rolled her eyes. The already nervous Peter almost jumped up and ran out of the room, that eye rolling made him paranoid again.
Nah...she doesn't, couldn't figure that out,.....never.....yeah right. Does she? he thought to himself as Aunt May and Anna shook their heads and noted that they indeed had watched it on the news.
"Well, you know they say Spider-man was behind it. To cover up his tracks, they say," Miss Watson said as Peter took a look at Aunt May.
"That horrible Spider-man... I should whack him with my umbrella next time I see him...They say he is always here in Forest Hills, so maybe he lives here? " she said as Peter put his head down for a second and told himself that May's heart problems couldn't take him telling her the truth.
Mary Jane coughed and got the tables attention, smiling and blushing at Peter she winked and made him nose dive in paranoia.
" Well, we should eat. I bet everyone is starving", Mary Jane said at the perfect time and the others agreed. Peter began to dish himself up some food and tried so hard not to drop the dish, his hands were shaking.
She makes me so nervous....I cant stop the shaking, he thought as they all dug into the beautiful dinner that May had made for them all.
Until next time, ~Sticks~
Chapter Nine "Unspoken Words, Part I"
7:00 PM
New York City, New York (United States of America)
Brown hair blocked Peter's tired eyes for a moment as he frowned and pulled the screen door open. His hair, still wet from a shower, hung low and left a dampness on his fingers as he pulled a few clumped strands out of the way.
I need a haircut or soon I may have a ponytail sticking out the back of my mask, Peter joked as he knocked on the door, forgetting he had a spare key. Several hours had passed since the botched capture of the dubbed "alphabet gang" and the explosion that almost killed Spider-man and the bank tellers, but Peter still got a chill down his spine every time he thought about how close he came to dying.
What would happen if I died?. How would Aunt May handle that and find out that I'm Spider man? he thought as paranoid thoughts of his mother figure stood at his grave weeping.
Every villain would be after her! Who would be there to protect frail Aunt May? A cold sweat appeared on his forehead, which he didn't realize. Peter pulled those thoughts away and tried to cheer himself.
"Well, at least I could get some sleep, he joked to himself as he checked his reflection in the window and realized that he had the key.
"I had the key the entire time.....I feel so stupid," he said to himself as he pulled out before said key and unlocked the green front door. Unbeknownst to Peter, his makeup was running and the numerous marks and bruises he had could be seen.
The tiny home of Aunt May was pleasant and smelled like cinnamon and sugar. Faint smoke and steam emerged every so often along with a gentle hum and cheerful chatter from the kitchen as Peter closed the door. Nervous steps brought him halfway through the living room but were stopped by the sudden appearance of Aunt May.
"Peter, I see you made it on time. Good, go wash your hands dear," she said , pulling close and giving him a kiss that Peter wiped off as a soft inquisitive voice came from the kitchen, which also housed the dining room table.
"May? Is that Peter? How odd that he is on time for once." Aunt Watson, Mary Jane's aunt and close friend to Aunt May, said as a giggle erupted from both her and another familiar person's voice.
MJ is here! You idiot, of course she is here, Aunt May and Miss Watson have been trying to hook us up ever since Gwen .....since... his mind became blocked by the thought of her death, after all this time he was still not over her and her death.
Aunt May didn't let him stand there too long before she started shooing him into the bathroom to wash up. The old lady wore a brown short sleeved dress that went down to her ankles and was complemented with a pair of black pumps. Aunt May closed the door behind Peter and the smile she had was erased by a look of worry. She turned to return to the kitchen and walked off, commenting on the fact that he had marks and bruises over his face.
"Boy is always getting into hurt," she muttered to herself.
Peter checked the door to see if it was locked and then sat down on the seat-covered toilet. Looking up at the mirror, Peter almost let out a pitiful cry; all the make up was smeared and streaked. He shot up off the toilet, looked around the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and then wiped off the rest of the make up.
I wonder how long its been like that..? Why didn't Aunt May say anything? he thought with a startled look in the mirror. He saw the lipstick impression of Aunt May's lips on his cheek and he slapped his sweaty forehead.
Oh no, I wiped my face off when Aunt May kissed me. I'm doomed by the old Parker luck once again, he thought as he built up the courage to go out. What was Miss Watson and MJ going to say when he walked in there with all those scars?
Damn Harry, I could have got the non smearing kind if you had called back in time, Peter thought as he sat back down on the toilet seat. Paranoia hit him hard as he cupped his chin in his right hand.
"what am I going to do?! What am I going to say?!" he said aloud as a idea came to mind. He began to calm slightly as a smile appeared on his face and he rubbed a smug of makeup off his right cheek.
The trio of women sat waiting for Peter, all eager to see what May's remarks were about. Aunt Watson sat across from May and was trying to figure out the cryptic thoughts of her best friend.
"Why do you have that look on your face Anna Watson? I do say, I never give looks like that, young lady!" the old aunt joked as both laughed. The two had met right after Mary Jane and her family had moved in beside them, and had become fast friends. It was Miss Watson and Peter that had helped her through Ben's death, but Anna's friendship had pulled the friend through the dark times. Anna smiled and laughed.
"I'm trying to figure out why your boy has been in the bathroom for ten minutes. Some of us would like to...." she got out before a look of confusion painted across her face.
"Peter Parker?! Why is your face all beat up?" she asked as Peter entered the room and took a seat opposite the lovely Mary Jane who gave him a grin that made him melt in his shoes.
"Yeah, Tiger...why is your face all beat up?" MJ asked with a glint in her eye that made him nervous. Peter shrugged off the look and smiled at Miss Watson.
"Oh, its okay Miss Watson. I was taking pics of that bank robbery today, you know the one that blew up today? When it blew up we had to duck. A police officer helped me, but I got all scratched up. I put on some make up to hide the marks, but I guess it didn't help." Peter used a little white lie to cover his tracks but it seemed that MJ wasn't buying it and she rolled her eyes. The already nervous Peter almost jumped up and ran out of the room, that eye rolling made him paranoid again.
Nah...she doesn't, couldn't figure that out,.....never.....yeah right. Does she? he thought to himself as Aunt May and Anna shook their heads and noted that they indeed had watched it on the news.
"Well, you know they say Spider-man was behind it. To cover up his tracks, they say," Miss Watson said as Peter took a look at Aunt May.
"That horrible Spider-man... I should whack him with my umbrella next time I see him...They say he is always here in Forest Hills, so maybe he lives here? " she said as Peter put his head down for a second and told himself that May's heart problems couldn't take him telling her the truth.
Mary Jane coughed and got the tables attention, smiling and blushing at Peter she winked and made him nose dive in paranoia.
" Well, we should eat. I bet everyone is starving", Mary Jane said at the perfect time and the others agreed. Peter began to dish himself up some food and tried so hard not to drop the dish, his hands were shaking.
She makes me so nervous....I cant stop the shaking, he thought as they all dug into the beautiful dinner that May had made for them all.
