Hey guys! Sorry the chapters were short. I will try to make them longer. My last fanfics ppl just shot me down on my stories but it was constructive criticism. Well I might take a while for the next chapter I have a lot to do this week. Well I hope you enjoy. **************************************************************************** ****************

"What am I going to do now," Peter thought, "I can't get her into more danger I need to leave."

"Oh great! I cant find it," MJ said out loud so Spider-Man could hear her, "this my take a few minutes. Sorry." She had a feeling that she was talking to herself. She looked out into the living room from her bedroom and saw that he was gone. "He must of gone out the window," she was talking to herself again.

Peter web swinged to his apartment that he knew was empty cause Harry was on a business trip tying up lose ends of his father's company. On the way there he was a bit paranoid about the gizmos that caused him so much trouble earlier. He felt weak the whole time and dizzy. Peter was glad his apartment wasn't to far away.

He finally got to his balcony and landed. "I'm glad I'm home," he thought. His knees wabbled and next thing he knew he smacked down on the wet pavement while the rain dropped down on him. "OW!" He said loud but not loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

Peter braced himself on the railing and got up. He opened the balcony door and went to his bathroom. He changed into comfortable clothes and began to bandage himself up. "I hope I didn't break a rib," he thought, "I'll heal fast. I wonder what those things were. Whose ever they were they have some pretty nasty toys."

Mary Jane looked at the clock. It was almost two. She couldn't fall asleep. She was too worried about Peter. "I should go over to his place," she said to herself, "and see if he is ok."

She got dressed and got a cab right away not even thinking of what to say to him. The rain had let up a little while a go and it was damp outside. She made her way up to his apartment a knocked on the door. Peter got up from his bed. He had just finished cleaning himself up and went to bed. He looked through the peep whole and saw Mary Jane's worried face. He was relieved a bit to just she her but also disappointed. He didn't want her to see what bad condition he was in.

Peter took a deep breath and opened the door. "Hey MJ what's wrong." She didn't want to make an excuse she just said what she wanted to say. "Peter are you ok?" She asked looking him straight in the eye.

"I'm fine. What about you?"

"I'm ok. Can I come inside I need to talk to you."

"Sure."

She sat down in a chair and he started to sit on the couch and squinted a from a pain in his side.

"All right Peter now I need you to stop lying to me," she said in an angry tone.

"What do you mean?" He was trying to play dumb.

"Your hurt."

"I'm fine!"

"No your not Peter! Forget it I'm going home. You can talk to me when you stop lying to me. You should go see a doctor cause one of your ribs might be broken," she said all of this while she left the apartment.

Peter was in too much pain to go chase after her. He knew now what he needed to do.