Author's Note: Sorry it has taken me so long to write the next chapter. I've gotten five hours of sleep for four consecutive nights (all thanks to homework) so needless to say, I haven't found the time nor energy to continue. Thanks for the reviews. Yes, my VCR worked and I got to watch part two of Phoinex as well as the Smallville episode with the 'Freak' killer. Also, the Chiefs beat the Packers 40 to 34 in overtime, making them 6 and 0. Best start ever in Chiefs' history. And without further delay, he is the next chapter.

"You know what's funny? I mean, not the kind of 'Haha' funny, but more of the ironic funny. My Uncle just died a few weeks ago right? So naturally I've been taking it pretty hard. I've found that one way I can relax. is to websling across the New York skyline. Sure I get some strange looks but it's pretty soothing. It keeps me from going crazy." The young man paused a moment. He looked down at the people entering the Talon, unaware of the red and blue figure that loomed above them.

"Anyway, Aunt May thinks I need some time away from home to sort this all out, to come to terms with my uncle's death. So she sends me to her old friends the Kents in Smallville. They're really nice and have been a big help, but that's not what's funny. I've been looking to get some time to myself, you know? To think. So I decided I'd kill two birds with one stone. I'd go webslinging and get those shots Chloe wanted."

He paused and looked over at his camera which was webbed to the wall of a store across from the Talon. He had set it on an automatic timer so it took shots of the wall crawler without anyone knowing he was taking pictures of himself.

"So I'm doing pretty good at getting the shots for Chloe, but you see, this is the funny thing. I finally get some time alone, finally have time to go webslinging, and when I get on the roof of the Talon, I noticed something rather ironic. There isn't anywhere to websling. Nowhere. There are two, count them, two buildings that are five stories high and that's it. If I tried to websling my butt would be skidding across the street. So not only can I not websling, but now I'm spending my free time talking to a bird."

The red ski mask turned to the right and stared and a grayish black bird sitting on the edge of the roof and staring back at him.

"Yeah, life is great. Just great."

The vigilante's gaze now turned to the street as he watched people enter and exit the Talon. It looked like a busy night judging from the number of people going in. He didn't know how long he'd been sitting there, seconds, minutes, hours. But his trance was suddenly broken when he noticed a small girl running out of the coffee shop laughing with her mom frantically chasing after her.

"Susan! Watch where you're going! Get back here!" Cried the mother.

This only caused Susan to giggle more and run even farther away, right infront of an oncoming car.

"Susan!"

Peter's reactions were that of lightning speed. It all seemed to go in slow motion. The mother futilely ran towards her daughter, dropping her drink and purse. Susan turned towards the direction of the blaring horn and blazing lights. The car's tires came to an abrupt stop as they skidded across the pavement. Susan dropped her lollipop and teddy she was holding and stood completely petrified like a deer in front of headlights. Tears erupted from the mother's eyes as the inevitable hit her like a ton of bricks yet it only caused her to run faster. The car continued to slide as the driver desperately tried to stop. Susan remained motionless and the mother watched in complete surprise and amazement as a streak of red and blue rushed down and picked up her daughter a fraction of a second before the car reached the spot where Susan was standing.

Peter held the girl tightly in his arms as he remained clinging to the wall. The child was in shock. Waiting a few seconds longer, Peter then let go of his grip on the wall and brought Susan to her mom, who was quite speechless at what just happened. The girl ran to her mother and clung to her legs. The mom was in tears and couldn't keep her gaze off of Peter.

"T-thank you. I- how-what-thank you."

Peter let an uneasy smile form under his mask. He had gathered quite a crowd, a crowd which was now closing in around him. They were all puzzled as to who he was and how he could what he just did. He tried to back away but he they surrounded him on all sides. His gaze returned to the girl and her mom.

"Susan! Don't you ever do that again! I could've lost you. I don't know what I would've done with out you. You're all I have left."

The two continued to cry and Peter's eyes began to water also. For his mind was now swamped with the memories of his Uncle Ben and the knowledge of not only his death, but the death of his parents. He needed to get away, to break free of this crowd. He need somewhere to think. To sort things out. He leapt straight up and the back flipped onto the wall where his camera was. He retrieved it and then leapt off into the night.

Short, I know, but I'm sleep deprived. So I think I'll go to sleep right no.....zzzzzzzzzzzz