Part Three

Peter Parker walked down the street with a playful glee as he journeyed home. All along the way he couldn't get Mary Jane Watson out of his head and wondered what she had seen him. The feel of her lips was still fresh on him and was a very unique experience for him. The last time Peter had even kissed a girl was in the sixth grade.

She seemed vulnerable in a way, Peter had heard rumors that she was a party girl, but there was something to her, something under the surface that was attractive.

"Not again." Peter commented as the familiar tingling sensation began to run around the back of his skull. "What is this?" He asked himself and scratched his neck looking for an answer.

Suddenly, Peter's legs decided to go into action and sprang him into the air. "No!" He screamed nervously before landing gracefully on his own two feet. It was then that Peter realized that a black car had nearly hit him, escaping certain death because of his amazing leap. The car came to screeching halt and several heads popped out of the window.

Flash Thompson looked at Peter in shock and cursed angrily. One of his friends was upset and criticized his leader, "What the hell are you trying to do, kill him?"

"Shut up!" Flash angrily declared and put the car into reverse, "I'll get this little freak." The car began to back up towards Parker at an alarming speed.

The tingling sensation started up again just like it had before. Peter jumped up several feet and landed on the trunk of the car before leaping off and landing directly ahead of it without a single scratch on him.

Peter gazed at himself in shock and then back towards Flash sitting in the driver's seat of the black car.

One of Flash's buddies sat there with his mouth hanging open. "Wow."

"Damn it." Flash said behind clenched teeth, "This guy can't keep getting lucky." He put the car into drive and careened towards Peter at full speed.

Once again the tingling drove his muscles into action. He leaped high enough just to clear the top of the car but not before he tore the roof of the car off with his bare hands.

Peter landed again breathing hard and stunned at what he had just done. He gazed at the ruined car roof in his hands and dropped it on the floor.

Flash stopped the car unable to even curse this time. He gazed at where the roof had been mere moments ago and then back towards Parker, "How in the hell?"

"Let's go." One of his friend's begged, obviously terrified at the young man now staring at them several feet away from the car.

"No." Flash responded forcefully, "We're not running from this little punk. One more time!" He turned the car around until he was facing Peter head on, "I'll get you this time." He revved the engine and began to stare down his foe.

Peter was about to instinctively run when he realized something. He was not afraid.

Flash put the car into acceleration and closed in on Peter faster than ever before. This time Peter didn't leap out of the way, he let the car close in and just before it hit him raised his fist.

The car went into a wild spin with pieces of it spraying out in every direction. The wheels came apart and flew off the car crashing harmlessly into a nearby tree. When the car finally came to a stop, Flash managed to open his eyes and gaze at the result of his final pass. The entire front of his car was devastated and in pieces. He turned a careful eye towards his friends and saw they were only dazed. He exhaled a deep breath and smirked, "I had to have gotten him with that one."

"Wrong." Peter Parker, unscathed, suddenly pulled Flash out from the ruined car.

Flash's eyes widened in shock, "How? We hit you!" He turned a glance towards the twisted car and then back to Peter, "I know I did."
Peter shook his head, "No, I hit you." He threw Flash across the street and into a garbage can before advancing on him more than was humanly possible. "Stay away from me Flash. I'm not afraid of you anymore, and if anyone learns about this, I'll make sure the cops find out that you tried to kill me." He picked the jock up by his collar and gazed into his eyes forcefully, "Got it?"

"Y-yes." Flash responded defeat, "I got it."

"Good." Peter gazed at the ruined car. "I guess you won't be getting that jeep by graduation, after all." He turned away from Flash and casually continued on his way home.

Peter gazed at his bloody hand, as he stood alone in the bathroom inside his small home. "Ouch." He exclaimed painfully looking at the numerous wounds across the palm. Hitting that car with his bare hands had hurt him more than he realized. Still, the very fact that he was able to survive a head-on collision with Flash's car was amazing.

"Are you alright?" Asked a concerned Aunt May outside of the bathroom door, "You didn't look well coming in. Are you sick again?"

"No." Peter responded as he poured water over the gashes, "I'll be just fine."

May sighed nervously, "Okay, then. Dinner will be ready in an hour."

Peter gazed at the wounds again and then with a reluctant tone politely refused.

"This is the second night in a row, are you sure you're alright?" His old aunt inquired obviously worried at her nephew's strange behavior over the last few days.

Peter nodded, "Of course." He winced at the pain emanating from his hand, "I'm sure I'll feel better in the morning, I think I just need to rest."

"I hope you get better." Aunt May replied, "Oh, and how was the date."

Peter raised an eye, "I don't know if I'd call it a date, exactly." He took several rolls of paper and began to place them against the open wounds.

May laughed and persisted, "Well how was it?"

Peter took a deep breath, contemplating everything that happened and realized that big changes were coming his way, "The best day of my life."