Part Five

Peter silently watched the sun come over the tops of the skyscrapers and bask the city in glorious light. The mask-piece on his suit had retracted exposing his head to the world around him. He was sitting on a ledge overlooking the street.

It had only been a few hours ago when he realized the destruction he had caused. The city was in flames from the helicopter battle. Nobody had died. "I got lucky there." He whispered nervously. "What's happening to me?"

Peter looked down into his hands, covered by the black exterior of his costume. He had become so full of rage, so emotional that he had lost control of himself.

"Jesus Christ." He murmured realized what he had done to Mary Jane's father. The sun's light reached him covering him in an orange light. He slowly stood up.

Despite, Peter's remorse there was a larger problem behind. "Tarzan back there looked like he was aiming to show up again, real soon." He paced across the ledge, thinking, "He's definitely pumped up somehow. Nobody ever got a shot off me like that, besides the Goblin, enhanced reflexes probably."

Peter could hear police sirens in the street below. They were looking for him. Clenching his fist, a web-line was established, "What am I doing?" He pushed off the ledge and began aimlessly wandering around the city.

Kraven grimaced at his remaining supply of elixirs. "I have enough for another night's worth." He ran his hand along the vials and then closed the case.

He was standing in his lair, an old and abandoned zoo that the city had closed down and had never gotten around to repairing.

"Spider-Man proved to be a more capable opponent than I originally thought." Kraven grabbed his crossbow and quickly re-supplied it with fresh arrows. "He must not be human."

Kraven was standing in the bar-less lion's cage looking at several crates full of the equipment he had brought for this hunt. His inventory consisted of a back-up crossbow, two more shotguns, three additional assault rifles, flash grenades, land mines and an assortment of knives and steel stakes for close combat. All of that paled in comparison to his most imposing weapon.

Kraven grabbed the largest crate and left the cage. He made his way to a nearby ticket booth and put the crate down. He then pulled out his weapon, already loaded.

Over his shoulder, Kraven readied a portable rocket launcher and took aim. "Soon, the Kravinoff family will have their revenge." The missile roared out of the launcher and struck the booth, causing a massive explosion and sending shards in all directions. The hunter smirked, "Tonight."

"Hey baby." Mrs. Watson said to her daughter as she walked to the hospital waiting room. "Your father's fine, he just got a bit of a bloody nose." Police were moving about filing out reports and getting information.

MJ sighed in relief and hugged her mother tightly, "I was so afraid that I had lost you."

"Its alright, now." Her mother said in an assuring manner, "Everything will be fine, you'll see."

"What happened, mom?" MJ asked anxiously, "Why did any of this happen?"

Her mother took a deep breath, "The police said it was Spider-Man." She remarked, "He wanted to kill your father, he said it was because…of you."

"Me?" MJ said dumbfounded, "What did he say about me?"

"Well, you know when your father gets a little rough and mean?" Her mother asked awkwardly, "Spider-Man said that he was doing it because of that."

MJ took a step back, "I don't understand."

Her mother looked at her suspiciously, "Do you know Spider-Man?"

"No!" She stated vehemently. "I've never once met him in my entire life!"

"Don't lie to me." Her mother said, "How do you know him. Is he a boyfriend or a-a lover?"

MJ stomped her foot down, "Mother, I'm telling you the truth, I don't know Spider-Man."

"Its your fault that your father is in the hospital." Her mother stated accusingly, "Now just tell me the truth."

"I am." MJ replied, "I am telling the truth. I don't know Spider-Man."

Her mother grimaced, "So why did he attack your father. How did he know who you were or about the problems we've been having?" She raised her finger and pointed it straight into Mary Jane's face; "You had better answer me!"

MJ's eyes began to fill up with tears, "I came here to make sure you were both safe." She wiped a tear that streamed down her cheek away, "Despite all of the insults and attacks, I still love you both." She took a step away from her mother, "I'm going to stay with a friend for a while, and I don't want to see you anymore. Tell dad I said hi."

Gwen Stacy opened the door to her home in response to constant knocking on her door. She was dressed in a simple t-shirt and shorts, "Hello?" She asked wearily. It was a Saturday morning and she had been asleep until a few moments ago.

"Hi, its me." MJ said sheepishly standing by the front door of the Stacy home.

"Mary Jane?" Gwen rubbed her eyes in order to focus her vision, "What are you doing here?"

The redhead sighed long and hard. She looked as if she wanted to turn away and forget that this meeting had ever happened. "I've got nowhere else to turn."

Peter sat quietly on the roof of a building. Tears were streaming down his face as the sun quietly began to set in the distance. Night would be coming soon. "I am alone." He whispered coldly, "What else is new?"

A cold breeze settled in and the suit formed the mask over his face to keep him insulated. Peter had felt this desperate sort of loneliness before. It had driven him to seek out Mary Jane but that hadn't turned out well.

"Control yourself." He murmured frustrated. Peter clasped his hand against his temple. "There must be a reason why I'm acting like this. Its like every emotion I feel is a hundred times stronger."

He clenched his teeth becoming frustrated with the problem. "Calm down!" Peter sighed deeply, "I need to find a way to stop thinking about the problem or I am just going to get worse!" Peter gazed at New York's majestic skyline and then spotted just the diversion he was looking for. "About time."