Ch 11
A/N- Thanks for the reviews, guys! Also, thanks pokey, It was Ben. Writing at 11 PM definately screws up my memory...
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After being cleared by the police, Ben and Peter ducked under the yellow tape and entered the hospital building. Most of it was still normal, people bustling in and out, patients waiting for their appointments. The eleventh floor was where the breakout had been, and how someone managed to break out of an eleven story guarded hospital room was beyond them. They steadily climbed the stairs with an escort of two cops who insisted on coming with them, for no apparent reason, maybe to make sure they didn't mess around in the bombsite in the OR.
"Well, here it is, fella's" One of the cops said, showing them to a room at the end of the hall.
"Do you have any security cameras?" Ben asked, taking out his notepad. "Yes, we do. But they were damaged, we haven't seen much of anything except for the guy getting operated on, and then something hitting it. Apparently the doctors were using some kind of machinery in there that must've gone haywire, and no one told us."
"Hm, seem's awfully lucky that the camera's just happen to break hours before the patient himself high tails it out of there," Peter muttered. Ben heard this and laughed.
"Right, let's take a look inside," Ben stepped forward and pushed open the ajar door. It was quite a picture, Peter thought, as he snapped photos of the scene. The operating table was pushed over and the cords from the heart monitor were pulled out and scattered on the floor. The hanging lights from the ceiling had snapped and there were shards of glass all over the floor. They stepped further into the room and Ben surveyed it carefully, jotting a few things down in his notebook.
"Well this'll be a hell of a story, Pete." Ben said, chuckling.
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Mary Jane walked out of the cafe and sat down on the steps. She felt awful. She had a headache and the thought of Peter with Gwen was irritating. Mostly because she'd finally found a guy she really loved, and she couldn't have him because of one blonde cafe girl. MJ knew she should be happy, but It was too hard when she loved Peter so much, and after just realizing it it was even harder. If only she'd told him, she thought.
"Mary Jane?"
She lifted her head up and saw Harry Osborn leaning out of his sleek black limousine. What was he doing around here?
"Oh, Hi Harry." She said somberly.
Harry seemed to notice her sullen attitude and wondered for an instant if she'd gotten in a fight with someone.
"MJ... d'you want me to come with you to get something for tonight?" He said. Oh, that, she thought. She'd completely forgotten. Harry had called last night asking if she'd come to some party for his father's company. It was tonight, and she didn't have anything to wear.
"Oh, well umm.." She thought for a moment. She was perfectly capable of getting something herself, but she didn't want to dwell on Peter for too long.
"Alright Harry."
"Well come on, get in!" He said cheerfully, opening the door for her. "Jared? Can you get to Macy's?" Harry asked. The traffic was horrid, it would take at least 30 minutes.
"I'll do what I can, Mr. Osborn."
Mary Jane smiled. It was good having Harry around, he didn't remind her of Peter in the least.
"Oh, Harry, but I need to be back at 1 for..." She paused. Saying she was going to work would sound so typical of her, and Harry would probably dissaprove. "...an audition." She finished.
"Oh, great, that's fine, MJ." He said. She wondered if Harry expected them to get together, or something. She hoped not.
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Peter was recapping his camera lense and asked Ben if he could get out next to the cafe he worked at. He still had an hour before he had to be there, but with him, you never knew. He turned the corner just in time to see MJ getting into some limousine. Someone was helping her in, a guy. He saw the familiar license plate and realized it was Harry's car.
"Dammit!" He threw his hands up in the air in frustration. He knew that Harry would get to her. But then, why was he acting so concerned? It's not like he wasn't doing the same thing, even though him and Gwen were only friends at the very most.
Suddenly his spider-sense went off and he sighed. He never got a break these days, did he? He trudged over to the nearest alleyway and changed into Spider-Man, swinging after the danger. He landed on a rooftop near the trouble and peered over, surveying the situation. He knew better than to just barrel in there with no idea of how to stop this. He frowned as he looked at the scene - It seemed that a bank was being robbed, the glass was broken and the alarm was blasting, but the weird thing was that the cops were fleeing.
"So much for New York's finest," He muttered, and jumped off the building, landing on the pavement. People were running all around him, screaming. He raised an eyebrow and almost chuckled for the fact that there wasn't anything he could see in sight. He approached the broken window and leapt in.
"It's up to you Spidey!" One of the cops said. He felt a little heartened. It seemed like Jameson hadn't gotten to everyone just yet.
He squinted, straining to see anything different about this place. He didn't see anyone in here.
"Well. False alarm, I spose-" He was cut short as something that felt like an 800 pound bag of bricks hit him in the side, sending him flying across the room and through the wall, into the store next door. He lay there for a second, taken totally by suprise. His spider-sense was now buzzing constantly, and he knew this wasn't just another crime.
He steadily stood up and regained his composure, crouching on the ground. Then he heard it, a "clank," sound. He hopped forward and peered around the corner, His eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows. Standing - no, suspended there, was a man clad in a green overcoat with a porridge bowl haircut and sunglasses. The most hideous thing about him was that he had four mechanical arms protruding from his back. Peter almost gasped aloud at this, when he noticed that the guy had wheeled around and was staring threatenangly at him.
"Hey there, peaches," Spider-Man said, waving jovially. Two of the mechanical arms stretched forward, reaching for him at topspeed and Peter jumped out of the way just in time, thanks to his spider-sense.
"I don't have time for this," The man said. Two of the arms lifted him up, the others came flying down straight at Spider-Man, who ducked and rolled under them. The man began stalking off, carrying three bags filled with cash in his real limbs. He climbed out the window to be met by a surrounding squad of cops all aiming guns at him. The man simply smiled and shook his head, whipping one of his arms forward, knocking all the guns out of their hands and smashing the side of one police car.
"Put your hands up!" One of the cops yelled, as the others pulled spare pistols out from utility belts. The man responded by linking three of his limbs to the side of a building and to everyone's shock, he began to climb it. Spider-Man leapt out of the window and chased after the man who was now rapidly ascending to the rooftops.
"Okay, now that is so my trick," He said, and the man responded by using the remaining limb to try and wave him off. Spider-Man shot a series of weblines, trying to trap the mechanical arms, but he simply whipped them aside.
"Right, I need a new plan," Peter muttered. To top it all off, the cops started shooting at the man, who again used his arms to deflect the bullets. It seemed like they were made of some impenetrable alloy.
"Spider-Man!" One of the cops yelled. Peter peered over the building to see several potentally fatal wounded officers. He looked back at the man with the cash. Peter shook his head. "Spidey we need help, please help get these men to the hospital, our cars are busted!" The cop said. The man took advantage of the distraction and beat Peter off the side of the building with one of his arms. Spidey fell for a few seconds until he fired another webline, catching himself before he too needed to get to a hospital.
"Sorry... lives are more important than catching thieves," Spider-Man said. A couple of the cops smiled graciously. It seemed like they were finally accepting him.
Peter hoisted two of the guys up and held them on his back. He jumped up and fired a webline, swinging towards the nearest hospital. They were both unconscious, which he supposed was good. A couple of screaming cops on his back would definately not be good for his image.
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"How about this one, Miss Watson?" A store clerk asked, fingering a blue dress. It was knee length and had no sleeves. MJ thought it was pretty, until Harry guided her away from that one, pointing to a more expensive one.
"Harry, please, I don't need the best, just a dress that'll do for tonight." She said.
"I know, MJ. You'd look stunning in anything, anyways," He finished.
Mary Jane finally settled on a simple-looking but stylish white floor length dress with thin white straps. The white fabric curled to the back and connected, where two flowing peices of fabric fell to the floor.
"Wow, MJ, nice choice," Harry said approvingly. She approached the check out counter and pulled out her wallet.
"Oh, no need, Mary Jane, it's on me," Harry said, taking out his credit card. Mary Jane didn't have much money, but she didn't want to seem like some poor little dependent snob.
"No, Harry, I'll pay for it. I should." She said defiantly. Harry laughed, snatched her wallet away, "Hey!" and slid his credit card through the check out machine.
"Harry! You didn't have to, I could've..." She started. It was extremely accomadating for Harry to want to help her out so much. "Thankyou." She finished.
"You're very welcome Mary, do you want me to take you to wherever your audition is?" Harry said as they walked out of the store.
She checked her watch. She would have just enough time if they got there in the next ten minutes.
"Oh yeah. Sure, Harry. It's-" She thought of some audition place near where she worked for a moment, and said, "actually down near the University." She knew of one audition place, but wasn't familiar enough to know of any closer landmarks than the college.
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Peter collapsed on the steps of his would-be dorm. He had chosen not to have a room on campus, partly because it would jeopordize his true identity like no other. He'd like to have a dorm, it would make things less complicated, but no - his life just had to get more complicated every passing minute. He checked his watch, 12:45.
"Still?" He moaned. He'd just gotten back from taking a couple of guys to the ER. The doctors thanked him and promised to spread the news that Spider-Man was a good guy, and Jameson was off his rocker.
"At least I won't have cops trying to kill me from now on," He thought about that for a moment. How long would his peace with the police last? This would just make Jameson even more angry and determined to turn the city against him.
He put his head in his hands and sighed. Life was definately going to get a lot harder when school started up. He couldn't afford to do badly in college, he'd be kicked out. The only reason he was there was on scholarship.
"Peter?"
He was already smiling when he heard the familiar voice behind him. It was Mary Jane.
"MJ! You have no idea how glad I am to see you." He said. They hadn't spoken for a couple of days. Mainly because Peter was always too busy trying to balance Spidey and Parker evenly.
She smiled knowingly. "Really?" She said. She raised one eyebrown and looked at him expectantly. She hadn't forgotten how she'd witnessed Gwen kissing him in the cafe. Obviously he hadn't missed her that much if he was already making new.... friends.
"Yeah." There was nothing that could make him happier at that moment than seeing the beautiful red head standing there, in front of him.
She thought she'd better voice her opinions or she'd explode trying to keep it all secret.
"So, Peter. I see you got a... girlfriend, now. Is that right?" MJ said. She was a good actress. It sounded perfectly innocent with a tinge of curiousity.
"Girlfriend?" He spat out. He laughed and looked at MJ to see if she was serious. She was giving him a "what?" look, and he straightened up. She smiled at him and said, "Yeah, Pete. I heard something about you and a girl." She said.
"Oh really?" He said. Then he remembered - Gwen!
"Oh. That." He said. "Yeah, Pete. That." She said, confirming his guess.
"Oh. Her name's Gwen Stacy, and she's just a friend. I don't like her as anything more than a friend. She's a co-worker at the place I work at right now, the cafe, you know." He explained. MJ, still looking a little suspicious, smiled at him anyways and put a hand on his shoulder. Peter stopped smiling and was caught in the moment - his heart was beating twice as fast and he was sure his hands were sweaty, even in the cold New York weather.
"I gotta go, tiger. I liked seeing you, Peter." Mary Jane stared at him adoringly for a moment. She wasn't sure if her actress skills could even cover up the secret feelings she held in her eyes. She looked deep into Peters ocean blue eyes, and for a moment, thought she saw something identical to what she was feeling - love.
She walked away from Peter. She was late for work, but she didn't care, it was worth it. In that moment, she felt like the most important woman in the world.
"Does Peter love me too?" She asked herself. She would have to find out.
A/N - Okay, I hope this chapter was longer :) hope you like it! Please R/R! PS-Thanks LordLancealot - I accidentally uploaded the wrong chapter... :) sorrry!
A/N- Thanks for the reviews, guys! Also, thanks pokey, It was Ben. Writing at 11 PM definately screws up my memory...
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After being cleared by the police, Ben and Peter ducked under the yellow tape and entered the hospital building. Most of it was still normal, people bustling in and out, patients waiting for their appointments. The eleventh floor was where the breakout had been, and how someone managed to break out of an eleven story guarded hospital room was beyond them. They steadily climbed the stairs with an escort of two cops who insisted on coming with them, for no apparent reason, maybe to make sure they didn't mess around in the bombsite in the OR.
"Well, here it is, fella's" One of the cops said, showing them to a room at the end of the hall.
"Do you have any security cameras?" Ben asked, taking out his notepad. "Yes, we do. But they were damaged, we haven't seen much of anything except for the guy getting operated on, and then something hitting it. Apparently the doctors were using some kind of machinery in there that must've gone haywire, and no one told us."
"Hm, seem's awfully lucky that the camera's just happen to break hours before the patient himself high tails it out of there," Peter muttered. Ben heard this and laughed.
"Right, let's take a look inside," Ben stepped forward and pushed open the ajar door. It was quite a picture, Peter thought, as he snapped photos of the scene. The operating table was pushed over and the cords from the heart monitor were pulled out and scattered on the floor. The hanging lights from the ceiling had snapped and there were shards of glass all over the floor. They stepped further into the room and Ben surveyed it carefully, jotting a few things down in his notebook.
"Well this'll be a hell of a story, Pete." Ben said, chuckling.
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Mary Jane walked out of the cafe and sat down on the steps. She felt awful. She had a headache and the thought of Peter with Gwen was irritating. Mostly because she'd finally found a guy she really loved, and she couldn't have him because of one blonde cafe girl. MJ knew she should be happy, but It was too hard when she loved Peter so much, and after just realizing it it was even harder. If only she'd told him, she thought.
"Mary Jane?"
She lifted her head up and saw Harry Osborn leaning out of his sleek black limousine. What was he doing around here?
"Oh, Hi Harry." She said somberly.
Harry seemed to notice her sullen attitude and wondered for an instant if she'd gotten in a fight with someone.
"MJ... d'you want me to come with you to get something for tonight?" He said. Oh, that, she thought. She'd completely forgotten. Harry had called last night asking if she'd come to some party for his father's company. It was tonight, and she didn't have anything to wear.
"Oh, well umm.." She thought for a moment. She was perfectly capable of getting something herself, but she didn't want to dwell on Peter for too long.
"Alright Harry."
"Well come on, get in!" He said cheerfully, opening the door for her. "Jared? Can you get to Macy's?" Harry asked. The traffic was horrid, it would take at least 30 minutes.
"I'll do what I can, Mr. Osborn."
Mary Jane smiled. It was good having Harry around, he didn't remind her of Peter in the least.
"Oh, Harry, but I need to be back at 1 for..." She paused. Saying she was going to work would sound so typical of her, and Harry would probably dissaprove. "...an audition." She finished.
"Oh, great, that's fine, MJ." He said. She wondered if Harry expected them to get together, or something. She hoped not.
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Peter was recapping his camera lense and asked Ben if he could get out next to the cafe he worked at. He still had an hour before he had to be there, but with him, you never knew. He turned the corner just in time to see MJ getting into some limousine. Someone was helping her in, a guy. He saw the familiar license plate and realized it was Harry's car.
"Dammit!" He threw his hands up in the air in frustration. He knew that Harry would get to her. But then, why was he acting so concerned? It's not like he wasn't doing the same thing, even though him and Gwen were only friends at the very most.
Suddenly his spider-sense went off and he sighed. He never got a break these days, did he? He trudged over to the nearest alleyway and changed into Spider-Man, swinging after the danger. He landed on a rooftop near the trouble and peered over, surveying the situation. He knew better than to just barrel in there with no idea of how to stop this. He frowned as he looked at the scene - It seemed that a bank was being robbed, the glass was broken and the alarm was blasting, but the weird thing was that the cops were fleeing.
"So much for New York's finest," He muttered, and jumped off the building, landing on the pavement. People were running all around him, screaming. He raised an eyebrow and almost chuckled for the fact that there wasn't anything he could see in sight. He approached the broken window and leapt in.
"It's up to you Spidey!" One of the cops said. He felt a little heartened. It seemed like Jameson hadn't gotten to everyone just yet.
He squinted, straining to see anything different about this place. He didn't see anyone in here.
"Well. False alarm, I spose-" He was cut short as something that felt like an 800 pound bag of bricks hit him in the side, sending him flying across the room and through the wall, into the store next door. He lay there for a second, taken totally by suprise. His spider-sense was now buzzing constantly, and he knew this wasn't just another crime.
He steadily stood up and regained his composure, crouching on the ground. Then he heard it, a "clank," sound. He hopped forward and peered around the corner, His eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows. Standing - no, suspended there, was a man clad in a green overcoat with a porridge bowl haircut and sunglasses. The most hideous thing about him was that he had four mechanical arms protruding from his back. Peter almost gasped aloud at this, when he noticed that the guy had wheeled around and was staring threatenangly at him.
"Hey there, peaches," Spider-Man said, waving jovially. Two of the mechanical arms stretched forward, reaching for him at topspeed and Peter jumped out of the way just in time, thanks to his spider-sense.
"I don't have time for this," The man said. Two of the arms lifted him up, the others came flying down straight at Spider-Man, who ducked and rolled under them. The man began stalking off, carrying three bags filled with cash in his real limbs. He climbed out the window to be met by a surrounding squad of cops all aiming guns at him. The man simply smiled and shook his head, whipping one of his arms forward, knocking all the guns out of their hands and smashing the side of one police car.
"Put your hands up!" One of the cops yelled, as the others pulled spare pistols out from utility belts. The man responded by linking three of his limbs to the side of a building and to everyone's shock, he began to climb it. Spider-Man leapt out of the window and chased after the man who was now rapidly ascending to the rooftops.
"Okay, now that is so my trick," He said, and the man responded by using the remaining limb to try and wave him off. Spider-Man shot a series of weblines, trying to trap the mechanical arms, but he simply whipped them aside.
"Right, I need a new plan," Peter muttered. To top it all off, the cops started shooting at the man, who again used his arms to deflect the bullets. It seemed like they were made of some impenetrable alloy.
"Spider-Man!" One of the cops yelled. Peter peered over the building to see several potentally fatal wounded officers. He looked back at the man with the cash. Peter shook his head. "Spidey we need help, please help get these men to the hospital, our cars are busted!" The cop said. The man took advantage of the distraction and beat Peter off the side of the building with one of his arms. Spidey fell for a few seconds until he fired another webline, catching himself before he too needed to get to a hospital.
"Sorry... lives are more important than catching thieves," Spider-Man said. A couple of the cops smiled graciously. It seemed like they were finally accepting him.
Peter hoisted two of the guys up and held them on his back. He jumped up and fired a webline, swinging towards the nearest hospital. They were both unconscious, which he supposed was good. A couple of screaming cops on his back would definately not be good for his image.
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"How about this one, Miss Watson?" A store clerk asked, fingering a blue dress. It was knee length and had no sleeves. MJ thought it was pretty, until Harry guided her away from that one, pointing to a more expensive one.
"Harry, please, I don't need the best, just a dress that'll do for tonight." She said.
"I know, MJ. You'd look stunning in anything, anyways," He finished.
Mary Jane finally settled on a simple-looking but stylish white floor length dress with thin white straps. The white fabric curled to the back and connected, where two flowing peices of fabric fell to the floor.
"Wow, MJ, nice choice," Harry said approvingly. She approached the check out counter and pulled out her wallet.
"Oh, no need, Mary Jane, it's on me," Harry said, taking out his credit card. Mary Jane didn't have much money, but she didn't want to seem like some poor little dependent snob.
"No, Harry, I'll pay for it. I should." She said defiantly. Harry laughed, snatched her wallet away, "Hey!" and slid his credit card through the check out machine.
"Harry! You didn't have to, I could've..." She started. It was extremely accomadating for Harry to want to help her out so much. "Thankyou." She finished.
"You're very welcome Mary, do you want me to take you to wherever your audition is?" Harry said as they walked out of the store.
She checked her watch. She would have just enough time if they got there in the next ten minutes.
"Oh yeah. Sure, Harry. It's-" She thought of some audition place near where she worked for a moment, and said, "actually down near the University." She knew of one audition place, but wasn't familiar enough to know of any closer landmarks than the college.
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Peter collapsed on the steps of his would-be dorm. He had chosen not to have a room on campus, partly because it would jeopordize his true identity like no other. He'd like to have a dorm, it would make things less complicated, but no - his life just had to get more complicated every passing minute. He checked his watch, 12:45.
"Still?" He moaned. He'd just gotten back from taking a couple of guys to the ER. The doctors thanked him and promised to spread the news that Spider-Man was a good guy, and Jameson was off his rocker.
"At least I won't have cops trying to kill me from now on," He thought about that for a moment. How long would his peace with the police last? This would just make Jameson even more angry and determined to turn the city against him.
He put his head in his hands and sighed. Life was definately going to get a lot harder when school started up. He couldn't afford to do badly in college, he'd be kicked out. The only reason he was there was on scholarship.
"Peter?"
He was already smiling when he heard the familiar voice behind him. It was Mary Jane.
"MJ! You have no idea how glad I am to see you." He said. They hadn't spoken for a couple of days. Mainly because Peter was always too busy trying to balance Spidey and Parker evenly.
She smiled knowingly. "Really?" She said. She raised one eyebrown and looked at him expectantly. She hadn't forgotten how she'd witnessed Gwen kissing him in the cafe. Obviously he hadn't missed her that much if he was already making new.... friends.
"Yeah." There was nothing that could make him happier at that moment than seeing the beautiful red head standing there, in front of him.
She thought she'd better voice her opinions or she'd explode trying to keep it all secret.
"So, Peter. I see you got a... girlfriend, now. Is that right?" MJ said. She was a good actress. It sounded perfectly innocent with a tinge of curiousity.
"Girlfriend?" He spat out. He laughed and looked at MJ to see if she was serious. She was giving him a "what?" look, and he straightened up. She smiled at him and said, "Yeah, Pete. I heard something about you and a girl." She said.
"Oh really?" He said. Then he remembered - Gwen!
"Oh. That." He said. "Yeah, Pete. That." She said, confirming his guess.
"Oh. Her name's Gwen Stacy, and she's just a friend. I don't like her as anything more than a friend. She's a co-worker at the place I work at right now, the cafe, you know." He explained. MJ, still looking a little suspicious, smiled at him anyways and put a hand on his shoulder. Peter stopped smiling and was caught in the moment - his heart was beating twice as fast and he was sure his hands were sweaty, even in the cold New York weather.
"I gotta go, tiger. I liked seeing you, Peter." Mary Jane stared at him adoringly for a moment. She wasn't sure if her actress skills could even cover up the secret feelings she held in her eyes. She looked deep into Peters ocean blue eyes, and for a moment, thought she saw something identical to what she was feeling - love.
She walked away from Peter. She was late for work, but she didn't care, it was worth it. In that moment, she felt like the most important woman in the world.
"Does Peter love me too?" She asked herself. She would have to find out.
A/N - Okay, I hope this chapter was longer :) hope you like it! Please R/R! PS-Thanks LordLancealot - I accidentally uploaded the wrong chapter... :) sorrry!