A/N: Sorry for the loooong wait! I was going to try to finish my other fic before doing the rest of this, but that isn't gonna happen because the other one is just going to be too long. So, I'll just divide the time I do the chapters for all of them. :) heehee! Please RR!! Also, if you're wondering about a time-setting place, this takes place about a year after Spider-Man 2.
------Ch4-------
Mary Jane felt alone for the first time in months. She felt just like she had in those few weeks after Peter had told her he did not love her. Alone. She felt awful and selfish, being mad about Peter leaving to save innocent civilians. How could she have all of him, if a part of him would always belong to the city of New York? She sighed and looked around for a cab. There were none. She waited on the curb to see if one would come around, and again thought of where Peter/Spider-Man was. She was always fascinated by the fact that he was so selfless and brave, which was why she felt awful about the jealousy building up inside her.
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Peter's expression switched to concerned as he saw Mary-Jane obviously deep in thought on the side of the road. He wondered what she was thinking about, and was contemplating jumping out at her to ask. He was afraid- afraid of what she would say. He doubted she went to work that day at all. He decided it was now or never, and turned to emerge from the alley just as MJ was climbing into a taxi.
"Mar-" He started, but the door and closed and she did not look back. She must not have heard him.
"Why is my life such a mess all of the sudden?" He pounded his fist on the wall and sighed. "Sometimes I wish I didn't have these stupid spider powers."
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The Black Cat peered from behind a building chimney at Spider-Man. He was crouching in an alley and watching a girl, the same girl she saw him swinging away with the day before. She cocked her head in interest as he reached towards her, but to no avail. She had already climbed into a taxi cab, and driven off. Spider-Man turned around and angrily hit the side of the wall, looking downcast.
"That's my cue," She whispered. She leapt down and dug her clawed gloves into the side of a wall. She stuck there, much like Spider-Man would, except the only thing holding her up was her super-strength, and the ability to balance on two hands.
"Hey Spider," She said from above him. He didn't respond at first, but then slowly turned up and tensed for a moment, seeing her above him.
"Black Cat." He said, simply. "What're you doing here?" He cocked his head in confusion.
"Oh, nothing, just thought you could use someone to talk to."
"Really." He said suspiciously. Wasn't she hanging around a crime scene before? Isnt' she a crook?
"Yeah. You look awful." She said, hoping she could get something about the red-head out of him.
"Oh. Well, rough week." He said. He wasn't in the mood for talking right now. "Why are you really here?" He asked.
She smirked, and replied, "Oh, no reason. Just to let you know that the Chameleon is trying to hold up a jewlery store out on 50th." She said casually.
"Oh. Great. Why'd you come to me?" He asked.
"Isn't that like your job?" She said, laughing.
"I guess... I better get down there." He said, sighing.
"Sure, I'll come with you." She said.
"Oh... alright."
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MJ definately needed to have someone else to confide in other than a journal. It was good for letting her anger out on, but not good with advice or for that matter, responding.
She looked over her entry and frowned at how her thoughts had become more gloomy than ever.
July 26th
I feel neglected and alone. Peter's always running off, and I'm often wondering if it's always the same reasons. What if he's loving me less and less because he's found out how incredibly boring I am? Maybe I should ask him about it. Or call him. But not now. I saw Spider-Man and someone jumping across rooftops on my way home. They went right over our taxi cab, and I knew that Peter would be home late. If he came home at all. Would our engagement even last?
-Mary Jane
She closed the book and placed it back under the air vent in which she kept it. She definately did not want Peter reading that - but if he found it, he probably wouldn't read it anyway because he just wasn't an invasive person.
"Oh no," She said to herself. She immediately picked up the phone - she'd forgotten she was going to talk to Harry later that day. She dialed his number and waited for him to pick up. He picked up after the third ring.
"Harry? It's MJ." She said tentatively.
"Oh... oh yeah, MJ! Um, would you mind coming over? I don't know if it's too late or anything..."
"Yeah, sure Harry, I'll be right over. See ya in a minute," She said, and hung up the phone quickly. She wondered what could possibly be so important that she come over immediately.
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"So who's this Chameleon guy?" Spider-Man asked the Black Cat as he chased after her.
"You don't know?"
"I wouldn't ask if I did," He replied.
"He's just your average joe, if you don't count the fact that he can take the form of anyone he wants. Which makes it difficult to catch him. He's not much of a fighter, though he's got quite a team of gunman who follow him." She said, tossing her clawed rope to the side of a building and swinging on it towards a window.
They peered through the window of the building and saw on the main floor some guys running out with bags over their shoulders.
"Too bad we'll have to crash-" Peter jumped through a broken window, "-the party," He finished, as the thugs turned and gasped at the menacing Spider-Man.
Black Cat wasted no time and leapt on one thug, kicking him on his left side and hurling him towards a wall. She was pretty good, Spider-Man thought. Spidey then joined her and after beating a few guys up, webbed them to the floor.
"Well that's that. Where's Chameleon?" Spider-Man asked, looking around.
"This way," Black Cat said, and she ran out of the door into the streets.
They stood there for a moment, hopeless.
"Well, he'd be long gone by now. At least he didn't get any of the money." Peter said. "Thanks Cat, I wouldn't of found this place without you," Spider-Man said, putting a hand on her shoulder. She causually put an arm on his shoulder and leaned on him.
"Aw, I'll see you around, Spider. I've gotta go," She said.
"Wait - are you, are you usually around when this kind of stuff happens?" Spider-Man said. What he really meant was, 'are you a super-hero or not,' but he didn't want to sound too forward.
"Oh, depends on what I'm feeling like. But, if you want me to, sure, I'll take it up more often." She said, and in the blink of an eye, she was gone.
She's pretty amazing, Spidey thought as he webslinged back to his apartment with MJ, only to arrive to an empty room.
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"Hey, thanks for coming MJ," Harry said, "Please, sit here,"
"Alright, Harry. Is something wrong? You sounded kind of frantic on the phone, I was wondering if you needed anything." She said, concerned.
"Uh, no, I uh, just wanted to ask you, y'know, have you noticed how Peter's been kind of absent from everything lately?" He said.
She frowned. This was about Peter? Why couldn't he have just called her about it?
"Oh. Yeah, I suppose, but he's busy with his two jobs and all." She said.
"Yeah, but don't you think that maybe him and Spider-Man are closer than we think?" He said.
What are you getting at, Mary Jane thought suspiciously. Does he know?
"Oh. Well, I don't know, he just takes his pictures," She said.
"Yeah, well," Harry stopped. He seemed to have realized that perhaps MJ didn't know. Was Harry the only one who knew Spider-Man's identity? Well this'll just facilitate the procedure.
"Okay. Are you hungry?" Harry said, changing subjects.
MJ narrowed her eyes and searched for any sign of insanity on Harry's face.
"Sure." She replied simply. This was Harry, her friend, he wouldn't do anything. Would he?
A/N - sorry this chapter is short! I wanted to get it up before I left. I'm leaving on the 28th of June and coming back on the 8th of August, so no updates tlil then! Please Review!!!!
------Ch4-------
Mary Jane felt alone for the first time in months. She felt just like she had in those few weeks after Peter had told her he did not love her. Alone. She felt awful and selfish, being mad about Peter leaving to save innocent civilians. How could she have all of him, if a part of him would always belong to the city of New York? She sighed and looked around for a cab. There were none. She waited on the curb to see if one would come around, and again thought of where Peter/Spider-Man was. She was always fascinated by the fact that he was so selfless and brave, which was why she felt awful about the jealousy building up inside her.
---
Peter's expression switched to concerned as he saw Mary-Jane obviously deep in thought on the side of the road. He wondered what she was thinking about, and was contemplating jumping out at her to ask. He was afraid- afraid of what she would say. He doubted she went to work that day at all. He decided it was now or never, and turned to emerge from the alley just as MJ was climbing into a taxi.
"Mar-" He started, but the door and closed and she did not look back. She must not have heard him.
"Why is my life such a mess all of the sudden?" He pounded his fist on the wall and sighed. "Sometimes I wish I didn't have these stupid spider powers."
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The Black Cat peered from behind a building chimney at Spider-Man. He was crouching in an alley and watching a girl, the same girl she saw him swinging away with the day before. She cocked her head in interest as he reached towards her, but to no avail. She had already climbed into a taxi cab, and driven off. Spider-Man turned around and angrily hit the side of the wall, looking downcast.
"That's my cue," She whispered. She leapt down and dug her clawed gloves into the side of a wall. She stuck there, much like Spider-Man would, except the only thing holding her up was her super-strength, and the ability to balance on two hands.
"Hey Spider," She said from above him. He didn't respond at first, but then slowly turned up and tensed for a moment, seeing her above him.
"Black Cat." He said, simply. "What're you doing here?" He cocked his head in confusion.
"Oh, nothing, just thought you could use someone to talk to."
"Really." He said suspiciously. Wasn't she hanging around a crime scene before? Isnt' she a crook?
"Yeah. You look awful." She said, hoping she could get something about the red-head out of him.
"Oh. Well, rough week." He said. He wasn't in the mood for talking right now. "Why are you really here?" He asked.
She smirked, and replied, "Oh, no reason. Just to let you know that the Chameleon is trying to hold up a jewlery store out on 50th." She said casually.
"Oh. Great. Why'd you come to me?" He asked.
"Isn't that like your job?" She said, laughing.
"I guess... I better get down there." He said, sighing.
"Sure, I'll come with you." She said.
"Oh... alright."
----
MJ definately needed to have someone else to confide in other than a journal. It was good for letting her anger out on, but not good with advice or for that matter, responding.
She looked over her entry and frowned at how her thoughts had become more gloomy than ever.
July 26th
I feel neglected and alone. Peter's always running off, and I'm often wondering if it's always the same reasons. What if he's loving me less and less because he's found out how incredibly boring I am? Maybe I should ask him about it. Or call him. But not now. I saw Spider-Man and someone jumping across rooftops on my way home. They went right over our taxi cab, and I knew that Peter would be home late. If he came home at all. Would our engagement even last?
-Mary Jane
She closed the book and placed it back under the air vent in which she kept it. She definately did not want Peter reading that - but if he found it, he probably wouldn't read it anyway because he just wasn't an invasive person.
"Oh no," She said to herself. She immediately picked up the phone - she'd forgotten she was going to talk to Harry later that day. She dialed his number and waited for him to pick up. He picked up after the third ring.
"Harry? It's MJ." She said tentatively.
"Oh... oh yeah, MJ! Um, would you mind coming over? I don't know if it's too late or anything..."
"Yeah, sure Harry, I'll be right over. See ya in a minute," She said, and hung up the phone quickly. She wondered what could possibly be so important that she come over immediately.
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"So who's this Chameleon guy?" Spider-Man asked the Black Cat as he chased after her.
"You don't know?"
"I wouldn't ask if I did," He replied.
"He's just your average joe, if you don't count the fact that he can take the form of anyone he wants. Which makes it difficult to catch him. He's not much of a fighter, though he's got quite a team of gunman who follow him." She said, tossing her clawed rope to the side of a building and swinging on it towards a window.
They peered through the window of the building and saw on the main floor some guys running out with bags over their shoulders.
"Too bad we'll have to crash-" Peter jumped through a broken window, "-the party," He finished, as the thugs turned and gasped at the menacing Spider-Man.
Black Cat wasted no time and leapt on one thug, kicking him on his left side and hurling him towards a wall. She was pretty good, Spider-Man thought. Spidey then joined her and after beating a few guys up, webbed them to the floor.
"Well that's that. Where's Chameleon?" Spider-Man asked, looking around.
"This way," Black Cat said, and she ran out of the door into the streets.
They stood there for a moment, hopeless.
"Well, he'd be long gone by now. At least he didn't get any of the money." Peter said. "Thanks Cat, I wouldn't of found this place without you," Spider-Man said, putting a hand on her shoulder. She causually put an arm on his shoulder and leaned on him.
"Aw, I'll see you around, Spider. I've gotta go," She said.
"Wait - are you, are you usually around when this kind of stuff happens?" Spider-Man said. What he really meant was, 'are you a super-hero or not,' but he didn't want to sound too forward.
"Oh, depends on what I'm feeling like. But, if you want me to, sure, I'll take it up more often." She said, and in the blink of an eye, she was gone.
She's pretty amazing, Spidey thought as he webslinged back to his apartment with MJ, only to arrive to an empty room.
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"Hey, thanks for coming MJ," Harry said, "Please, sit here,"
"Alright, Harry. Is something wrong? You sounded kind of frantic on the phone, I was wondering if you needed anything." She said, concerned.
"Uh, no, I uh, just wanted to ask you, y'know, have you noticed how Peter's been kind of absent from everything lately?" He said.
She frowned. This was about Peter? Why couldn't he have just called her about it?
"Oh. Yeah, I suppose, but he's busy with his two jobs and all." She said.
"Yeah, but don't you think that maybe him and Spider-Man are closer than we think?" He said.
What are you getting at, Mary Jane thought suspiciously. Does he know?
"Oh. Well, I don't know, he just takes his pictures," She said.
"Yeah, well," Harry stopped. He seemed to have realized that perhaps MJ didn't know. Was Harry the only one who knew Spider-Man's identity? Well this'll just facilitate the procedure.
"Okay. Are you hungry?" Harry said, changing subjects.
MJ narrowed her eyes and searched for any sign of insanity on Harry's face.
"Sure." She replied simply. This was Harry, her friend, he wouldn't do anything. Would he?
A/N - sorry this chapter is short! I wanted to get it up before I left. I'm leaving on the 28th of June and coming back on the 8th of August, so no updates tlil then! Please Review!!!!