"That was a close one," Peter said as he stood behind a large garbage dump
in a dark alley. He had quickly stuffed his Spiderman costume into his
small blue bag and donned his white and blue striped sweatshirt with a pair
of blue jeans.
"I'm lucky that I brought a sweatshirt instead of a T-shirt," he thought as he emerged from the alley. He slowly began to walk and slightly flinched at the pain at his sides. He walked into what was now his demolished apartment building. He sighed. Now, where was he going to live? He couldn't live with Aunt May; she had her own problems. Suddenly, he saw MJ running towards him. Before Peter could even say anything, she flung her arms around him.
"Oh, Peter! I was so worried! Are you OK?" she said as she embraced him tightly.
"Yeah," Peter said as he quickly let go of the embrace. He grabbed his side and coughed some blood. MJ stared at him with deep concern.
"Tiger, you're one of the worst liars on the face of this earth," said MJ with a smile, "Let's go to the nearest hospital."
"No, honestly, MJ-I'm fine. Just a few cuts and some bruises."
"You don't look "fine" to me," replied MJ. She grabbed Peter's hand and hailed a taxi. They climbed into the back. The cab drove away as Gwen Stacy emerged from her hiding place.
"How did Peter get all those maladies?" wondered Gwen, "Something's just not right."
"GWEN!" screamed her dad as he hugged her, "Thank god you're alive! I heard you were attacked!"
"Yeah, but fortunately, Spiderman came at the nick of time," replied Gwen.
"Spiderman?" asked her dad with deep concern. He quickly let go of her and stared at her, "Are you OK? I mean, after all, don't you read that stuff in the Daily Bugle? It seems as if-"
"Dad!" said an annoyed Gwen, "How many times have I told you? Spiderman is a hero; he's not a menace! He saved my life today! How can you question him?"
"All right, honey. It doesn't matter-I'm just so glad you're OK!" he said as he hugged her again. As they embraced, Gwen continued to stare at the place where the taxi had left. It was odd how Spiderman came in seconds before the explosion, and of all places, it was Peter's apartment that Spiderman swung into. Then, she heard Peter talking to Mary Jane about some cuts and bruises, and actually saw him cough up some blood. It was just so weird. Odd, thought Gwen as she stared at the place where the taxi had just left.
"I'm lucky that I brought a sweatshirt instead of a T-shirt," he thought as he emerged from the alley. He slowly began to walk and slightly flinched at the pain at his sides. He walked into what was now his demolished apartment building. He sighed. Now, where was he going to live? He couldn't live with Aunt May; she had her own problems. Suddenly, he saw MJ running towards him. Before Peter could even say anything, she flung her arms around him.
"Oh, Peter! I was so worried! Are you OK?" she said as she embraced him tightly.
"Yeah," Peter said as he quickly let go of the embrace. He grabbed his side and coughed some blood. MJ stared at him with deep concern.
"Tiger, you're one of the worst liars on the face of this earth," said MJ with a smile, "Let's go to the nearest hospital."
"No, honestly, MJ-I'm fine. Just a few cuts and some bruises."
"You don't look "fine" to me," replied MJ. She grabbed Peter's hand and hailed a taxi. They climbed into the back. The cab drove away as Gwen Stacy emerged from her hiding place.
"How did Peter get all those maladies?" wondered Gwen, "Something's just not right."
"GWEN!" screamed her dad as he hugged her, "Thank god you're alive! I heard you were attacked!"
"Yeah, but fortunately, Spiderman came at the nick of time," replied Gwen.
"Spiderman?" asked her dad with deep concern. He quickly let go of her and stared at her, "Are you OK? I mean, after all, don't you read that stuff in the Daily Bugle? It seems as if-"
"Dad!" said an annoyed Gwen, "How many times have I told you? Spiderman is a hero; he's not a menace! He saved my life today! How can you question him?"
"All right, honey. It doesn't matter-I'm just so glad you're OK!" he said as he hugged her again. As they embraced, Gwen continued to stare at the place where the taxi had left. It was odd how Spiderman came in seconds before the explosion, and of all places, it was Peter's apartment that Spiderman swung into. Then, she heard Peter talking to Mary Jane about some cuts and bruises, and actually saw him cough up some blood. It was just so weird. Odd, thought Gwen as she stared at the place where the taxi had just left.