'Got to get up,' thought Peter as he slowly started to push himself off the ground. He quickly fell again. His body told him to give up-that it was pointless. His mind, though, recalled the last moment he had with MJ before he turned into the spider creature. An image of Mary Jane's concerned face popped up in his head.

" 'Promise me you'll be careful.' " He vividly remembered his honest reply: 'I promise.'

'No, I can't give up. I made a promise to MJ,' thought Peter defiantly. Before he could get up, though, Octavius pul d him up. "Any last words?" he whispered. "Yeah," replied an exhausted Peter, "Take this!" And with that, Peter quickly shot a web net at the doctor's face. Doc Ock immediately stopped and tried to rip the webbing off. Peter quickly shot a web strand, swung from it, and kicked Octavius. Octavius stumbled for several seconds, and he fell off the edge of the roof as the red and blue hero landed gracefully onto the roof.

Mary Jane had been watching it all. Her heart had stopped when she saw Peter's motionless body on the ground. She wanted to move, but she couldn't. She wished that she were having a nightmare, but Harry's shallow breathing and the loud clanks of Dr. Octopus's tentacles told her that this was far from a little nightmare-this was reality. After the short battle that she had just seen, Mary Jane quickly walked towards Peter, and as he turned around, she threw her arms around him.

"Peter," she said as she hugged him tightly, "When I saw you back there- being electrocuted by Doc Ock-I thought you were dead."

"A promise is a promise, MJ," replied Peter. Mary Jane quickly let go and took out something from her pocket.

"Here," she said as she handed him a small object, "While I was watching after your aunt, I decided to make another one for you." Peter looked at the small object in his hands. He felt the soft red material, traced the intricate black web motif, and stared at the white octave lenses. He looked up at MJ and smiled.

"Thanks, MJ," he said. He leaned forward to kiss her when his spider sense blared. He quickly turned his face away and slipped on his mask. Little did Peter know that one of Octavius's tentacles had grabbed his ankle. And before he realized what was happening, the tentacle pulled him down.

"Peter!" screamed Mary Jane. She quickly leaned toward the edge of the roof to see Peter falling to the ground.