Title: May Never Be
Author: November02
Pairing: Peter/OC, Peter/Mary Jane later
Warnings: Some Spider-Man 2 spoilers in later chapters!
Rating: PG-13 to be safe and R later on
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I am just a fan of the Spider-Man movies and a newbie to his comic book world. I only own my character Nicole Stewart.
A/N: Hello everyone! waves ecstatically to the people I'm new to the Spider-Man scene. This will be my first male/female story! I'm super excited! Weeeeee! I hope that people will like this! So, read and be merry!
Prologue
I'm not a hero. I'm not a great person. I'm only me.
I've seen too much for many but not enough for this city to recognize me. I've written. I've produced. I've composed. I've played. I even tried acting but that was a bust once I froze on stage during my third grade production of the four food groups. I've had things taken from me prematurely. I've had things taken too late. I've wanted nothing more.
I wasn't a normal child. My father had inhibited that with his occupation. I wasn't the easiest child to get along with. I was a borderline brilliant student. I was something until now. I was nothing until now. I thought I had my life all figured out. Well, as best as a teen verging on womanhood could. I had loved. I had certainly lost. Until him.
He was so overlooked by many. He was cherished by few. I was that lucky few. My move to this city during my senior year was earth shattering. I had been to two previous schools. One I was expelled from, the other, I left willingly.
In some ways, at this new school, I thought I had to be a misunderstood hero. Rescuing those who were under the torment of bullies was my duty for I had seen a worst case scenario. I barreled into his life after I saw his inner angst. I was by his side until I was suspended, until my parents divorced, until I realized his worth to him. I left him and didn't see him, or his two friends, which were my own as well, until a year later, by chance.
Many inexplicable things happened. He bonded with me. I helped get him some cash. He laughed with me. I gave him some stability. He trusted me. I trusted him. He entrusted me with a secret. I gave him my heart.
But soon our happy world crumbled and his life was happier, less burden filled. I was stoic. I tried to be a friend but no more. I was given a proposition. I know what I want to do. I know what I need to do. I love him. I loathe him. I need him. I despise him.
Should I or shouldn't I?
To be this or not to be this with which I was offered?
For Pete's sake, what to do?