Heya! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! The villain is very complicated, he's kinda an original one that I've pinched from the comics, but also not at the same time. Does that means it's AU? I dunno. Sorry I can't explain cos that'd give away the plot, lol. You will find out in due time. Oh and that reminds me, the disclaimer that I haven't bothered with for ages, (please don't hurt me lawyers!): Not mine, never will be! :P

I didn't realise chapter 3 looked strange, it didn't on my computer anyways. shrugs. Ah well, it's better now. (hopefully). Not too keen on this chapter, but the next part starts to warm up with some more characters from the film being introduced. Please tell me what ya think!

Surprise, Surprise!

Part 5

Peter quickly scaled the wall of the alleyway and started to swing, shaking off the feeling he was being watched. He was just being paranoid, right? No one was watching him. It was stupid. Absurd, even.

He set his camera up a few blocks away and just somersaulted about to the accompanying flash and click of the camera going off every few seconds. There was no crime to speak of so he figured JJ would have to like or lump his admittedly lacklustre pictures.

After ten minutes or so he decided to call it a day, and was about to change back into his civvies when his spider sense went off. He dropped his bundled up clothes along with his camera and quickly scanned the surrounding area for the source of danger.

There, a thug was harassing a young woman, a couple of buildings over. Peter leapt off the stone structure he'd been perched on and landed in a crouch just behind the mugger. The man didn't notice him, since his back was turned, but the blonde's eyes widened and she froze in surprise, or fear, Peter couldn't tell. He hoped it was the former.

He stood up and folded his arms saying casually, "Money really that tight, huh? Tut tut, crime should never be a last resort".

The mugger whirled around and pushed the girl roughly away. She landed on her back and crawled as quickly as she could away from him, whimpering in fear.

"Well, well, well, look who showed up." The man smirked, and, brandishing the small knife at Peter threateningly, advanced slowly, menacingly. He was much, much bigger than Peter, and had a large tattoo across his even larger arm depicting a dragon roaring.

Then he lunged forward with startlingly speed for someone his size, but he wasn't fast enough. Peter ducked to the side and the thug's momentum carried him forward and past Peter, so that his back was turned.

"I mean, if you're gonna do something wrong, do it right. You know, plan months ahead in a basement on one of those big blackboards with chalk and everything- just like they do in the movies." Peter continued, and kicked the guy in the back so he sprawled out on his stomach on the cold, damp floor. His knife skittered out of his hand and near to the mouth of the alley.

The thug growled and rolled over onto his back, glaring angrily at Peter.

As Peter came within range he grunted and struck out with his right foot, hoping to trip Peter, but yet again he was too slow. He simply jumped out of the way then laid a foot on the man's chest, effectively pinning him to the floor. He leant down close to his ear and said, "After all, if ya really wanna play with the big guns like myself, you should get some gimmick of some sort. Like extra arms or something. At least a tail. Ya know what I'm sayin big shot?" Peter tilted his head in a questioning manner. The thug just stared at him, petrified.

"Good," Peter said, satisfied that this particular thug wouldn't be in a great hurry to try his hand at crime again. "Then we understand each other."

He wrapped the man from chin to toe in a thick cocoon of webbing, then easily strung him from a nearby window ledge. Then he turned to the young woman, who was- Ursula!

"Urs- I mean er, here's your purse." He just about managed to stop himself from shouting her name. What a dead giveaway that would be.

The daughter of his landlord gingerly took the purse with shaking hands, her eyes bugging out even more then normal.

"What you doing way out here?" Peter asked curiously. She was a long way from home, and her Dad was extremely overprotective. Peter was sure she'd wouldn't be halfway across the city in a dingy alley with his permission.

"Uh..." Ursula tried to answer but couldn't seem to get her voice box to co-operate. "Um..."

Peter took pity on her. "Ok, do you wanna lift home?"

She nodded mutely and he offered her his arm. She nervously took it, shaking like a leaf, and he hoisted her into his arms.

"Which way?" He remembered to ask, even though he knew perfectly well.

She pointed to the left and he bounced up into the air, above the low level rooftops and into the glare of the setting sun. He knew there had been a reason he'd made the eyepieces on his costume opaque.

Ursula shrieked and buried her head in his shoulder as they climbed up almost fifty feet into the air from one powerful kick of his legs. Oh, right, nervous disposition, Peter reminded himself, and went lower.

"It's ok." He soothed, and eventually she worked up the nerve to look, and was immediately captivated. She smiled and laughed as they swung past the skyscrapers, seemingly into the sun and sky, giggling as the breeze tickled her face.

Peter smiled at her, seeing her so happy, when just a few minutes ago she'd been so scared. This was the kind of thing that made his job worthwhile.

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Eddy Brock emerged from the shadows, a sly grin fixed on his face. He knew who Spider-man was, and he was going to be filthy rich!

His smile lasted him almost all the way back to the developing studios, but it promptly disappeared as he tripped and fell flat on his face. He'd always been on the clumsy side, tripping over stones and bottles, sometimes even his own feet. He scowled at the memories, the kids at school had laughed and called him names, but now, now he'd show them, he'd show them Eddy Brock was more than just some collage drop-out photographer. Oh no, he was much more than that.

He swore and got to his feet, retrieving his camera from the floor, and continued on his way, grin firmly back in place. This would be what made him, he'd be famous, famous enough to be begged for interviews and job opportunities, for he would be the one to reveal Spider-man's little secret to the world. He would be praised as a hero, the one who helped catch and apprehend the web-head... He couldn't help but laugh as he headed in to get the photos developed that would change Peter Parker's life forever...

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Peter dropped off Ursula, then quickly swung back to the spot where'd he'd left his clothes and camera. He suppressed a yawn as he stuffed his things into a backpack and slung it on his shoulder. Perhaps he'd take Jonah those pictures tomorrow...

Nodding to himself he set off in the direction of his home, then slapped his forehead as he remembered he'd promised to visit Aunt May for dinner. Freefalling through the air, he decided it was best if he went, even if he dropped asleep into his roast potatoes, he had promised he'd go and he hadn't seen his Aunt since she'd moved out, when she'd given that weird hero speech... He finally shot out a web line that attached to the underside of a bridge, and fished his scribbled directions out of his backpack with one hand whilst he swung gently from side to side in the breeze.

"Right... Tribecca, third left after traffic lights..." he muttered to himself, and set off in a new direction, thinking about the last time he'd seen her. He was positive she knew something, but just how much he wasn't sure. She'd hinted at his identity, touched upon it but never really openly said anything, only arousing his suspicions through cryptic replies and innuendo. He'd have to be on his toes, but to be on his toes he'd have to be awake, and he was most definitely not awake at the moment. Damn.

End of Part 5

Before anyone starts saying Ursula is Peter's new love interest, no she's not. I just wanted to write a scene with Spidey beating the crap out of someone and decided to use her as the victim of the mugger for no particular reason, other than I don't have to invent my own character, I just steal one of Sony's/Marvel's/Whoever Owns Ursula. Now that's out of the way, please read and review my gallant readers and ride onwards to the next chapter which will be posted soon! Yah, sorry, I'm really hyper and in a weird mood cos the Sims 2 is coming out soon! YAY! Anyways, I'm gonna stop talkin now, please R&R!

PS: I think I may have stolen a line from a cartoon episode or something, it seems very familiar, so sorry to whoever I borrowed it from! lol

PSS: Who else loves the word 'innuendo'? lol.