Nick Fury angrily slammed his fist onto the table. It was an extremely frustrating week for Fury and his organization known as S.H.I.E.L.D. He was on the trail of the two biggest crime lords known in New York City: the Kingpin and the Guillotine. So far, the Kingpin had been subdued, and he hadn't made a move, but the Guillotine was an entirely different story. Not only had he increased his crime ring, but also he had gotten his hands on the alien symbiote that Fury had desperately tried to protect. Although he couldn't track down the Guillotine, he knew that the Guillotine didn't know the symbiote's properties and needed a professional scientist to discover its properties. Until then, Fury had some time, but how much time did he have until it was too late?

"Fury," a voice interrupted, "we've got to get rid of Spiderman-even if it means killing him."

"Jan, what happened?" asked Fury, who listened intently for the next three minutes as Jan reiterated the basic gist of what happened.

"How could Spiderman be so concerned about an individual's life when the greater good is in danger?" asked Jan.

"I don't know, but we've got to kill him...he's getting in our way, and we can't allow for any more mistakes in our next mission. When you spot him again, Jan, exterminate him."

Aunt May set the timer on the oven after she basted the turkey. Her new apartment was small and comfy, and although it was in a busy sector of Manhattan, the security was pretty tight, so she felt safe for the most part. She sighed. She was afraid that she may never see it again; her doctors had told her that she had to undergo coronary bypass surgery in a few days or else she might suffer from a heart attack. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. She quickly pulled her oven mitts off and rushed to the door.

"Peter! Mary Jane!" exclaimed Aunt May with joy as she greeted the young couple.

"Hi, Aunt May," replied Peter as he leaned over to give her a gentle kiss.

"How are you?" asked MJ as she did the same. Peter walked around and took a deep breath. "Wow...that smells great!"

"I'm fine, MJ...what about you?"

"Good," said MJ with a smile. Aunt May turned to see Peter reach for the pumpkin pie. She playfully smacked his hand, and Peter pretended to look hurt. "You can't have any until the others get here."

"The others?" asked MJ with an arched eyebrow.

"Peter-don't tell me you didn't tell MJ," scolded Aunt May. Peter slightly blushed and turned to meet a slightly irritated MJ with her arms folded across her chest. Aunt May looked between Peter and MJ and decided it was best for her to leave, so she quietly walked into the kitchen. She heard some protests from MJ and some soft-spoken replies from Peter. Then there was a loud knocking.

She heard the shuffling of feet and Peter's voice greeting Gwen. She decided it was safe to enter the dining room. When she opened the door, she saw a thin blonde girl. She turned to see Mary Jane and Peter's arms entwined within each other's. Whatever conflict emerged was resolved by now..."Unless Mary Jane is faking it...after all, she had hidden her emotions from her neighbors for her entire life," thought Aunt May worriedly.

She heard the timer set off and quickly walked back into the kitchen. She heard Peter and that Gwen girl talking with each other, but she realized that MJ wasn't talking at all...which only caused her to worry more. She took the turkey out, forced a slight smile for MJ's sake, and walked into the dining room, where everyone was seated around a table full of different, colorful side dishes. She thought Peter's eyes seemed to reflect a hint of distress, but like MJ, Peter was good at hiding his emotions, so she could never really tell. Peter turned towards her and quickly got up.

"Aunt May, let me help you with that."

"No, Peter. Don't worry."

"Are you-" Aunt May looked up at him with a "don't-ask-again" look.

Peter took the hint and let Aunt May place it onto the table-although he followed closely behind. After everyone was seated, they said grace and began to eat. There was much conversation, but she realized that MJ didn't talk much.

"That was great, Ms. Parker," said Gwen with a smile after everything was finished.

"Call me Aunt May." She smiled. Gwen was extremely polite, and she seemed nice. She quickly glanced at Peter, who was trying to nudge MJ a little, but MJ remained silent.

"Do you mind if I watch the parade, Aunt May?" asked Gwen.

"Not at all," replied Aunt May.

"Great!" said Gwen enthusiastically as she walked over to the next room. Before she went in, she peeked her head into the silent dining room.

"Well?" asked Gwen, expecting them to follow. Aunt May stood up as well as Peter and MJ, who seemed slightly stiff and unenthusiastic.

They followed an overly bouncy Gwen, who plopped onto the couch and reached for the remote. Aunt May and MJ sat on the couch with Gwen. Peter sat on a nearby chair-all the time keeping his attention on MJ.

"Happy Thanksgiving to all New Yorkers!" screamed the newscaster on the television.

The camera swerved around to reveal children waving enthusiastically. Suddenly, a loud boom was heard. The camera swerved again to reveal police officers trying to fire at a feisty Adrenaline.

Peter snapped his head back, and his eyes widened to see Adreanaline on the TV. 'No, this can't be happening. I must be dreaming...' Peter knew, though, that it was far from a dream as Adrenaline started to fling several police officers at the window of Joe's Pizza.

MJ looked up at Peter with a worried expression on her face. Gwen tried to pretend that she didn't know what was going on, but from Gwen's eyes, it was obvious that she, too, knew what was going to happen as she felt the pit of her stomach drop.

"I just remembered, everyone, that...um...I had to...take...some...uh.... pics for the.... Bugle...gotta run or else JJ's gonna...have...a...major...fit." Peter knew that Aunt May was the only one in the room who didn't realize who the hell Peter actually was, so he had to come up with some excuse. 'No matter how lame it is,' thought Peter. Peter quickly dashed for the door. When suddenly, MJ screamed, "Peter, wait!"

Peter turned to see MJ running towards him.

"You can't go!"

"But, MJ, I have to-"

"But Peter, I don't want you to get hurt. Can't someone-"

"MJ, you know-"

Suddenly, a shriek emerged from the TV. Peter turned his head and saw a little girl screaming for her mother, who was being held hostage by Adrenaline. He held the woman with all four of his green tentacles high above his head.

"Anyone comes near me with a gun, and I'll kill this girl's mother!"

"Mommy!" screamed the girl as a police officer struggled to hold her back.

"End of discussion," said Peter firmly as he ran through the door in lightning speed. Even after Peter was long gone, MJ continued to stare after him with tears silently running down her face.