Denouncement: I do not own Spiderman/Peter Parker nor MJ. I would like to thank Stan Lee and Marvel Comics for allowing me to write fanfiction about them. However I do own the storyline and the rest of the characters.

NOTE: Author is a neat freak, if reviews indicate story is trash, the trash will be taken out. They do not want to litter fanfic with garbage.

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Today Peter Parker was wearing a silly grin on his face as he headed for school. Although he was late again for class and exhausted from his webslinging night, he was thinking about MJ. At least one of the tribulations of his life had been remedied. Juggling his superhero life with his day to day existence became easier once MJ found out about his secret. Even though Dr. Connors, who he had again this semester, was threatening to fail him, Peter just couldn't shake the elation he felt. Over the many months that have past since she first found out, she was able to handle his lifestyle easily but more importantly, she stayed out of harm's way.

He was zipping in between cars of the parking lot better known as the New York City streets when he almost ran over a traffic cop. He slammed on the brakes and the rear end of the scooter tilted up then slammed back down from the momentum. "I've got to stop doing that," he thought, remembering numerous other occasions that his daydreaming of MJ had caused him to barely miss crashing into someone or something.

"What's the problem?" Peter asked.

"Can't go this way," the cop stated distractedly.

"But I have to get through, I have a class. I just need to go around the corner to the University." Peter pleaded.

The officer, finally focusing on Peter stated, "There's no class today, son. A sniper has taken over the College Square."

Peter at first just stared at him in disbelief. His good mood just flushed down the toilet. In a typical nerdy question he asked, "What do you mean a sniper has taken over the Square?"

The cop looked at him with a you've got to be kidding glare.

Realizing the absurdity of the question, Pete quickly guided his bike over to the side of the road and locked it to a lamppost. With most other people's attention elsewhere he headed for the nearest alley. He thought to himself as he yanked open his shirt, "Isn't this what Superman always did? Run through a dark alley, ripping his shirt open to expose his supersuit?"

By the time he finished that thought, he was shooting his first web towards the heavens.

It took just a few swings to reach the roof of the tallest building in the Square. He had landed quietly not knowing if the sniper was on this roof or not. Slinking around he checked the access to the roof and a few other cubbyholes where someone could hide. When he was satisfied that he was alone, he stole over to the edge and peered over.

"Oh, my God," he said softly to himself as he looked at the carnage below. There were at least 11 bodies scattered about the ground. A few were still moving, writhing in pain, but most of them were dead still. He hoped that they were just still and not dead. He snapped himself away from looking at the slaughter and started to scan the entire area looking for the shooter. He looked for open or broken windows and stared down into dark crevices and shadows. But he couldn't locate the maniac with the gun.

Spidey couldn't pick out a thing from his vantage point. The gunman had stopped firing but it wasn't because he was loading his gun. With his spider sense on full blast he would have been able to hear that, but he didn't. However, he could still sense the guy. He was around but where was he hiding? The webslinger looked into as many windows of the surrounding buildings as he could. He even checked the thick surrounding shrubbery.

Thinking that maybe the lunatic was inside the building he was on top of, Spiderman decided to change his vantage point. He chose a walkway that bridged two of the campus buildings that were separated by a small but deep river. He webbed over to it and landed in his signature crouch, his left knee almost in his armpit, and his right leg outstretched over the side, to keep him from sliding off the steep angle of the curved roof.

The pedestrian walkway was a glass covered metal bridge. Students would often stand and watch the rain sluicing overhead before continuing onto their next class. Some would even sit on the floor and do homework when outside was not weather friendly. When our hero landed he looked down in horror as he surveyed the damage. On his flight over he had noticed several bullet holes in both the top and bottom halves of the walkway. What he saw stole his breath from him. There were several students lying on the floor, bloody and in need of help, There were several more comforting them, hidden behind the safety of the non-transparent bottom panels.

"Bastard!" he growled and scanned the area again. He studied the building that he had just come from. The shooter had to be there, how else would he have missed him? Again he glanced at the clock tower that was directly across from him noting that would be a good ambush place. But he saw and heard nothing. He had studied it several times already in his search. But the only thing he heard were the soft cries from the injured.

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Janine was holding the hand of one of the sniper's victims when she heard a thump overhead. She was in the walkway and hunkered down as close to the floor as she could get. She was afraid to move, to even look up in the direction of the noise thinking that any movement might give away her position. But curiosity still got the better of her and she looked up through the glass. A smile creased her face when she saw the reason for the noise. Gazing back down at her friend, she squeezed his hand and said, "Hold on Mark, Spiderman's here. He'll take that guy out then we can get help up here. Just hold on a little longer."

Turning to the others who were all crouched down and unmoving she whispered loudly, "Spiderman's here!" She heard several cries of relief.

When she looked back up at the hero, she realized with horror that Spiderman didn't know where the gunman was. He was still searching the grounds. Banging on the glass with the palm of her hand, she screamed, "He's in the tower! Spiderman, the sniper's in the clock tower!"

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Except when loved ones were involved, Spiderman rarely let his emotions get in the way of his work. But this time he was mad; livid at the useless bloodbath. He raised his fisted hand and screamed out, "Where are you?!" He was thinking of the next location where he should head when he was distracted from his search by pounding from someone below him. Realizing his name was frantically being called he tore himself away from the hunt. He gazed down and saw a hysterical woman yelling at him banging the glass. At first he didn't get what she was saying. Then his breath caught in his chest when he realized what she said. Already knowing it was probably too late, he snapped his attention over to the tower just in time to see the shooter fire.

The force of the blow knocked him back and he sat down hard, but he quickly pushed himself back up onto one knee, the other leg still supporting him against the curve of the roof. Instinctively he started firing web balls at the assailant as fast and furious as he could. The adrenaline was coursing though his system fueled by his anger. He thought he saw the gunman go down after taking a hit in the head, but the young hero didn't stop. He continued to pummel the corner of the building until several of the supports gave way causing the roof to collapse onto the landing which hid the madman. Only when he had obliterated the corner of the building did he cease his web attack. Remaining still, but breathing hard, he studied the tower for any signs of movement.

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With horror, Janine saw Spiderman fall back, but when he rebounded so quickly she thought he was ok. She watched him spew web ball after web ball. Then rising up, barely peeking through the glass, Janine watched the assault on the clock tower. She was sure she saw the gunman go down. He got it dead center in the middle of his forehead. Then upon the collapse of the overhang she turned to her fellow victims and yelled, "Spiderman got him. Spiderman got the sniper!" They all started clapping and cheering and several of them rushed the windows.

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Just seconds after the barrage against the tower ended, Spiderman started to feel his world fold in on him. He knew he had been hit, but there was no pain at first. It must have been the adrenaline rush because now he could feel the fire spreading outward from the injury. He looked down to see exactly where he took the hit and watched dreamily as blood seeped from a wound that sat high on the left side of his chest. When he brought his right hand up to explore the sticky maroon ooze he subconsciously played with the blood on his fingertips. Images around him started to swirl like cream just poured into black coffee. He was losing sense of his whole body. Then a black oily film flowed over what was left of his consciousness.

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Turning back to look up at Spiderman, Janine saw him look down at his chest. She observed as he slowly lifted his hand to a discolored area of his costume. Then in slow motion, she watched as his body seemed to melt as it slid off the roof.

"NO!" she screamed as she slammed the glass with her hand. All of the other able bodied students pressed their faces against the partition as they watched Spiderman plunge over 50 feet into the water.

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Through headphones, Kyan heard his partner say, "Please tell me you got that?"

Kyan, focused on the water for a few more seconds, panned over to the tower just as cops were dragging out the semi-conscious handcuffed lunatic, then turned off the camera.

"Yeah, I got it. I got the whole thing," he said solemnly. The News4 New York chopper team just got the exclusive video of the death of Spiderman.

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