Disclaimer: I still don't own Spider-Man. I'm not going to ask for Tobey's phone number this time though, because if anyone on here really had Tobey's number, they wouldn't give it to me! They'd call him themselves!
Later that evening, Peter and M.J. were driving home from the party, M.J. being in that pleasantly tired mood one has after a fun party. Peter, on the other hand, was obviously not in that mood, as he had a slightly puzzled look on his boyish face. " What's the matter, Tiger?" M.J. asked drowsily.
Peter smiled at the nickname, then he answered, " Nothing really. It's just strange that my spider sense hasn't gone off all evening. I mean, hey, it's Friday night! Usually the villians are even naughtier than normal."
M.J. shrugged and said, " Maybe they all got together and decided to let you off the hook tonight!" Peter and M.J. laughed out loud at the idea, and Peter shrugged away his worry.
As the couple neared their family home, the unwelcome wail of a siren droned in their ears. Peter moaned, " Oh, I was almost home! Well, see you at home, M.J.!"
" Ok, see you!" she called to the figure already small in the distance.
" Funny my spidey-sense didn't catch that siren either," he thought as he swung away.
When Peter reached the scene of the crime, a 7-Eleven robbery, he saw why his spider-sense hadn't alerted him. Another superhero, albeit a younger one, had beat him to it. " You're supposed to be in bed, Spider-Boy!" Peter said in a paternal tone.
" I couldn't sleep with all that spidey-sense buzzing in my head!" Spider-Boy, a.k.a. Mark Parker, defended himself.
A rather brash thief thought Spider-Boy was distracted enough that he could sneak away unoticed. He thought wrong. Mark yanked him back with a web strand, and slugged him determinedly. "Nice try, el stupido!" he hollered in the unconcious man's face.
Meanwhile, Peter had taken care of the other two thieves. Turning to his son, he said," Don't call people stupid, even if they are 7-Eleven robbers! Now c'mon, let's get you into bed!"
The masked seven-year-old nodded sadly. A bit sleepily too, Peter noted. Father and son kicked off the sidewalk and into the night air. As his son did a complicated twist and flip, Peter grinned under his mask. That little guy was so grounded for sneaking out, but you had to admire his confidence.
Then a thought came to him. "Mark, have you been handling bad guys all night?" Peter asked suspiciously.
A bit nervously, Mark admitted he had. Peter asked incredulously," Didn't the babysitter notice?"
With the roaring of the wind, he couldn't be sure, but he thought he heard Mark snickering. "All I had to do was turn up a CD loud, and sneak out the bedroom window!" Mark replied proudly.
"Note to self: get a more observant babysitter," Peter thought.
They swung towards home, then they landed on the roof of their home. At least Peter did. Mark was doing flips on the flagpole. "Mark, we've got go inside!" Peter cried, shaking his head.
Mark did a last elaborate twirl, then he landed in spider-crouch on the roof. "That was a cool flip, wasn't it, Dad? I just learned it yesterday!" Mark said eagerly.
"Yeah, really cool. But not so cool you're not in trouble for sneaking out!" Peter said solemnly.
"Yes, Dad," Mark said penitently as they crawled into their home's attic.
"M.J., we're home! And if you're looking for Mark, I found him too!" Peter called.
Sorry if that chap. veered off the plot a bit, I just wanted to write about Peter and Mark,"on the job". The next chapter, hopefully, should be about the picnic in Central Park.
hazelle: Sorry I didn't get your Chap.1 review, but thanks for reviewing again!
And to any other reviewers, I did get your reviews, but after I posted this chapter. I'll respond to your review in the next chap. After this really long note, I doubt you want to review, but would you? Pretty please?