Hey, hey , hey! What's hanging ,my faithful readers? Sorry about the delay, I was grounded for a few days but now I am back AND with a new chap! During my time away, I spent a while reflecting on myself and I found out..I REALLY have problems. I found out I have an inner voice and so it'll have a say in my stories and reviews! O well I better shut up and let you read. Hope you guys like!
Chapter 2
Meanwhile
It was a regular day so far for Peter Parker. Each day he'd get up, dressed for the day, and quietly tiptoe down a flight of stairs, hoping the owner of the building wouldn't poke his head around the corner and demand for overdue rent money. Then he'd mount his newly bought scooter/bike and zip over to the Daily Bugle with a few new photographs of his alter ego and favorite superhero, Spiderman. After being bellowed a few insults about his photos by his boss and given money by the clerk in exchange for them, he'd swing by for a visit with Aunt May in her one room apartment somewhere else in the city and sometimes even take her to dine out for the evening. Soon after dropping her off, he'd walk inconspicuously into a dark alley to get into his Spiderman costume and patrol the city for a few hours. Tired and beat, he'd switch back into his usual clothes and silently creep back into his apartment and into his bed. This was his routine nearly everyday unless he'd bump into his long time crush, Mary Jane Watson or onstage, Emily Rose (I think.), or his pal, Harry Osbourne; son of the late split personality madman Norman Osbourne. Lately Harry hasn't been in touch with him but he must be under a lot of stress, with the taking over Oscorp and what not, so Peter just let it go . But today just didn't seem right to him. He had just saved another civilian from a desperate robber. He laughed inwardly . When will those criminals learn that this city is under his watchful eyes and they are targeting them like little hawks. And having his super abilities certainly helped out with the whole bad guy catching.
Agilely shooting his webs and swinging from building to building, wind in his masked face, and all the cities population under him ooo-ing and awe- ing at him, he felt a bit tense. You see, His aunt was having a bit of an emotional melt down lately and he was very concerned about her well being. It wasn't easy for her to get over the death of his beloved uncle, Ben Parker rest his soul. A few weeks ago, it was the two year anniversary of his demise, and Aunt May was still experiencing the after effects. It was rubbing off on him as well. The depressed face of his aunt was too much for him to bear. Just thinking about her miserable mood made him feel deeply morbid. Peter shook his head , as if to rid the thoughts from his mind.
Reaching an incoming abandoned alley, he swung himself to it and leapt into the darkness where he could safely change into his casual clothes and walk the streets without jeopardizing his secret.
He quickly stuffed his costume into his pocket and strolled out of the alley calmly hoping nobody noticed.
3
A few minutes later
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He neared the apartment building and hoped for no confrontation with his land lord person thingy. (what'dya call those people who own the apartments that people rent? Owners, managers?)
"Hey Peter."
Peter's heart skipped a beat at the sound of the familiar voice. He spun around and layed eyes on the lovely MJ (and no I don't mean Michael Jackson. gags.) Her smile brightened his soul ten fold.
She stepped closer to him and he caught the scent of roses. It took every inch of his will power to not take in a deep heavy breath and bask his lungs in the sweet aroma. "H- I mean- Hi MJ." He said with a slight stutter. Her smile widened and revealed her ever pearly white teeth.
"Haven't seen you in a while, Pete." She replied, and then went on to ask. " Whatcha been up to?"
He was quick to answer. 'I've been busy.. With things." He lied. He hated lying to her but telling her the truth would been life threateningly dangerous for both of them.
She bought it but still wanted to argue. " You're always busy with something, and you always look bushed. Oh well, I won't bother you much about it just GET SOME REST. I swear Peter sometimes I worry about you. And Aunt May-"
Peter saw where the conversation was going and changed the subject instantly. "So, I - uh- heard that the play was immensely superb."
It stopped her short. "It- it was okay I guess. I like my role onstage, It fits me perfectly. Don't you think so Pete?" She stared at him with her eyes that gazed deep into his heart and soul, and took all the pain away. He was swept off his feet by a swarm of thoughts most of them including MJ and watching her onstage.
SNAP, SNAP
Mary Jane snapped her fingers in his face a few times wanting him to come to. "Peter? You're not answering me." She seemed a bit annoyed. He still did not show any signs of getting out of la la land. (lmao.) After a few more moments of impatient waiting, she gave up and bid him goodbye, walking away a bit steamed.
When she was out of sight and the scent of roses faded, Peter's trance broke and he felt like an idiot for snubbing her. Feeling defeated and weary he made his way up the stairs of the apartment building and crept past his (whateveryoucallthem)'s room. No sign of the overgrown rat and his anorexic daughter. What a relief! He slid into his room and into his bed. He reached the shores of sleep the instant his head touch the pillow.
Sorry for a weird chap ( I think it's a bit sappy and strange but I still need a second opinion!) o well I hope you guys got into this story because I have loads more to come! O and here's my disclaimer: I donnot own spiderman or much else for that matter . So don't sue me !
