A/N: Sorry the update took so long: My Computer froze and died and I had to get my hard drive replaced with a ¾ completed story on it already. This is my rewrite of the story, it's not as long because well, I couldn't really remember the details of what I had been writing, but a new chapter will follow this one immediately.

I would like to briefly thank all of you who reviewed my story, whether good or not; it really helps. If anyone would like to be my beta, email me/review or whatever. I think I could use one.

And now to Our Feature Presentation.


Mary Jane walked down the steps of her apartment as a cold gust of wind swept up her skirt, causing it to fly up and fan out around her legs. She quickly pushed her skirt down, blushing brilliantly, and took a look up and down the street to make sure no one had seen. An middle aged man with a seedy mustache whistled in her direction and she blushed more brightly, walking at quicker pace while holding her skirt down.

Mary Jane soon wished that she had opted for a heavier coat, as there was a definite chill in the air as she walked down the street the 3 blocks to the convenience store and to rehearsal. She enjoyed the chilly New York air most days, but her hair was still damp, her skirt was a bit short and her sweater was very light, which made the cold more unbearable.

She looked up and down the street, glancing at the different unusual buildings that she passed. Dating a photographer had made her see something special in everything, even if she'd seen it many times before. Even a bike propped up against a tree had potential.

Speeding down the street, a yellow cab zipped through a puddle, splashing Mary Jane with a stream of dirty, oily water. Already shivering slightly, this made the chill a genuine, penetrating cold.

"Watch where you're going, jerk!" She yelled after the cab, but it had already passed. Mary Jane generally disliked cabs, and preferred to walk or take the Bus. These options were also far cheaper, and nice exercise on days when working out was difficult or impossible.

After about 15 minutes, Mary Jane arrived at a small Indian owned convenience store. It was always a delight to visit this store, as it was stocked with fresh coffees, pastries and other foods at different times of the day. Mary Jane walked to the back of the store, picking up a cup of Dark Roast coffee, two sugar packets and a half and half, stirring the coffee until it became a golden brown. She raised the steaming cup to her lips and took a sip of the confection, warming her from head to toe. She proceeded to the front of the store where she grabbed to sticks of Beef Jerky, a package of mixed nuts, and a small container of batteries, then found a place at the back of the short line.

She gazed out the window onto the bustling streets, cars zipped past the store while pedestrians walked briskly down the sidewalk, a few giving acknowledging smiles to their fellow New Yorkers. A young mother was trying to control two young boys while toting a large shopping bag and fixing the strap on the back of her shoe. A haggard man stood on the corner a few yards away carrying a tin can with a paper sign attached to it. Mary Jane was so consumed with people watching that she hardly noticed the customers in front of her, or how quickly they seemed to finish their purchases. Only one customer remained, and he didn't not appear to be purchasing anything so it would probably not take long. Cigarettes or lottery tickets, Mary Jane thought, briefly glancing at the customer, who approached the Asian cashier with a strange sort of smile. He began to pull something out of his jacket, perhaps a wallet. It would soon be her turn.

But when the man had opened his jacket, it became fairly obvious that he wasn't intending to buy anything. The man snatched a handgun strapped inside his jacket and waved it in the clerk's face.

"NOBODY MOVE! Give me all the money in the cash register and nobody gets hurt!" He yelled, aiming the gun at the stunned clerk's head.

"There's no money! It's early in the morning! I have no customer!" the clerk said, squirming.

"Don't give me that crap," the man said, "I know damn well that you're open all night and last night's money is still in there."

"I have no money! I'm sorry!" The clerk stated adamantly.

"YOU'RE LIEING! JUST GIVE ME THE DAMN MONEY!" The man screamed this at the clerk and blasted a hole in the frozen foods isle with a warning shot. "The next one's for you, commie."

The clerk was incredibly startled, breathing heavily. All the other customers seemed equally alarmed, frozen where they stood, silently anxious. Mothers clung desperately to their children, husbands to wives. Total strangers huddled together for the comfort of human interaction, watching the man with bated breath as he negotiated with the clerk, who was still adamant that there was no money to be had.

Mary Jane was panicked. Fearing for her life, she decided to make a desperate attempt at escape. She would call for help when she was far enough away. She was already standing very close to the door; she took a step in it's direction. Another step, and he still didn't notice. She was at the threshold, gently and slowly pushing open the glass door when a loud "Bee-oop" issued from the door, intended to alert the cashier of a customer.

"I SAID DON'T MOVE, BITCH!" the gun was now pointed at Mary Jane. He pulled back the hammer, and threw his dirty fingers onto the trigger. Mary Jane screamed and dove behind a display of Frito Lay potato chips just as a very loud shattering sound emitted from the man's general direction.

Something hit her ankle, but it didn't feel like a bullet. It was a shard of broken glass, hundreds of them. Millions of tiny shards flew to the floor, but they never heard a shot fired from the armed robber, just a tiny, squeaking sort of noise. Two women rushed to help Mary Jane to her feet, and she saw the entire scene.

The man was suspended by a gigantic spider-web, his gun on the floor mere inches from his hands! And in the midst of it all, a young man in a red and blue spandex suit stood, walking over to check that the woman who had been the intended target for the gunshots, Mary Jane, was indeed all right.

Mary Jane's eyes grew wide; though her face was very pale, her blue green iris glittered in the early morning sunlight. A soft whisper emitted from lips.

"Peter?" she whispered, the women holding her up leaned closer to try to hear her, but couldn't. Spiderman was racing towards her just as Mary Jane collapsed into the ladies arms, fainting from surprise and complete mental exhaustion.


For those who asked, there's your first Spiderman appearance :) Okay, please please PLEASE read and review, signed or anonymous, like it or not. Thanks much!

Leha