BJF's Note

Yeah I was bored out of my mind today so writing was the only thing I could really think of doing. So in a shorter time than usual my story is updated. Oh yeah I also started writing a Post Bourne Supremacy thing, so that will posted soon. Read it if you want. It's a lot different than this story, in the way it goes because it has no romance only a little angst and lot's of ruthless action. But anyway that's a different story so here's the next chapter

The Rising of Intentions and Hopes

A small bank downtown New York was already filled. People going in and out nothing out of the ordinary. Till one man entered, he stayed away from the cameras not showing his face. He walked over in a corner and sat in a seat away from the camera's view.

A few minutes later two other men entered and sat down. Once all three of the men who seemed to be ordinary were in. One approached the teller. "Can I help you sir,"

"Yeah you can," he looked back and gave a wink. Then pulled a gun from his coat pocket. "Give me all the money in that safe behind the counter.

The other two pulled mask up over their faces and removed gun's from their pockets. "Everyone get the hell down now," one screamed releasing a bullet into the sealing.

In a few minutes the robbers were done and were leaving the bank. As one stepped out a weird substance hit his eyes and blinded him. Instinctively his hands went up to his eyes. The other's looked around. "What the hell happened," one said as suddenly a strand of the substance on the other mans face grabbed his chest and he was flung into the air.

The last one pulled out his gun as police cars zoomed in front of the building. "Damn't," he said as he backed into the door to the building. He kept his gun aimed outside. As he back up he his something. He turned around to see another masked man in front of him hanging upside down.

"Hola man, perhaps you'd like to put the gun down," said the masked man.

"What the hell," the criminal said.

"Whatever," the other released a punch to the criminals face and he fell down. Then flipped down and went outside shooting a web into the buildings and swinging off.

"Peter wake up, dude," Peter opened his eyes once again his face was implanted in his opened book.

"Dude come on this is the third time this week,"

"Sorry Harry I've had some late nights,"

"Obviously, what the hell do you do,"

"Swing around,"

"Whatever dude I got to go Mr. Briggs is pissed at me as it is I'm not going to be late to his class I'll see you after lunch. Don't fall asleep I need help with physics."

"Right man coming," Peter got up and closed his book. Two more weeks Peter two more weeks and then your free.

He shook himself out of his weariness and walked out down the hall. He rounded a corner. "What ever Flash just leave me alone,"

"MJ, come one,"

"Flash I've got to get to class, I'll see you later,"

"No MJ we've got to talk. Why do you keep brushing me off, you hanging out with the Parker ass

"Flash you know what you have no right to ask what I do, or if I hang out with Peter or anything so you know what screw you,"

"Your talking big to me MJ sure you want to do that,"

"Uh yeah I think she's pretty since she's doing it," Flash turned around to see Peter.

"Hey Parker man,"

"Hey Flash how you doing,"

"Uh fine yeah uh,"

"Yeah so how's that bruise I gave you want another one,"

"No not really,"

"Then I believe you were just leaving," Peter smiled sarcastically.

"I don't know what happened to you Parker, but you better look out because I'm gonna' kick your ass sometime,"

"Funny Flash that's exactly what I've been saying for the past how many years has it been, like five. Piss off," Peter said changing his tone.

"Yeah, yeah MJ I'll see you later then we'll talk," MJ grabbed Flash's arm.

"No you won't Flash I'm sick of this screw you were done," Flash looked confused. He pointed at Peter.

"Your going to die asshole, you better watch your back," Peter looked at him uninterested and sighed.

"Whatever I really don't give a crap, but go ahead maybe me, you and your sorry, loser friends can catch up sometime," Flash looked back angrily and walked off

"See you around Flash," he added smiling as Flash flicked him off. Peter couldn't help, but give a faint chuckle.

"Thanks Peter," MJ said looking at Peter. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. That set Peter's senses into haywire.

"Oh uh yeah don't uh worry about it,"

"Relax Peter it was just a friendly kiss on the cheek to say thanks,"

"Of course, right yeah course. So uh fast break up, you upset," Peter recovered.

"Not really I've hated him for a while, but I just couldn't admit it to myself. So are you alright you gave me a long speech the other night are you recovering,"

"Slowly, but yeah Aunty May's still pretty upset,"

"Anyway I got to get to class MJ, tell me if Flash bother's you again,"

"Yeah thanks again Peter. Hey," she yelled back.

"Yeah,"

"Um you and me we should catch up some time like you know me you and maybe Harry. It's been awhile since we've really talked as friends I mean we've known each other since we were eight."

Wait is she asking me out. No, no you idiot why did she say you me and Harry. Peter stop torturing yourself.

"Yeah we should I guess, hell how about tomorrow night you me and Harry we could go celebrate graduation or something,"

"That would be nice Peter see you tomorrow night then,"

"Yeah, yeah see you...," she walked off. "Beautiful," he said under his breath. He went back to his senses and looked at his watch. "Ten thirty oh crap, crap, I've missed half of class," he ran off towards the class.