BlackRoseApocalyps: Yeah I hoped people would like that thing with
Lockheed, it's not exactly something you can get used to right away, as
for the ash thing...ouch, that had to hurt, and I've been burned
several times.
The Uncanny R-Man: You're kidding me?! See this is what happens when the only comic store in town closes. You never hear about stuff like that. I though The X-Treme title was still on. Damn I'm so far behind it's not funny.
Ghost in the Machine: (In response to e-mail) I understand your position and I do try and be as accurate as I can, but I'm only human. Plus the way you described him traveling there is how I meant it, looking back I just forgot to write it like that, sorry. But if the spelling is a problem (And I've seen much worse then that) and if it bothers you so much then do what I do, don't read. If I lose someone because they can't stand my writing well I'll be honest, I don't like it. But if you're going to complain all the time I also don't like that either. So you've got a choice to make.
THE NEW TEACHER
CHAPTER 9: ONE OF THOSE DAYS
'Well this is going great.' Peter thought to himself. So far he had spent Sunday morning finishing up some schoolwork for Monday, and in the afternoon he was just swinging around New York, just doing his thing.
He spotted a robbery in progress and decided to try and 'convince' them to put it back. Or web them up after beating them black and blue for the cops, either way was fine. He was doing well too.
He had the situation under control most of them were either webbed upped or unconscious. That is until his spider sense went off. He leaped up and over thinking on of the goons was trying to attack from behind.
That would have been better, since the guy not only grabbed his ankle, but also slammed him into a wall pretty hard, he guessed this wasn't the normal kind of thief. While looking up he saw the ringleader of this merry band. "Well spider long time no see." Said a tall vary built and vary pale looking man in black.
"Oh great Tombstone. I thought you left town or something?" Spider-man said getting up. Tombstone smiled cruelly at him. "Just buying my time spider, until things settled down in the underworld, with the Kingpin gone and all there's a power facum."
"And let me guess. You're going to try and fill it? No offence, wait strike that, offence intended but you're not exactly Mr. Subtle like Fisk was." Spider-Man said to him, this only seemed to anger Tombstone.
The fight was short, but brutal. By the time the cops showed up tombstone and his goons were all neatly tied up and luckily Peter got a few good action shots in. He decided to call it a night since his ribs were killing him, not to mention all the bruises.
It had taken him a while to get home. It was night now, and that meant he could get into the apartment through the window without too much worry about someone seeing him. He walked across the apartment and put the camera on a table with his mask, gloves and web shooters.
He also had to get the film developed and ready for J.J. for the next morning. 'Great, I got to get there early and droop them off, get yelled at, get under paid and then hurry across town and get to the Xavier Institute for classes.'
Peter raised the one arm that didn't hurt when he raised it, to pinch the bridge of his nose for the headache that would do, I was going to be one of those day. In fact since it was past midnight it already was one of those days already, and the sun wasn't even out yet.
'Some days were best if I just didn't get out of bed.' He thought to himself.
He went to the kitchen were the spare first aid kit was. After years of doing this he learned the hard way to always keep more then one and to keep both in good supply. He gritted his teeth and pulled the top of his costume off. The familiar pain of bruised ribs stabbed through his body.
He was about to tape them up when the door to the bedroom opened. MJ stood there looking at him. She went over to him and helped him. Neither one of them said a word. They had gone through this so many times they didn't need to speak. She had seen him far worse then this, but it still hurt to see Peter like this.
She hated the fact he got hurt while doing this, but she also knew he couldn't stop this, and that he was needed out there. She knew how important it was what he did. After he was all bandaged up, and his cuts sterilized and covered she sat down next to him on the couch.
She rested her head on his shoulder and he tilted his head on hers. He needed her at times like this when he was exhausted and needed her the most. Then he moved up. "Peter what are you doing? You should be resting."
Peter gave a tired sigh. "I should get those photos done for JJ in the morning, you know how he is, he's most likely going to be angry that I didn't give him the photos this night."
MJ looked at the clock, it said 2:34 am. "Peter I doubt he would...on second thought, I think he would."
Peter smiled for the first time in hours. "Why don't you go to bed while I finish up. I don't want to keep you up." MJ looked concerned at him. "Peter maybe you should call in sick tomorrow for classed. You won't be any shape for tomorrow."
Peter shook his head. "I can't do that MJ, I don't want to ruin this, like last time."
MJ watched him go off to collect his camera. She went to bed and tried to sleep but couldn't. Peter didn't come to bed for over and hour and he was still in his uniform, too tired to take the rest of it off.
In the morning MJ woke up and saw Peter still asleep. It was 7:38 in the morning, and she looked at Peter. He still seemed to tired and there were bags under his eyes.
She decided to let him sleep. She quietly went into the living room and went to the phone. She called the Institute number. "Xavier Institute." Came a familiar voice of Logan.
She breathed a sigh of relief. She knew he knew about Peter's other life. "Logan I need you to tell them Peter won't be in today."
There was a silence on the other line. "Is it bad?" He said evenly, MJ couldn't tell if he was concerned or just wanted to know how long he would be out for.
"He ran into someone last night and it got a little rough, he didn't get to bed until about three in the morning, and he's dead tired. He asked me to wake him, but he needs his rest, so I'm letting him sleep in. So could you tell the others he's sick or something?"
"Sure no problem" There was a short silence. "You're a good wife to that guy." Logan said to her. She smiled at the voice on the other line. "I know, and thanks." She hung up the phone and went to check on Peter. He was sound asleep and she got a few pieces of clothing and snuck back out.
She dressed up and found the photos he had done the night before. She planned on giving them to Jameson personally so he didn't have to get up. She called in Aunt May to look in after Peter while she was out.
She told her the basics of everything and May told her she would be right over to look after him. MJ thanked her and wrote a note and placed it next to Peter quietly so if he woke up, he would know what had happened.
She slipped out of their apartment without a sound, and locked it behind her. She may not be able to stop him from getting hurt in a fight, but she could look out after him after it was done.
NEXT UP CHAPTER 10: LOOKING AFTER PARKER
The Uncanny R-Man: You're kidding me?! See this is what happens when the only comic store in town closes. You never hear about stuff like that. I though The X-Treme title was still on. Damn I'm so far behind it's not funny.
Ghost in the Machine: (In response to e-mail) I understand your position and I do try and be as accurate as I can, but I'm only human. Plus the way you described him traveling there is how I meant it, looking back I just forgot to write it like that, sorry. But if the spelling is a problem (And I've seen much worse then that) and if it bothers you so much then do what I do, don't read. If I lose someone because they can't stand my writing well I'll be honest, I don't like it. But if you're going to complain all the time I also don't like that either. So you've got a choice to make.
THE NEW TEACHER
CHAPTER 9: ONE OF THOSE DAYS
'Well this is going great.' Peter thought to himself. So far he had spent Sunday morning finishing up some schoolwork for Monday, and in the afternoon he was just swinging around New York, just doing his thing.
He spotted a robbery in progress and decided to try and 'convince' them to put it back. Or web them up after beating them black and blue for the cops, either way was fine. He was doing well too.
He had the situation under control most of them were either webbed upped or unconscious. That is until his spider sense went off. He leaped up and over thinking on of the goons was trying to attack from behind.
That would have been better, since the guy not only grabbed his ankle, but also slammed him into a wall pretty hard, he guessed this wasn't the normal kind of thief. While looking up he saw the ringleader of this merry band. "Well spider long time no see." Said a tall vary built and vary pale looking man in black.
"Oh great Tombstone. I thought you left town or something?" Spider-man said getting up. Tombstone smiled cruelly at him. "Just buying my time spider, until things settled down in the underworld, with the Kingpin gone and all there's a power facum."
"And let me guess. You're going to try and fill it? No offence, wait strike that, offence intended but you're not exactly Mr. Subtle like Fisk was." Spider-Man said to him, this only seemed to anger Tombstone.
The fight was short, but brutal. By the time the cops showed up tombstone and his goons were all neatly tied up and luckily Peter got a few good action shots in. He decided to call it a night since his ribs were killing him, not to mention all the bruises.
It had taken him a while to get home. It was night now, and that meant he could get into the apartment through the window without too much worry about someone seeing him. He walked across the apartment and put the camera on a table with his mask, gloves and web shooters.
He also had to get the film developed and ready for J.J. for the next morning. 'Great, I got to get there early and droop them off, get yelled at, get under paid and then hurry across town and get to the Xavier Institute for classes.'
Peter raised the one arm that didn't hurt when he raised it, to pinch the bridge of his nose for the headache that would do, I was going to be one of those day. In fact since it was past midnight it already was one of those days already, and the sun wasn't even out yet.
'Some days were best if I just didn't get out of bed.' He thought to himself.
He went to the kitchen were the spare first aid kit was. After years of doing this he learned the hard way to always keep more then one and to keep both in good supply. He gritted his teeth and pulled the top of his costume off. The familiar pain of bruised ribs stabbed through his body.
He was about to tape them up when the door to the bedroom opened. MJ stood there looking at him. She went over to him and helped him. Neither one of them said a word. They had gone through this so many times they didn't need to speak. She had seen him far worse then this, but it still hurt to see Peter like this.
She hated the fact he got hurt while doing this, but she also knew he couldn't stop this, and that he was needed out there. She knew how important it was what he did. After he was all bandaged up, and his cuts sterilized and covered she sat down next to him on the couch.
She rested her head on his shoulder and he tilted his head on hers. He needed her at times like this when he was exhausted and needed her the most. Then he moved up. "Peter what are you doing? You should be resting."
Peter gave a tired sigh. "I should get those photos done for JJ in the morning, you know how he is, he's most likely going to be angry that I didn't give him the photos this night."
MJ looked at the clock, it said 2:34 am. "Peter I doubt he would...on second thought, I think he would."
Peter smiled for the first time in hours. "Why don't you go to bed while I finish up. I don't want to keep you up." MJ looked concerned at him. "Peter maybe you should call in sick tomorrow for classed. You won't be any shape for tomorrow."
Peter shook his head. "I can't do that MJ, I don't want to ruin this, like last time."
MJ watched him go off to collect his camera. She went to bed and tried to sleep but couldn't. Peter didn't come to bed for over and hour and he was still in his uniform, too tired to take the rest of it off.
In the morning MJ woke up and saw Peter still asleep. It was 7:38 in the morning, and she looked at Peter. He still seemed to tired and there were bags under his eyes.
She decided to let him sleep. She quietly went into the living room and went to the phone. She called the Institute number. "Xavier Institute." Came a familiar voice of Logan.
She breathed a sigh of relief. She knew he knew about Peter's other life. "Logan I need you to tell them Peter won't be in today."
There was a silence on the other line. "Is it bad?" He said evenly, MJ couldn't tell if he was concerned or just wanted to know how long he would be out for.
"He ran into someone last night and it got a little rough, he didn't get to bed until about three in the morning, and he's dead tired. He asked me to wake him, but he needs his rest, so I'm letting him sleep in. So could you tell the others he's sick or something?"
"Sure no problem" There was a short silence. "You're a good wife to that guy." Logan said to her. She smiled at the voice on the other line. "I know, and thanks." She hung up the phone and went to check on Peter. He was sound asleep and she got a few pieces of clothing and snuck back out.
She dressed up and found the photos he had done the night before. She planned on giving them to Jameson personally so he didn't have to get up. She called in Aunt May to look in after Peter while she was out.
She told her the basics of everything and May told her she would be right over to look after him. MJ thanked her and wrote a note and placed it next to Peter quietly so if he woke up, he would know what had happened.
She slipped out of their apartment without a sound, and locked it behind her. She may not be able to stop him from getting hurt in a fight, but she could look out after him after it was done.
NEXT UP CHAPTER 10: LOOKING AFTER PARKER