(A/N: Id like to dedicate this chapter to Anon (girl), I hope this satisfies your purple and green pet shark Fishy)

Peter was walking through the Park near his school with his hands in his pockets. He couldn't stop thinking about the event that took place not an hour ago. ~How could I have said those things?~ Peter thought to himself. Even with his jacket on, in was freezing outside, but Peter didn't seem to care, not to mention the fact that he's walking alone in the park at night is practically an open invitation for a mugger, but that wouldn't be anything Peter couldn't handle.

~I doesn't make sense,~ Peter thought to himself again. ~How could I get so angry at someone I liked for more than half of my life!?~ Peter's anger was raising again...but this time...he was mad at himself. Peter then started thinking about the same thing he found himself thinking about for a while now, which is how he would've handled the situation if he wasn't bitten by that spider. Would he have been more calm? Would he have not been angry at all? Peter slowly came to the conclusion that it simply didn't matter anymore. What's done is done and he now knows what he has to do. Apologize.

~But what will I say? How do I apologize for somethi-~ Just then, Peter stopped in his tracks. Spider-sense. Peter looked toward the direction the danger was coming from, and found nothing out of the ordinary. He then looked all around him. Although he couldn't out of the ordinary, put heard something. It sounded like rapid clicking. At first Peter thought is was someone just passing by, but then he slowly idenified the clicking as paper...or cards.

Peter decided to ignore it and continue walking, knowing that if anything tries to hurt him, he will detect it. Just a few seconds after he began walking, his Spider-sense triggered and he heard that clicking noise again. He looked toward the noise and the danger was coming to find a man leaning on a tree with a deck of cards he was shuffling. The man wore a black shirt and black pants with a brown trench coat, biker gloves, and some kind of ski mask reveling only his face and brown hair. After a few moments of silence, the stranger decided to speak up. "Bonjour, monsieur" he said with a southern accent.

French? This was certainly different. "Bonjour," Peter replied. The stranger's face had a look of surprise, as if thinking that Peter didn't know French. Peter spoke up again. "Qui vous est?" he said, which means "Who are you?"

The stranger then smiled with amusement. "Personne le spécial, juste un mutant, comme vous" he replied.

Peter cringed after hearing him say that. "Uh...sorry buddy," Peter responded in English. "I don't speak that much French,"

The stranger let out a little laugh and said in an unmistakable southern voice, "I said I'm like you, a mutant," as he was shuffling is cards in many different ways.

Peter felt intimidated, although his face didn't show it. Another mutant, and according to Peter's sixth sense, he isn't all that friendly. This is going to be a long night. "Really?" was Peter's response. "What's your power, cuz I sure hope it's not shuffling cards,"

The stranger smiled again. "Well, maybe it is," he says. "But you shouldn't take cards so lightly," He picked out a card which was the 7 of hearts. "Because you'll never know...." all of a sudden, the card started glowing. "...when they might..." He threw the card at a tree a couple of feet away from Peter, then exploded. "...surprise you,"

Peter mentally braced himself. "So...Que voulez-vous?" he asked.

The stranger laughed again before responding. "Gambit just wants to give you a warning..." he said. Peter took a step back, wondering if he's speaking in the third person, or if there's another guy named "Gambit".

"And what warning is that?" Peter asked.

The stranger just picked out three more cards and they too began to glow. "Let's just say, Magneto doesn't like it when people run away." Spider- sense. Peter quickly jumped to the left and surely enough, the three cards were chucked at the spot he once was. As soon as the cards exploded, Peter jump towards the man who had to be Gambit, but he swiftly side stepped Peter resulting Peter sticking to the three, then tackling Gambit down.

Gambit quickly got loose from Peter's grip and kicked himself up. Peter did the same. They both took a fighting stance and gazed at each other. Gambit was the first to speak up. "Your not too bad, mon ami,"

"Yeah," Peter said. "So, you wanna continue this?"

"I would," began Gambit. "But now, Gambit's only a massager. You better watch your back, Araignée-homme. Becoming an X-Man only means that you're an enemy to us," Gambit began to turn to talk away, but stopped. "Oh, by the way..." he began. He took out a wallet from his pocket and tossed it to Peter. "You got to learn to take a picture, Mon Ami," Peter looked into the wallet only to find his ID picture in it. Peter checked his back pocket and found it empty.

"What? You call trying to blow me up, and taking my walley a message?" Peter asked.

"Not really" replied Gambit. "To tell you the truth...this town's borin'. Gambit just wanted to have a little fun, is all," he said as he turned around and began to walk away, but before Gambit got too far, Peter spun a web onto Gambit's coat. Gambit turned around.

"Well then, messager boy," Peter called out as Gambit cut the web off of his coat with a playing card. "Tell this...Magneto...of your's, that I ain't afraid," Gambit didn't reply. He just smiled and walked away. Peter didn't walk away right away, he just leaned against a near-by tree and began to think.

~Magneto... That must be the guy who sent those polls after me the night Uncle Ben died...~

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Peter finally came up his front door, but before he entered his house, he looked at his watch...10:21...Aunt May must have been asleep by now. He went inside his house and noticed all of the lights were shut off, except one...which is what Aunt May usually does when she goes to bed before Peter comes home. After his fight with Gambit, Peter felt a little tired, but decided to get a snack before he goes to bed.

Peanut Butter and Jelly. Traditional snack in the Parker household. Peter practically inhale the sandwich, which had more jelly than peanut butter because he took the very last little portion. Noticing the trash can was empty, Peter began to take the trash out....realizing this is probably gonna be the last time he does that for a while.

Peter opened the back door to his house to the sound of crickets, and faint yelling. The yelling was, of course, coming from the Watson house next door. As he put the trash bag in the trash can, he cringed after hearing those horrible words that left those people's mouths.

"ALL I WANT IS A DAMN BEER!" said a man's voice.

"THEN GET OFF YOUR FAT, LAZY ASS AND GET ONE!" said a woman's voice.

"WOULD YOU TWO STOP YELLING!!!" said a very familiar younger woman's voice.

Peter couldn't make out the rest of the words, but he flinched in surprise as the back door to the Watson house swung open followed by a red-headed girl. She looked as if she was running out, crying. She noticed Peter across the fence that divided the property. "Where you listening to that?" she asked.

"No," Peter answered immediately. "I mean...uh...well..it was pretty loud,"

"I bet you could hear us all the time, huh?" she asked.

"Well...everyone yells..." he said trying to comfort her.

"Your Aunt never does," she said.

"Believe me, she could scream pretty good sometimes," they both laughed a little bit, followed by an awkward silence.

"Listen, Peter," began Mary Jane breaking the silence. "About earlier...Im sorry,"

Peter wasn't expecting this. "What? Why are you sorry? I'm the one who said all those stupid things....god damn! I don't know what I was thinking,"

"But you were right! How could I call myself your friend when I just sat there and watched Flash...you know..."

"No. I'm the one who's sorry. There wasn't anything you could've done, there was no reason to blame you,"

"I could've told him to stop..."

"I think you tried that once," he said.

Mary Jane remembered. That was the day Peter punched out Flash. "Right..you really freaked everyone out that day. I mean one minute, you get beat up an, and the next...you fight like you've been doing it all your life,"

"It was just luck. Turns out Flash isn't that much of a fighter...uh...no offense,"

MJ laughed. "No actually, he's been nicer ever since you socked him one,"

Peter laughed. "Well, at least some good came out of it,"

MJ all of a sudden put a serious look on her face. "Peter...I still mean what I said earlier. I still...or rather...I want us to become friends,"

"Lets start over then...." Peter extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Peter Parker."

MJ laughed and grabbed Peter's hand. "Mary Jane Watson," she replied.

"Mary Jane..." Peter echoed. "That's a nice name,"

Mary Jane laughed. "You know...your taller than you look,"

"I hutch,"

"Don't"

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When something is gained, something is always lost. It's impossible to live without facing that fact. For days I've thought about what I will be gaining. A nice place to live, a new school, friends...basically a new chance at having a life. But the old things, the things that I've grown used to, the things that I have taken for granted, will know be in my wake. I will miss it, but nothing will change unless I move forward....

(A/N: Yeah, I made them friends. Sorry to all you MJ haters. Review PLEASE!)