Ultimate Chase Part II

Confrontation

"Peter." Said his Aunt May as he opened the door, she looked as if she had been crying. Her eyes were red and her face was twisted with fury. In her hand she held up a familiar red-and-blue costume. "What is this?"

Quick Peter! Think fast!

"It's a ...uh... halloween costume." Peter lied lamely,

"A Halloween costume?" Asked May dryly

Peter simpled nodded.

"You went and bought a halloween costume, in the middle of August?" She added,

Peter didn't reply.

"Let's try again shall we? What. Is. This?" May said "Are you Spider-man?"

Peter sighed and tried to find the words to explain this to her. How was he supposed to tell her that he was a feared vigillantie, because of the guy he worked Saturday afternoon decided to pick on him. And Spider-man is actually a good guy? The best place to start was, as always the beginning.

"Aunt May," Peter said, walking into the front room and sitting down. "Let me explain... this is going to sound like something out of a comic book. But I swear, it's all true."

May sat down, unconsiously making herself comfortable to listen to her nephews tale.

"Remember that field trip I went too, at Oscorp?" he asked, May nodded "Well the spider that bit me was some sort of experiment... right? Somehow the spider's wallcralling abilites were imprinted on to my D.N.A, and my strength and agility increased. I also got this... spider-sense, thing. That allowed me to know when danger was coming. Well I decided to test my new found powers in the wrestling ring at the mall... and when I won... I started getting over-confident... I let a criminal go by, because I didn't see any reason to help... because no one ever helped me."

"Peter." Said May, her moral-drive kicking in, "I thought we taught you better then that."

"You did. And Uncle Ben tried to warn me. He told me 'With Great Power, Comes Great Responsiblity.', but I didn't listen and I let that burglar go. Then he..."

Peter closed his eyes and clenched his fist. Trying to fight back the tears.

"He was the one who shot Uncle Ben... the criminal I let escape... was Uncle Ben's murderer...so I decided, I decided that as long as I had these abilites... I'd make up for it. I'd do the right thing, and stop the bad guys... I wanted to tell you Aunt May. Really... I did. But I didn't want you to worry."

May shook her head, she just sat there. Peter reached out, then retracted his hand. He looked away, then looked back. May was equally as confused at what to do. In the end she got up, her eyes swelling with tears again and went upstairs. Peter sighed.

So much for life being good.

Peter went up to the Attic and logged on, Sure enough Kitty was waiting for him online.

kittypryde: Hi Peter :

doubleP:Hi...

kittypryde: What's up?

doubleP: My aunt... found out who I am.

kittypryde: oh.

doubleP: yeah.

kittypryde: you want me to come over tomorrow?

doubleP: Yeah... please, seeing you would really cheer me up.

kittypryde: 'Kay. :)

doubleP: Thanks Kitty, I'm gonna go to sleep now. : see you tomorrow.

kittypryde: Try not to worry about it too much. : g'night sweet dreams.

doubleP: Only if I dream of you.

kittypryde:Aww you big romantic, you.

doubleP:Yeah, I know.

kittypryde: Sleep. Now.

doubleP: okay. bye.

kittypryde: bye!

doubleP has logged off

Kitty frowned, their night had gone so well. But Peter wouldn't remember it now. He'd always remember today as the day his only living relative found out his secert identity. She couldn't help wondering what it would mean for their relationship. Would it be easier, would it be harder? Would he be allowed to keep seeing her? Those were questions for another time.

Like tomorrow, after I've had some sleep. Kitty thought, even though she knew she wouldn't much sleep.

The next morning May was, as usual, up before Peter and had cooked him breakfast, Peter sat down at the table and poked the food with his fork, but didn't actually eat any.

"Good morning to you too, lazy bones." said May.

Peter didn't reply, he just looked at her guiltly then went back to staring at the plate infront of him.

"About last night..." Peter started, May shook her head.

"I'm not going to lie," she said, "I am angry. I'm angry that you didn't do the right thing, but I don't blame you for your Uncle's death. I'm also angry you didn't tell me sooner. But, I'm very proud of you too. You save people, despite what they think. You carried on doing it, knowning I hated your secert identity because you knew it needed to be done."

Peter felt a little better, but not much.

"Does anyone else know?" asked Aunt May, Peter nodded.

"Yeah," he said, "Too many people. Mary Jane knows because I told her, I had to break up with her to keep her safe. Gwen knew too... Too many of my enemies know. The X-men and Nick Fury and the Ultimates know too."

"You broke up with Mary to keep her safe, but you went and got a new girlfriend." Asked May skeptically,

"My uh... my new girlfriend Kitty, is.. she's a mutant. She's one of the X-men." explained Peter

knock knock knock.

"I'll get that," said May

Peter sighed, he wasn't about to say. "No, don't it's my mutant girlfriend, you know from the secert life I only just told you about." He just sat there, still not believing how well she'd handled it. But when he heard Aunt May open the door his spider-sense started going off. Peter jumped up and ran to the door to see Nick Fury holding a gun to his Aunt's head.

"Sorry kiddo," He said, "But this is the only way I can ensure that you'll co-operate."

"Fury!" Shouted Peter "I'll"

"Go get your webshooters." Fury said cooly, "And anything else related to Spider-man, your webslinging days are over."

"What?" Asked Peter in confusion and anger, "Where the hell did this come from?"

"It's for your own good kiddo, now get your stuff and come with me."

Peter snarled at Nick, then stormed up to the attic, he needed to leave Kitty a message but one no one else would understand just incase someone was watching the house. What was going on? The week was getting worse by the minute. He grabbed his stuff and quickly scribbled on a piece of paper.

"Ultimate Tool"

It was a long shot, but he hoped she'd understand. He was going to need help, why would Fury hold his Aunt hostage...

Something wasn't adding up, and Peter intended to find out what. He went back downstairs and left the house with Fury.

Sometime later Kitty showed up at his house, she knocked on the door and waited, trying to think off something to see to Peter's Aunt should she answer the door. The best she could come up with is. "Hi, I'm Kitty." but it didn't seem enough considering the circumstances. No responce. She tried knocking again. Still nothing. Kitty phased through the door, she knew it was wrong. What if his Aunt wasn't answering because she was upset? Something didn't feel right though, and when she got inside that theory was given even more evidance.

"Hello?" Asked Kitty, "Peter? Mrs. Parker?"

Kitty ventured into the kitchen. Breakfast was still on the table and it had gone cold... half-eaten. She wandered upstairs and into Peter's room. She didn't like the fact that her first time in Peter's room was to search for him, she looked up the stairs to the attic and noticed the door was open. She wandered around the room. Nothing. Kitty sighed and sat down at Peter's computer, looking down at the keyboard she noticed a small slip of paper. Kitty picked it up.

"Ultimate Tool..." she said to herself

"See that?" asked Peter, "The Ultimates live there."

"That Nick Fury's a tool." Replied Kitty, Peter smirked, "Sorry, he is."

"Oh, I know" Said Peter, he grinned shyly, "I uh... I clocked him one a few weeks back."

"No way." Kitty said amazed,

"Knocked his eye patch right off." Peter said, punching his hand softly.

"Ha! Why?" Asked Kitty, smiling

"He's being a jerk..."

Was that what Peter was refering too, or was it something else? She didn't know if it was a clue or not... but she needed help. She'd go ask the Professor to find out where Peter is. Then she'd go save him.

To Be Continued...