The next day, a lonely man sat sulking up on top of a building. That's all he was good at these days. I mean, meeting the twin of the girl who died because you couldn't be there fast enough did that to your ego. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything right anymore. He laid back and sighed. "God must hate me." He said to himself. "Yeah, he does." Someone said back. Spider-Man sat up and looked around. "Dare Devil? What the hell are you doing here?" He asked as the man in red walked closer to him. "Spider-Man, what the hell are you doing?" He didn't answer.
Dare Devil sat down next to him. "Spider-Man, have you seen yourself lately? You're a mess. I'm surprised the Bugle isn't all over you." Spider-Man sighed. "Just because I saved Jameson's life and stopped a counterfeiting operation that was going on under his basement." Dare Devil laughed. Something the man without fear didn't usually do. "I heard about the fire." He said finally. "Who hasn't?" "You were okay for a while. What happened?" Spider-Man sighed deeply. "The girl who died in the fire," He began. "I just met her twin." Dare Devil shook his head. What are the odds? Spider-Man must have the worst luck in the entire world!
"Spider-Man, I know you have your own way of dealing with things, but you cant just mope around day and night. It'll make it worse. Get out and do something, keep your mind busy." Spider-Man knew he was right. He hated when other people were right. It made him get that Man I'm Stupid feeling. And he did feel really stupid right now. Being lectured by a super hero legend.
"I know, Dare Devil. But there's a lot on my mind already." Dare Devil nodded. "Take a day off. Spend some time with your girl, and have fun. Then you can worry about the King Pin." Spider-Man started. "How do you know?" Spider-Man asked. Dare Devil got up and laughed. "You're not the only super hero taking on The King Pin." Spider-Man laughed too. He had almost forgotten. Dare Devil saluted Spider-Man, then took off. Wow. Spider-Man wished he was that cool.
After banging his head (on accident, this time) he was off to see Mary Jane. He had spent all day on that rooftop, and it's time he tried to work through this, with the woman he loved at his side. That sounded nice. So he crawled down the wall and into his room window. Mary Jane was sitting on the couch, starring into the television. It was a news report about Spider-Man. Figures.
"M.J.?" "Peter!" She said, getting up quickly and shutting off the television. She wiped a tear from her eye. He could tell she was worried. "Where have you been?" She asked him after a long hug. "On the roof," He laughed. "Come on, let's go." "Where?" She asked him like he was nuts. "Anywhere but here. Let's go out to lunch." Mary Jane smiled as she put on her windbreaker. He told Mary Jane he'd meet her downstairs as he threw on clothes over his spider-suit.
They went to the Moonbeam Diner, a place Mary Jane had worked once before. Peter wanted to get back to the Bugle, and talk about the counterfeiting, but he realized that this was batter. He was calm, not even thinking out the fire, and just enjoying lunch with his beloved wife.
"Mary Jane, how's your acting going?" He asked as he sipped a cup of coffee. "Good," She replied. "The play's stupid, about this girl who's in love, but the guy's never around, so she cheats on him and stuff like that." Peter swallowed. "You'd never cheat on me, right?" Peter asked. "I mean, I'm never around, but we're in love. You know I'd stop if I could, right?" Mary Jane stopped him. "Peter. You have a responsibility to protect people. I understood that when I married you. And I have a responsibility to deal with it and accept it." Peter sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I married the right woman."
All of sudden, a man in sunglasses sat next to Peter. "Uh…can I help you, sir?" Peter asked. "It's me, Matt." Peter stated. "Matt Murdock?" The man nodded. Peter slapped himself in the forehead. He wasn't used to all these people knowing his identity. "Baby, who is this man?" "He's…a…a colleague." Peter winked at her. "Ooh. O-Okay." "You're needed at the Bugle," The man said. " King Pin's got Jameson." Peter's eyes widened. "What?" Oh no. Jameson! "Baby, I've gotta go, okay? We'll go out for dinner instead." Mary Jane sighed. "Go. You've got a job to do." A few minutes later, Spider-Man and Dare Devil were swinging through the city. "How did you know where to find me?" Spider-Man asked. "Where else could you get a cheap meal with your wife?"
They reached the Daily Bugle offices, and there were cops surrounding the perimeter. "How that hell do we get in? We don't have the best reputation, you know." Dare Devil pointed to a trashcan on the side of the building. "The secret passageway, I presume?" Spider-Man felt stupid again. Of course! They could sneak in through there.
Spider-Man and Dare Devil felt around for a lever or something. He tried opening the trashcan, but that didn't work. "Maybe there's a brick, like in Harry Potter." Spider-Man said, tapping the wall. Dare Devil rolled his eyes. "Did anyone tell you that you watch way too much television?" But as he finished his sentence, a brick Spider-Man had tapped on sank into the wall. The secret door opened. Dare Devil stood there in awe. "Do you feel as stupid as you look?" Spider-Man laughed, heading inside the tunnel. "Not possible." He replied as the door shut behind him.