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Peter Parker strolled down the sidewalk. He had a huge smile on his face. He grasped a big bouquet of flowers for Mary Jane, who he was on his way to see. Nothing could ruin this day. Nothing. Peter Parker had almost forgotten about the red and blue tights hiding under his clothes. He really wished nothing should happened that would make him be late for Mary Jane or miss their date.
Peter groaned. He had used up an entire salary to pay for the night. He was only a freelance photographer at the Daily Bugle, and J. Jonah Jameson was a big cheap ass, in a nice way of saying it. Peter sighed. Money didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Only Mary Jane mattered. But then that feeling came, and he regretted wearing the costume tonight.
Peter's head started to tingle. His spider-sense was going off. So, Peter Parker ran down an alleyway and threw off his clothes. He folded the flowers underneath his nice polo shirt, hoping they wouldn't snap or wrinkle. And, with his mask in hand, he leaped into the night sky and spun a fat, sticky web to swing on. Why did it have to be now? It was a good thing he had left early.
Spider-Man was a sight to see in the city. Try saying that three times real fast. He was a symbol, of liberty or of pain, and sometimes both. People saw him as they wanted to; hero or villain. Jameson, for example, thought Spider-Man was a lunatic who should be put in jail. And, Mary Jane Watson thought Spider-Man was amazing. It was all about the people. And never who he really was.
As He swung off, he thought about his life as Spider-Man. He was Spider-Man. How many people get to say that in a lifetime? One person. Him. He should consider himself lucky to gain such unbelievable power. But he figured it as a curse. His Uncle Ben had died because of this curse. And so had Peter Parker. The Peter who had always been an outcast and a loser was gone ever since Spider-Man showed up. No matter what he did, though, he could never wind up happy. Until now. Until Mary Jane.
Spider-Man had reached the trouble in no time. Flying on webs did that. There was a small car robbery in a small, cramped alleyway. Close by, too. That was convenient. "I'll take care of you losers, then get back to my social life!" Spider-Man said as he kicked one of the three boys. "Dudes! It's Spider-Man!" One of them cried out, dropping his lock pick. "Well, Captain Obvious, you're next!" Spider-Man quickly spun a web around him, and he fell to the floor. The third guy was really spooked. Spider-Man leaped onto of the car and showed the thug he had nowhere to run. A scary feeling. Spider-Man leaped into the air and tackled the teenager; rolling around on the cold, damp ground. He was knocked out soon. No surprise. The first thug didn't even bother getting back up. No one was a match for Spider-Man.
A few minutes later, Peter Parker strolled down the street with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. His smile could brighten the world. And his mind said one name over and over again. Mary Jane, Mary Jane, Mary Jane. Life could not be sweeter. Peter checked his watch. He was right on time. He was actually early, for once. Wow. This could be the start of something good. Just then, he dropped the bouquet of flowers. His eyes widened. It wasn't his spider-sense this time. No, he saw something truly terrifying. Smoke. But not from a fire. From a glider. The glider of the Green Goblin.
Moments later, Spider-Man was out on the rooftops, secretly perusing the flying lunatic. He had no luck. The Goblin had vanished. Spider-Man sighed as he sat on a rooftop. He peeked over at the door. Mary Jane was there! Just as Spider-Man was about to change, Harry Osborn showed up. He held Mary Jane as Spider-Man's jaw dropped. They kissed, and then walked down the street. Spider-Man couldn't believe it. She was gone. Taken. Stolen away from him. By one of his best friends. Man, could this day get any worse?
Then it did. The Green Goblin showed up.