When the woman awoke, she was on a couch covered with an old blanket in a somewhat run down apartment. The heat was on very high, and a cup of cocoa was waiting for her on the coffee table near the couch. She got up and sipped the cocoa, feeling the warmth go down her throat. Peter Parker walked into the room a few minutes later, a couple of photos in his hand that had a newly added sling; not made from webbing.
"Hello there. Have a nice sleep?" She nodded, unsure of the situation. "Sorry I had to leave. I needed to get my arm fixed up" "What happened?" "See, I found you lying in an alleyway near Spider-Man and the Green Goblin. They were at it, all right. So, I took you to my place. The Goblin saw, and threw one of those bombs at me. We weren't hit, but the debris it made hit my arm." "Oh my! I'm sorry!" "Oh, no. I'm fine. Plus, I got awesome pictures of the brawl!" He said, handing the pictures. "I'm a photographer for the Daily Bugle." He clarified.
"My, these are splendid." She said. He nodded. "How'd you get such good shots?" "Ah, I kinda know Spider-Man a little. It's complicated." "You know Spider-Man? That's amazing!" While she looked at the other photos in silence, he introduced himself. "I'm Peter." She smiled. "I'm Kimberly." She answered, shivering from a small chill in the air. "You almost had hypothermia." He said, pouring some more cocoa into her empty mug. "Thank you, Peter." She said, gulping it down. He laughed. "Your welcomed to stay her, ma'am. You can take the bed if you'd like. I need to run out and get these to my boss." She nodded. "Thanks." "And help yourself to any grub. Make yourself at home, basically. I'll be back soon." "Thanks." Peter closed the door to his apartment and headed towards the Daily Bugle. It was about nine in the morning, he guessed. That meant he had a whole day ahead of him to get to know this woman whom he had saved.
The Bugle was busier than usual. There were a bunch of reporters huddled around all over. "Hey, Betty!" "Oh, hi Pete! What's up?" "What's going on here?" He asked. "Oh, the boss called a conference. Apparently, there was a huge fight between Spider-Man and that Green Goblin thing a few blocks from here!" "Yeah, I know! I have pictures for the boss." Betty smiled. "The briefing hasn't started yet, go on in." He smiled back and opened Jameson's door.
"Parker! What the hell do you want! I have a briefing to do!" "About the Spider-Man versus Gobby fight?" Jameson raised an eyebrow. Peter waved the photos in his face. "You know I wont accept standard freelance fee for this, right? Since its such important news and all?" "Fine! How much?" Groaned the old man. "Lets see…hrm...six hundred minimum." Jameson was bright red. "WHAT!" "You heard me! Or, should I go give these to the New York Post?" Jameson got out his checkbook. "I'll give you more if you can find out the hostage…" He mumbled. "Oh, her name is Kimberly. I didn't catch the last name." "What! How do you know that?" Jameson asked, astonished. Peter shrugged. "Come on Parker! An extra two hundred dollars!" Jameson said. "Okay. I want the check first, though."
Peter smelled the check, making Jameson turn almost purple with rage. "Alright. For eight hundred, it's worth it. Okay. I was getting those shots of the fight, when I passed this girl. She's about my age, has long, straight dark brown hair and dark eyes. Her name is Kimberly." "What did you do?" "I woke her up, helped her get warm. Look, I promised my aunt I'd be there by ten, so I need to get moving." Jameson nodded, as he jotted down the info on a pad.
Peter entered his apartment with a bag around his good arm. "Peter!" Kimberly said, putting down her mug. She ran up and hugged him. Wow, thought Peter. "Hey, Kimmy. You doing okay?" "Much Better!" She said. "Here, I got you some stuff." She took the bad from him and sat down on the couch. He sat beside her. She pulled out a sweatshirt. It was a beautiful shade of light pink, and had the words 'New York Yankees' on it. "Sure hope you're a Yankee fan." She laughed and nodded. Next there was an extra large container of hot chocolate mix. She laughed and hugged him again. "Thanks so much, Peter." She said, putting her hand on his leg. "My pleasure." After a few more cups of cocoa, Peter told her he'd walk her home. Kim said that'd be fine, almost reluctantly. They strolled out of the door, with her new sweatshirt on. It wasn't as cold as last night, but it was lower than fifty degrees of sure.
They didn't talk much during their stroll. They just looked at each other and smiled. She lived just a few blocks away from Peter. As she went up the stairs and opened the door, she planted a small kiss on his cheek. It was later that she found out Peter wrote his phone number on the cover of the hot cocoa.