Amanda loved the evening. Not nightime, but when the sun was going to set, when dinner was being made, when homework was all finished, and when she had time to herself. Amanda was on the phone with one of the new friends she had made, Wendy. Wendy was best friends with Mary Jane, and since Mary Jane had been hanging out with Harry and herself at the time Spider-Man saved their butts, Wendy knew all about it. And she wanted the details from each one of them.
"What did he look like?"
"I don't know."
"Was he cute?"
"I guess. He seemed like he...like...knew us."
"Cool!" Wendy was so excited Amanda felt the energy through the phone.
"I don't want to talk about it. You know how much I hate Spider-Man."
"Yeah...but, didn't he apologize?" Wendy asked.
"Sorta...I mean, he wrote an apology letter."
"Doesn't that count as an actual apology?"
"Yeah. I guess...oops. Got someone on the other line. Hold on." Amanda said.
"Holding."
Amanda cleared her throat as she switched to the other line. Who could it be? She didn't really know a lot of people since she moved.
"You have a collect call from Peter Parker. To Accept, Say Yes." Said an automated female voice.
"Yes. Peter! What's going on? I was just talking to Wendy."
"Amanda?" said a weak voice from the other end of the phone.
"Peter? Are you okay?"
"...Help...Me...Pain..."
"Peter? Oh my god, where are you?"
"Don't bring...anyone...help..."
After he slowly gave her directions to his location and what she should bring, she darted out the door, accidently hanging up on Wendy as well. She darted towards the city and got a cab as soon as she could.
Peter...what the hell could have happened?