Amanda and Peter had walked into the hospital separately, Peter about to faint from blood loss. Amanda sat in a chair, scared as shit and watching her friend limp down the marble floor.

That's when Peter collapsed. Amanda rose from her seat, like everyone else. A doctor ran over and checked his vitals and everything that was the routine procedure. Then they dragged him off, and Amanda was left alone with terrible thoughts and full of hope.

Pain. That was the first thing Peter realized when he opened his eyes. Pain. It hurt like a bitch!

What the…ooh yeah. I was shot. Wait… I was shot? I was shot! Ooh my god I was shot!

Peter pushed himself to sit up straight. Doctors were outside his room. He could hear them talking from beyond the door.

I gotta get outta here…OOOWWWW! CRAP THAT HURT!

Peter dove out the window and crawled down the street, full of agony and being tortured with each movement of his shoulder. His spider sense went off as soon as the doctors entered the room with some policemen.

Ooh yeah, thanks a lot, spider sense! Where were you when I was frigging shot!

Amanda heard the pandemonium of a missing patient. People were running around everywhere. That patient was Peter, she concluded. He was okay…he was alive…he was Spider-Man…

Amanda ran from the waiting room, clutching the plastic bag full of the items…and his costume…

He was Spider-Man? This whole time? Why…how…oh holy shit!

She met him outside, awkwardly, of course. He was hiding behind another dumpster when Amanda found him. Boy, he sure did like dumpsters.

He stood up, his shoulder wrapped up with mounds of bandages. She squeezed the handle of the bag.

"You were Spider-Man? This…this whole time?"

"Yeah."

"You were stalking me?" She asked again, casually.

"Yeah." He shrugged, later realizing that that hurt and it was a bad idea.

"I can't believe it."

"Yeah. I know. I…I didn't want to tell you…because you hated Spider-Man. And…if I was Spider-Man…"

"You didn't save my mom from that mugger?"

Peter gave another painful sigh. "Yes. That was me."

"I can't believe it. Peter. My friend, Peter, is Spider-Man."

"I mean…I liked you, Amanda. I mean, I DO like you. And if I was Spider-Man…"

She put her hand up. "I understand, Peter."

"You do?"

"Yeah. But…I mean…"

"What?" he asked.

"I've…I've been seeing someone else."

"Who?"

"Harry Osborn"