A/N: Ah, the last chappie.
Pikasqueaks: Why are you telling everyone this?
Thecrazyfanficcer: Because, well... Shouldn't they want to know?
Pikasqueaks: True, but... (shugs and grins) If you look at it that way, I plan to appear in at least ninety percent of your stories, Fanficcer.
Thecrazyfanficcer: (groans loudly) Yeah, whatever...
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"Yup, it's him." Betty peered at the photo of Spider-Man in action, which had been snapped a week earlier, and the one of Peter Parker. The college kid wasn't really doing much in it, just standing there, but one could compare and note that both men displayed in the photographs looked alike.
"I hope you're right about this." Robbie chewed his lip nervously as he watched Betty, his cheeks still slightly flushed. "If not, well, who knows what could happen?"
"All right, then, Rob, I'm using the government files," Betty declared, and made her way over to the sleek-screened computer. Her fingers instantly began flying over the keys, a pale, flesh-coloured blur as she quickly analysed the list of names. "This is just like double-checking, Robbie - don't worry, I know it's him. And so do you.
"Let's see… Peter Parker. Well, first of all, he takes pictures of Spider-Man and refuses to say how he knows everyone's favourite superhero in the first place. For another thing, his grades have been going down, see?"
Robbie glanced at the screen and had to agree with her; since last Monday, though, the youth's grades had been skyrocketing, to rest around the ninety-five mark in science and math and about ninety in everything else.
"Also, he's about the same size and build – that we know for sure. And look." Her fingers quickly flicking over the keys, Betty accessed the homepage of Peter's school. "It's a school for geniuses like him. A while back, his grades were dropping because of…" She typed in something else with a few quick taps. "Severe tardiness."
"I know everything might lead to him, but New York is a big city," Robbie pointed out. "How do we know it's him?" But still, he knew. As Betty had noted earlier. He'd actually figured it out a long while back - way back, when Peter had brought in snapshot after snapshot of Spider-Man, leaving an amazed J. Jonah Jameson in his wake. At times he had seemed fidgety, agitated - as if he had had things to do. He was - as Robbie knew - the one and only Spider-Man.
"Well, the last thing we would need is solid evidence. Since we've got none…" She trailed off suddenly as shock registered on Robbie's face; he reached into the pocket of his sky-blue windbreaker, pulling out a tiny blue object.
One of Spider-Man's web canisters, Robbie had reasoned – sure enough, as Betty gazed over at it now, they could both see, through its transparent sides, what looked like rolls of gossamer webbing. It was tightly tied up, giving off an eerie resemblance to a spool of yarn caught outside of time in the tiny blue container.
"Where'd you find it, Robbie?" Her voice was but a hush-like whisper on the still, dead air.
His hand slowly closed over the web canister. "Under Peter's desk."
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When Peter Parker arrived at work the next day, he found his fellow coworkers Betty Brant and Robbie Robertson waiting for him.
"Why throw in the towel, Spider-Man?" Betty asked morosely as his tall figure neared the two coworkers.
"What?" said Peter. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Or do you, Spider-Man?" Robbie tipped a web canister into Peter's hand.
He stared at the small canister before staring at them, his hand unconsciously tightening around it.
"You know," Peter whispered. "And I can't blame you. I've got the Big Apple to save."
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"Well, that's the end of that," Betty confidently told her associate and accomplice the next day, leaning against the glass window as Spider-Man swung past via thick, sticky white webbing.
Robbie only nodded in reply. He was blushing, blushing, blushing really badly –
Do I dare go into detail? 'Cause, you know what happens next, right?
Suffice to say, they weren't the only ones in love. Right outside the headquaeters, Mary Jane Watson looked up to the bright sky, and, to her surprise, her eyes caught Spider-Man, superhero of New York City. Their gazes met; she ran to him.
"You're back, Spider-Man." She smiled at him, blue-green eyes shining with tears. "You've come back, Peter Parker."
So, that night, under the moonlight, rhythm went with blues and blues went with rhythm, as did life and love, love and life. As did MJ Watson and Pete Parker (also known as Spider-Man, though very few people knew it) and Robbie Robertson and Betty Brant.
Some things never change, I guess. We have this, we have that, but whatever we do, we always have love. Always.
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Thecrazyfanficcer: Well, there you have it. The end of the fanfic. Supposedly, JJJ never asked again about Spider-Man's true identity. He forgot... OK, fine, so it was a plot hole. (blushes and grins)
Pikasqueaks: You know, both Robbie and Betty were OOC. Supposedly Betty won't date any average man. And she's younger. She actually went out with Peter once.
Thecrazyfanficcer: OK, I've got to start doing reasearch. (rolls eyes) I've also got to stop letting you into my fanfics.
Pikasqueaks: (grins evilly) Anyway, Spider-Man doesn't belong to Fanficcer - it belongs to Stan Lee and Steve Ditko.
Thecrazyfanficcer: Yup - that's it, peeps! Now for the reviewer reply!
Biggest Fan: Nah, I like my fanfic the way it is. Besides, I have lots to write! XD I'm surprised you actually reviewed; thanks so much!
