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Chapter 2: Of Chickens and Cell Phone Chargers

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Having successfully filled her cart with the necessary medicines for flu, Mary Jane Watson made a beeline for the soup isle to pick up several cans of Chicken Noodle, Tomato, Clam Chowder, and a few packs of Ramen Noodle. After that was checked off her list, she picked up a couple liters of Fresca and Sprite, and then as a side note, a few frozen meals for herself.

While standing in line, the latest addition of The Daily Bugle was in clear view, one of Peter's pictures plastered across the front, bold letter describing his strange disappearance. MJ couldn't help but smile. If only they knew…

Needless to say, Peter was probably mentally torturing himself right about now, likely telling himself that it was his fault each time a fire sparked a building into flame, a poor old woman was mugged, or an innocent by-stander shot. Peter blamed himself for too many things. Way too many. And besides, The Fantastic Four had come onto the scene several months ago, and were lightening Peter's load considerably. They could take over for Peter for a few more days. Though… They might think Spiderman had gone for good. Mary Jane made a note to let them know otherwise. Somehow.

Setting her five bags of groceries into the passenger side of her car, she started up the engine and headed back towards Peter's apartment.

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He was swinging around the Empire State building…Everything below him seemed as if miles off, the people appearing as small insects on the ground to his eagle eyed view. Shooting out a web towards another sky scraper, he found himself flying over the streets subconsciously. He didn't even have to think about it much anymore as he swung hundreds of feet in the air. He would simply go around, a good citizen doing his job. Yet today was different. No one seemed to be getting hurt. No fire, no robberies, no muggings. Weird was the only way to describe it. Yet… It was pleasant. He could swing around freely for the simple joy of it. But then the need of a tissue came again. Curse this stupid mask. Landing lightly on the ground, a strange sight welcomed him. Everywhere he looked, there were chickens. And they were all staring at him with bug-eyed faces, squawking at him. Then it grew steadily weirder as they started throwing tomatoes at him. But then, finally, a familiar face appeared.

"Peter?" Mary Jane's smiling face seemed blissfully unaware of the mutated poultry that surrounded her.

"MJ! What's going on?" He turned his head in either direction as the chickens closed in on him.

"Peter?" MJ giggled after she called Peter's name again. He couldn't see why this was funny.

"MJ, why are there chickens everywhere?" Peter poised himself to jump up above the strange birds at any needed time. MJ giggled again. What in the world was so funny?

"Peter, wake up. You're dreaming." MJ smiled.

Well he sure hoped he was dreaming! But, how does one wake oneself up when one is dreaming a very weird, but very realistic like dream?

"Peter, wake up."

"Peter!" Mary Jane shook his shoulder, causing him to jump slightly as he was drug from his slumber.

"What? Chickens… MJ, what's going on?" Peter managed to open his eyes and did his best to focus them on the red head shaking his shoulder.

"You were dreaming, that's what was going on."

"Oh." Peter sniffed, reaching for another tissue.

"Here's some chicken noodle soup." Mary Jane handed Peter a bowl of steaming soup. "And be careful, it's still hot." She then leaned over to pick up a bowl of tomato soup for herself.

"I had the weirdest dream…" Peter took the bowl carefully and stared into it, playing with the little chicken bits with his spoon.

"That would defiantly explain what you said." MJ said, amused. Peter blushed.

"What did I say?" He asked, slightly apprehensive.

"You said something about chickens being everywhere and asked me what was going on."

"Oh." He looked back down at his soup as Mary Jane continued to smile. But her brow soon came together in a thoughtful look as she took a careful taste of the steaming soup.

"Pete, you never did explain why you didn't tell anyone that you were sick. Why didn't you call me?" Though MJ's face was dead serious, Peter managed to laugh.

"Well that's a funny story actually… You're going to think it's silly, but I've lost my cell phone charger."

This explanation alone earned a laugh from MJ.

"You what? Oh Peter…" She laughed. So he became isolated from the world simply because of a misplaced cell phone charger. "Do you want me to help you look for it?"

"Nah… I can't think of anywhere it would be. I'll just go down and get another one once I'm better. For all I know, it could be at the top of the Empire State. I had to use my wireless one up there once." Though it was clear that he had a stopped up nose, Peter didn't sound as half as bad as one would expect from looking at him.

"Spiderman carries his cell phone around with him?" MJ raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it's best if I keep in touch on the job. Mostly to make sure Aunt may doesn't worry about me all the time. Boy, I wish you were there that one time that I had to stop by the bugle to answer Aunt May's call..." Peter smiled, remembering a little experience he had had a couple of weeks ago.

"Wait, the bugle? In suit?" MJ could only imagine the look on Mr. Jameson's face. Peter laughed.

"Yeah. You see, it started out regularly, I was doing rounds out by the bugle…"

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Bwaha! Now you'll have to read the next chapter to find out what happens! Sorry if this one was kinda short… Anyway, please, please, please review! Thanks for reading!