Spider-Man did not know why he did not turn back.
He needed all the help he could possibly get, but he just needed to be alone. He needed to find himself. He needed Mary Jane.
He remembered her so well, he remembered how much he loved his wife and how she was always there supporting him. Was she aware of what was going on? Spider-Man gulped as he found his way to their small apartment in Queens.
He had forgotten how fast he could move, and how stealthy he could be. He was on rooftops with the owners in the front of the yard without them noticing. He was in Queens within five minutes of leaving the Baxter Building. On his way home, he passed the Brooklynn Bridge.
His head pounded as he passed the bridge, and he had to land on a rooftop to control himself. He looked at it, and he heard a woman scream. He heard someone's crooked laughter. He heard his own pain. Something happened there. Something big happened there, that changed his entire life. But he could not remember.
He stood there, staring at the magnificent structure. With rage throughout his body, he slammed his fists on the ground, crouched, and breathed in deeply. Why couldn't he remember?
"Hey, Spider." said a womans voice. It was strangely familiar, and he stood and turned around to see who had addressed him. She was a woman, with long, light hair, waring black leather and...cat ears. Spider-Man knew who she was...he knew that she was someone who was important to him. He stared at her, and she stood there, unsure of why he was looking so deeply at her.
"Spider?"
"You...I...I know you..."
"I would think so!" she laughed.
Spider-Man grinned underneath his mask. "Black Cat! Black Cat!" He smiled, ran up and hugged her. He twirled her in the air, spinning around, shouting, "I remember! I remember you!"
"Whoa, whoa, put me down! Thank you, now, what's this about remembering me?"
Spider-Man explained his situation to her. She nodded and gasped and apologized for him, understanding how hard it must be for the wallcrawler. Spider-Man sighed finally. "And I looked at the bridge...I know something went down there...I just can't remember! God, this is so annoying! I can't remember anything! And then...and then you came. And I...I recognized you. Cat, I know who I am right now. I remember...you were a thief at first, right? And I...we had a little flirty-thing going on...and then...the bridge..."
The Black Cat put her gloved hand on his shoulder as they both stared at it. "Does the name Gwen Stacy ring a bell?"
Spider-Man spun around to look at her again faster than the speed of sound. He found himself holding both her arms. He didn't know why he reacted the way he did. He let go of her and backed away. "Yeah," he managed, "it rings a bell."
"You...you loved her, Spider-Man. The Green Goblin took her on the top of that bridge, right there. She was knocked out, or already dead. You went to save her, you did everything you could. She fell off the top. You spun a web, you caught her ankle. You reeled her up and she was--"
"Dead." he interrupted.
She nodded. "Yeah."
Spider-Man sighed. "I remember that. I remember holding her...she was so cold, so pale. Her eyes...they were so still..." He was surprised to find his eyes tear, and he wanted to take off his mask to wipe his eyes, but was afraid that she didn't know who he really was underneath. He didn't remember that much, though he wanted to...