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I didn't see Peter for the rest of the day. Which was kind of weird, considering that we lived next to each other. We should have at least seen each other on the way home from school.

Whatever. I didn't care. I didn't.

When I got home, I didn't get to start the research that I wanted to. Instead, I had to do research for a damn history assignment. Lucky for me, Eddie didn't bother me at all. It was like when I needed to focus the most he went away. Whatever, as long as he was gone.

I did try to Google Spider-Man and Andrew Garfield, but nothing came up. Of course.

Also, Gwen called me, and then she yelled at me for being stupid because I stood up to Flash, but then she called me brave for helping Peter. Yeah, I didn't get her mood swings either.

"Maddie!" Shelia called up the stairs as I hung up the phone. "Can you come down here for a second?"

I rolled my eyes, but when down to the kitchen to see what she wanted. "What's up? "

"Could you do me a favour and run over to the May Parker's home and ask if she can give you any brown sugar?" She asked as she raided a pantry. "I can't seem to find any. I have to put it on the grocery list."

Parker? As in Peter? I couldn't face him, not after today. But, I'd only be going to see May...his aunt? If it was just sugar she needed, I guess I'd be okay with going over to get some.

"Sure," I told her, and she handed me a small bowl.

I took a deep breath before walking over to the Parker home. It was just sugar, right?

I gently knocked on the door, and unfortunately, Peter's the one that answered the door. "Hey, Madeline."

"Hi, Peter," I said back. Ack, why was I being so formal? "I just, came over to see if you guys had any brown sugar," I told him, holding up the bowl as if saying, 'see?'. "My mom's out."

"Yeah, I can ask my aunt May," He said, and he opened the door a little more. "You wanna come in?"

If this was mine and Peter's awkward, I couldn't even imagine our close.

I just slightly nodded my head and slipped inside. Peter shut the door behind me, and I was already feeling like the walls were getting smaller.

The Parker home was nice, quiet. It was really...homey.

Was that the best that I can come up with? Homey?

It had that comfortable air in the house, you know, considering Peter's parents were dead.

I was just great at parties.

"Just keep walking, I'll guide you through the rest," Eddie instructed, and I had to fight the urge to nod. He was really my only guide, and right now, I was kind of glad I had him.

I walked into the kitchen, where May Parker was cooking away at something. A quick whiff identified it as spaghetti, and I had to literally stop my stomach from growling. I usually did this by punching myself in the stomach, but because that would seem weird, I just shouted insults at it until it stopped. Which works, if you practiced a lot.

May looked up, and it looked like her heart swelled when she saw me. "Madeline Beckett, is that really you?"

I exchanged a quick glance with Peter, before looking back at May. "Yes, it's really me."

"My, how you've grown!" She said, and before I knew it, I was enveloped in a hug with May Parker.

Mike would literally kill me if it meant that he could be standing in the Parker kitchen instead of me.

She pulled back. "I mean, I've seen you around, but this is the first time I've seen you seen you," May said, pushing my hair back in a motherly way.

"Yeah," I said awkwardly. I'd apparently known this woman for a long time. What did I do, Eddie?! The one time I wanted you around!

"Tell her that your mom needs the sugar," Eddie told me.

I held out the bowl. "Actually, my mom wanted to know if you guys had any brown sugar. We're all out."

"Oh, of course, dear," May said, taking the bowl. "Just give me a minute."

A man came into the room, and I looked behind me to see who I could only assume was Peter's Uncle, whose name I still didn't know.

His eyes brightened when he saw me too. "Is that little Maddie?" He asked, putting the box he was carrying down on the table and coming over to give me a big hug.

"Yeah, it sure is..." I struggled for a name. Ah, what the hell. I knew their last name. "Mr. Parker."

He pulled back. "You got so tall!"

"Well, it is called growing up, Mr. Parker," I said and realized too late that I was being too sarcastic for Peter's relatives.

To my relief, Mr. Parker just laughed. "She's still got that sense of humour. And how many times must I tell you to call me Ben?"

Ben! Now I was getting somewhere!

He got this look on his face, as if he'd just remembered why he came up. Then he turned to Peter. "Peter, need your help in the basement."

Peter sort of made a sound of annoyance, but went with his uncle down to the basement anyways. Which just left May and I. What was taking this woman so long to get brown sugar?

"I saw you and Peter walking to school together this morning," May said as she finally found the bag of brown sugar.

I laughed nervously. "Well, we were both walking the same way, so I thought, 'why not'?"

"I'm glad that you did," May said. "It's nice that you two are becoming friends again."

Friends? Peter Parker and I could barely hold up a conversation. Also I think I might have scared him away.

"I'm glad too," I found myself saying. If I could hurry this 'Spider-Man' thing along, that means I could get home quicker. And I would like to get home. I missed my parents, my friends, even my brothers! Whose feet I shall be kissing when I got back because they were right all along. I shouldn't have made fun of them for their nerdiness.

She handed me the bowl of sugar, which I gladly took. "Be sure to come around again, okay?"

I nodded swiftly. "Of course. Will you tell Peter goodbye for me?"

May beamed at me, before giving me a quick hug. It seemed like everyone around here-except for Peter-are all touchy feely. Which was kind of weird.

I said a quick goodbye before going back to my house. I felt kind of bad for not saying goodbye to Peter myself, but I got over myself as I set the bowl on the counter and beelined back to my room.

When I got in, I was relieved to see that our dog, Nemo (Sara's name choice) was sitting on top of my bed instead of Eddie. I grabbed my laptop from my desk before sitting on my bed, scratching behind Nemo's ears.

I was about to finish the last bit of my homework when my cell phone rang. I grabbed it off of my side table, and Gwen's face was popping up, telling me that she was the one calling. "Hello?"

"Hey, what's up?" She asked.

"Not much," I answered. "Finishing up some homework."

"Cool, cool. So listen, I was wondering if we're still on for dinner tomorrow night after Oscorp," Gwen wondered.

Oscorp? What the hell?

"It's where you and Gwen worked," Eddie filled in, and to my happiness, he disappeared just as easily as he reappeared. I could get used to him not being around.

"Yeah, we're still on," I said numbly. Of course, all this important crap happens when I was here.

"Great! Then I'll see you bright and early."

Bright and early?

Sure enough, the next morning, I had to down at least three cups of tea to stay awake. And then I had to eat like, ten tic tacs to get rid of the tea breath.

Since I had no idea how to get to Oscorp, I Googled it last night. Lucky for me, it wasn't that far to walk. So that's what I did. I guess the part about no one owning a car in Manhattan was true.

I got to Oscorp, where I was eventually found by Gwen, who scolded me for being almost late. Not my fault I had literally zero idea on where to go.

I grabbed my ID and a lab coat (yay, lab coats!), putting them both on as I followed Gwen to meet the group of hopeful interns.

"Welcome to Oscorp," Gwen started confidently. "My name is Gwen Stacy, and this is Madeline Beckett. We're seniors at Midtown Science and I'm the head intern of Doctor Connors's. We'll be with you for the duration of your time here today. Where we go, you go. It's a basic rule. If you remember that, you'll be fine."

How did she have the energy? I felt like I had just run a marathon, trying to catch up with her. I could only imagine how she felt. Whatever, she must be used to it.

Gwen was cut off from what she was going to say next by angry shouting coming from the lobby. We all turned our heads to see what was happening, and some guy named Rodrigo Guevara was shouting that he was supposed to be with the group. But why were they kicking him out if he was?

"Looks like I don't need to tell you what happens if you forget. Shall we?" Gwen said to the group, and I had to conceal my laughter as we turned around to start leading the group...somewhere. I was really just following Gwen, here.

We walked into a lab, and a quick check at the sign on the door told me that it was a genetics lab. I wasn't going to lie when I said that I pretty much had a science-gasm over all the technology around me. I had to fight my urge to run over to the computers and start looking at everything, and it was easier to do when my focus shifted to a blond man who had just walked in. I did a double take when I saw that he was missing part of his right arm. I gave myself two seconds to stare at it before looking up at-his name tag said "Dr. Connors"-'s face. It was rude to stare, and I didn't want to get caught doing it.

"Gwen, Madeline," Dr. Connors greeted us.

We nodded our heads in response. "Dr. Connors," We said, scarily at the same time. My best friend from my old world, Emily, and I used to do the same thing. We'd been finishing each other's sentences since the third grade.

"My name is Dr. Curtis Connors, and I'm not a cripple, I'm a scientist," He started. Bluntness was one way to start, I guess. "I'm the world's foremost authority in Herpetology, which is reptiles for those of you who don't know."

Count me as one of those people. I was really only interested in marine biology. I loved the sea, I had ever since I was a kid.

"But like the Parkinson's patient, who watches on in horror as her body slowly betrays her, or the man with Macular Degenerations, eyes grow dimmer each day, I long to fix myself," Connors said. "I want to create a world without weakness."

I felt a bit uncomfortable now, if I was going to be honest.

"Anyone care to venture a guess as to how?" He asked the group.

A boy at the front raised his hand, and Connors called on him. "Stem cells?" The boy suggested.

"Promising, but the solution that I'm thinking of is a bit more radical," Connors told us.

"Cross species genetics," A voice from the back guessed, and I internally groaned when I recognized the voice, the entire crowd parting so that Connors and everyone else had a clear view of the person that the voice belonged to.

"Peter Parker?" Gwen whispered to me, before she looked down at her iPad, probably checking to see if Peter's name was on the list.

"A person gets Parkinson's when the brain cells that produce dopamine start to disappear," Peter started. "But, a zebra fish has the ability to regenerate cells on command. If you can somehow give this ability to the woman you're talking about, that's that...she's curing herself," Peter finished off with a proud grin.

That melted my insides.

What the heck was going on?

"Yeah, you'd just have to look past the gills on her neck," A person from the crowd joked, leading everyone else to laugh. I didn't care though. I was staring right at Peter, who was trying to avoid my gaze, focusing his on Dr. Connors. I was really impressed, actually.

"And you are?" Connors asked Peter.

And the guy drew a blank. He couldn't tell if he should be saying Peter Parker, or whatever the other guy's name was.

So I quickly intervened. "He's one of Midtown Science's best and brightest. He's third in his class."

"Only third? You sure about that?" He asked, and I swear to God I saw a mischevious smile on his face.

Who's trying to save your stupid neck? "I'm pretty sure," I said firmly.

Our little stare down was interrupted by Dr. Connors getting called to another part of the building. "Well, duty calls. I'll leave you in the capable hands of Miss Stacy and Miss Beckett. Nice meeting you."

After he left, Gwen pulled up a hologram of...something, but I ignored it as the rest of the students began to crowd it. I quickly whispered to Gwen that I'd be right back, and that if she had to, she should continue with the tour and I'd just find her myself (let's hope that it doesn't come to that), then I pushed myself out of the crowd until I found the person I was looking for.

"You know, the last time I checked your name wasn't Rodrigo," I said to Peter when I walked up to him.

Peter smiled nervously, which sent butterflies to my stomach. Stop it, stomach! "Oh," He said awkwardly, looking down at his-well, Rodrigo's-name tag.

"So, what are you doing here?" I asked, unable to stop the smile on my face. Peter being obviously awkward was kind of cute.

Was that a bad thing to think?

"I work here," He blurted, and then quickly realized his mistake. "I was gonna say that I work here, but it seems in fact, that you work here," He said, and I wasn't gonna lie when I said that it sort of bothered me that he wasn't making eye contact with me. "So I don't, in fact, work here," He finished, a goofy smile on his face. I had to bite the bottom of my lip to keep myself from bursting into laughter, just at the sheer awkwardness.

Also, those glasses looked cute on him.

"If I didn't know any better, Parker, I'd say that you were following me," I suggested, a joking smile on my face.

"What? No," He stammered. "I'm not following you. I had no idea you worked here."

"Then what are you doing here?" I asked. Now I knew that I was making the poor guy uncomfortable. I was just...enjoying it? Did that make me a bad person?

"I snuck in...because I love science!" He said.

"You...love science?" I said, though I didn't really intend this as a question.

"It's my passion, really."

"Well, then. Just, stay with the group, okay?" I requested. "I don't want to be in trouble, I don't want to get Gwen in trouble, and I certainly do not want you to get into trouble."

"Fine, fine," He nodded, and I gave him a smile in thanks as I turned around to walk back to Gwen.

She started leading the group away, and before I knew it, Eddie was standing next to me again. "Go follow Peter," He said.

"What do you mean, 'follow Peter'?" I asked in my head this time. "Peter's right..."

I turned my head to see that Peter was no where behind me. I looked around the room for him and eventually saw him walking away, rather quickly, might I add. But it wasn't to the exit.

I grumbled under my breath as I dashed after him, not even caring if I just gave into Eddie's demand. This idiot was going to get himself into trouble, and then thrown in jail for impersonating someone, and then he won't be Spider-Man, and then I'd never get home!

I was glad I opted for my flats instead of my heels as I ran after Peter Parker. He fled into a hallway, and I followed him. I had just gotten to him when he walked inside a door. I pushed myself the last second, and I managed to catch the door before it shut.

I must have made quite a show, because Peter spun around. I started panting heavily so that I could catch my breath, putting my hands on my knees.

"Mads?" Peter asked, confused.

I stood straight as I crossed my arms. "What did I say about staying with the group? Why are you actually here?"

"I just have something to figure out, and then I'll leave, okay? You can go back to the group," Peter suggested.

I scoffed. "No way, buddy. No way am I letting you out of my sight now. Whatever it is that is so important that you had to break rules, I want to know."

Peter sighed. "Are you sure?"

"Do I look unsure?"

"Fine. But you can't tell anybody."

"And I'm not planning on it," I told him. That's when the both of us seemed to realize where we were. In a top secret lab...room, thing. There were a bunch of machines doing all sorts of things.

I was too captivated by the room to realize that Peter had begun walking towards a door. The room behind the door was glowing blue. "Peter," I started, running after him. "I have a feeling we should stay away from the strange blue room, don't you?"

"I need to know what's in there," He whispered.

"What could possibly be in there that you might need to know?" I whispered back.

He grinned, making my heart flutter. "That's what I'm going to find out." Without another word, he opened the door to the blue room.

And to my horror, there were spiders. And webs. Everywhere.

There was a reason that I claimed to be screaming because of spiders, people. Even though those people are my fake family, they would still know that I was scared of spiders.

Peter just kept walking in as I stood frozen by the doorway. I covered my mouth to keep myself from wanting to throw up. And there was Peter, touching the webs and everything!

"Don't touch anything!" I demanded, though it came out all muffled because I was covering my mouth.

As soon as I told Peter not to touch anything, everything stopped and began moving in some sort of new way. To my complete disgust and horror, the spiders started falling from the ceiling.

Peter and I needed to get out of here now. Who knew what contaminated these spiders! Spiders bite!

Hang on, spider bite. Contaminated. I knew this one. This was probably the only thing I ever listened to Paul and Ian go on about...

It was when Peter started squirming did I realize what it was. I quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the way so that no more spiders fell on him as I helped him push all the other spiders off of him.

Peter Parker gained his powers after he was bitten by a radioactive spider.

We managed to get them all off, and I grabbed his wrist again before I pulled us both out of that room. I still had my hand on his wrist, mainly so that he didn't run away. He scared me! Those spiders made me actually want to throw up.

Once we got back to open spaces, I managed to see Gwen with the group inside a room. I spun on my heel, letting go of Peter's wrists. I guess he didn't expect me to turn around so quickly, because he kept walking, and in turn, walked right into my chest. He was heavier than me, and I almost toppled over. Peter's hands immediately went to my arms, steadying me. My hands went to his chest to help steady myself, and we stood like that for a couple of seconds, just looking into each other's eyes, as if we were asking the other person if they were okay.

Our silent conversation was over when Gwen came walking over. Peter and I let each other go and put a reasonable amount of space between the two of us when Gwen made it to us. She looked between Peter and I, and then her gaze stayed on me, asking for an explanation.

"I found him...wandering the halls," I told her. "I was just about to-"

"Tell him to leave," Gwen finished for me. "Go back to the group, lead them to the next lab. I'll take care of Peter."

"But-"

"Now, Mads."

"All right, Miss Stacy," I said, putting my hands up in defeat. I snuck a final look at Peter. "See you around, Parker."

He gave me a nervous smile in return, and I couldn't help but feel...happy. A guy was nervous around me? To my knowledge, that's never happened before. The only people that ever got nervous around me were little kids. Not boys my age. Especially not cute boys.

Oh, don't look too much into it, Madeline. You still had a lot of work to look forward to.

By the time I got home, I was beyond exhausted. Gwen and I worked for the next couple of hours, and instead of going to the nice place that does the fish, we opted for Chinese food instead, since we were both in no position to look poised enough for a restaurant like that one.

I walked through the door, and was greeted by Nemo as I peeled my jacket off and hung it in the coat closet. "I'm home!" I called out.

Shelia came into the hallway. "You haven't seen Peter, have you?" She asked me, a bit frazzled.

I pulled my hair out of the ponytail that I had made before I ate, and shook my hair out. "Not since this afternoon. I saw him at Oscorp, but that's it. Why?"

"May told me that he's not home yet," She answered.

My stomach dropped. "What? Is he okay?"

"Oh, I'm sure he's fine. May's just very overprotective, that's all. He'll probably be home soon," She said.

I chose to believe her. I retired to my bedroom, wanting nothing more than to collapse onto my bed and fall asleep, having no worries. But someone was already sitting on my bed. Again.

"Eddie, I'm not in the mood tonight," I said, dropping my bag to the floor as I moved to my dresser drawers to grab myself a pair of shorts and a shirt to sleep in.

"You better get into the mood," He told me. "And soon, because Peter Parker got bitten by that spider."

My hands froze. I whipped around to face him. "What? What do you mean? I thought we got all of the spiders off of him!"

"Wha-do you not know the story of Spider-Man?" Eddie asked in disbelief. "Peter Parker gained his powers by a spider bite."

"That much I could remember," I told him.

He walked over to the window and gestured for me to follow. I rolled my eyes, but did so. He gestured for me to spread the curtains apart and open the window. I rolled my eyes, but did it.

And what I saw when I looked out my window across from me was Peter Parker eating away at...something.

"So he's eating!" I protested, turning back to face Eddie. "News flash-people do that to stay alive."

"Another news flash-Peter has been bitten by the spider," Eddie repeated. "The path of Spider-Man has begun, and you better get ready to guide him."

"I'm not guiding him anywhere!" I protested. "I don't care about Spider-Man!"

"But you do about Peter," Eddie retorted. I tried to argue against that, but words were failing me. Because he was right. I was starting to care about Peter Parker. "If you care enough about Peter, you'll help him. Besides, helping Spider-Man is your ticket back home."

I groaned, putting my face in my hands. Now, this had to do with me going home. I pulled my face out of my hands and said, "I'll check on him tomorrow morning. I have no energy to do anything. Now, get out, so that I can change."

Eddie vanished, and I shut my window and my curtains so that I could quickly dispose the jeans and t-shirt for an old pair of shorts and a t-shirt. After that, I shut my light off and crawled into bed.

Tomorrow morning, I started my job as Spider-Man's guide.

This was too much weight to put on a person like me's shoulders.

TBC...

This one is not as long as the last one, I know and I'm sorry! It's getting late where I am, so it's time for me to get some sleep for school tomorrow. I promise, I'll try to make the next chapter longer than this one.

I am really hoping that I did the scene where everything changes okay! Let me know if I did!

I'm excited for what's going to happen in the later chapters! There's one idea that I have that I'm trying to squeeze in, and if it works, hurray! If it doesn't then I'll just tell you the idea, because I want someone to know.

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