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And guess what? I'M SEEING THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 2 ON FRIDAY! I was supposed to go today but it got sold out -_- Whatever! I still get to see it! I'm really excited because not only do I get to watch Andrew Garfield for two and a half hours, but I get to start making ideas for the sequel to this story! YES, YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST! THERE IS GOING TO BE A SEQUEL, AND I'M PLANNING FOR IT TO FOLLOW THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 2!

Also, 56 FOLLOWERS? REALLY? This story has only been up for a week! It only has four chapters! You guys are honestly the best readers!

CUTE STUFF IN THIS CHAPTER (BE HAPPY BECAUSE ORIGINALLY SOMETHING ELSE WAS GONNA HAPPEN AND MADS AND PETER WOULD HAVE GOTTEN INTO A FIGHT).

Enjoy!

I didn't see Peter much after that night. I mean, we lived next door to each other and I'd seen him in school, but he never said a lot. Just a "hi" and a "bye" whenever I passed by him, and I couldn't blame him. And I didn't want to.

I tried approaching him in the always (after Flash expressed his condolences about Peter losing Ben) but he just brushed me off. So I gave him time.

Time to mourn, time to think, time to figure out what he wanted to do. I figured after a few days I'd try again.

But a few days quickly turned into a week, and then two weeks, and before I knew it I had almost completely forgotten why I was here.

That is, until Eddie returned.

After Ben's death, Eddie left me alone like I did with Peter. I guess he could sense that I was beyond pissed off at him that he didn't tell me about Ben's death, so he gave me time to cool off. But after a couple of weeks, he came back.

The first time I saw him, I was dusting the shelves in the living room when Shelia switched on the news. Apparently, they were looking for a guy in a red mask, who was attacking people.

Didn't Spider-Man have a red mask?

I dropped everything in my hands before running up the stairs into my room, where Eddie was waiting for me. "Are you kidding? Peter's started the path of Spider-Man without me?"

"Well, you're not really needed at this particular stage," Eddie supplied.

"Then why wasn't I brought in when I was needed?" I asked him.

"Uhhh..." He stuttered, and then quickly disappeared.

The second time, it was pretty late the same night (around eight thirty), and I was just laying down on my bed, contemplating if I should go over to Peter's house, just to see how he was doing, when Eddie materialized beside me.

At this point, I didn't get surprised anymore. I just turned my head in his direction. "How do I talk to him?" I asked him. "I want to go over...I want to help him. I just don't know how."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think the best thing for you to do right now is just leave Peter alone to deal with his feelings," Eddie told me.

I turned my head so that I was facing the ceiling again. "I don't want to leave him alone, though! Peter is going through the worst thing ever and all I want is to be sitting beside him."

"Then it's still working," Eddie commented.

Then we both just sat there, a comfortable silence looming around us. I tried to let my mind be at peace, but I couldn't. I was thinking about how I was the worst mentor ever.

"But how is that supposed to work?" I asked Eddie.

"What?" He asked.

"How do you expect me to guide Peter Parker to become Spider-Man if I can't even guide the guy to feeling better?" I questioned. "I shouldn't be sitting here," I said, and pushed myself off of the bed. "I should be over there. Doing something. I shouldn't just be sitting here thinking about what I could be doing when I can just go out there and do it!"

Eddie sat up as he grinned at me.

"What's that look for?" I asked him.

"Nothing," Eddie said as he slid off of my bed. "It's just, you came to that conclusion on your own. I didn't have to tell you anything. You want to help Peter."

"Of course I want to help Peter!" I said. "Peter's my friend, and I don't like it when he's sad. I'm going to go over there right now, and see if he's okay," I told myself confidently. I looked over at my window and saw Peter sitting at his computer, looking very deep in thought. "Maybe I shouldn't interrupt that though."

"Mads, come on!" Eddie protested. "Just go over there. You said that you wanted to help him!"

"Yeah, but look at him!" I retorted. "He looks fine."

"Mads?" I heard, and it wasn't anyone in this house's voice. Eddie and I turned our heads to my open window to see Peter sticking his head out his window.

I gave Eddie a mini glare before turning to the window, putting my head out my own window.

"Yeah?" I called out.

"Are you okay? I heard you yelling," He told me.

I growled under my breath. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Peter looked like he was just going to close his window and go back about his daily business, but he hesitated. "Are you busy right now?"

"Right now?" I asked, and looked back into my room where Eddie was staring back at me. He was giving me a thumbs up.

I rolled my eyes at him before turning back to Peter. "No, I'm free. Why?"

"Meet me outside," He said, and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Why?"

"Just do it," He said, pulling his head back and shutting his window closed.

I did the same, and when I turned around, Eddie was giving me a grin. "Go on! There is a boy waiting for you outside."

"I can't! If Shelia found out that I snuck out of the house, she'd kill me," I informed him.

"She's sleeping, she'll never know," Eddie insisted.

"She's sleeping on the couch. I'm pretty sure that she'd hear me leave out the door."

Eddie looked from my door to the window, and a smirk crept up on his face as he looked over at me.

My stomach dropped when I realized what he was talking about. "No. No, no, no, no. I am not jumping out my window."

He shrugged. "Then you won't jump."

Wait, he's not going to...? "Don't you dare..."

Too late. He was already making his way towards me, and slithered his way into my body. I fought against him as he took me over to the window, opening it again before he pushed us out.

And then he left my body as soon as I was falling. I don't think I screamed, because it was a short distance, but I didn't hit the ground. Peter had caught me.

My arms went around his neck, and one arm went behind my back, and the other was tucked under my legs. I was breathless as I gripped his neck, struggling to regain a proper breathing pattern. I was just shoved out a window against my will. I could have died.

So why was the only thing I could focus on be the way that Peter's eyes have a little extra glow? That his little eyelashes were so long, and blended perfectly together when he blinked.

"Why did you jump out the window?" He asked me.

I shook my head slightly, trying to push the day dream out of my head. This reminded me of the day that I first met him. "What?"

He sighed as he put me down. "Why did you jump out of the window? Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah," I said, smoothening my shirt down before looking back up at my window. "My mom was sleeping. On the couch. I didn't want to wake her up, so the window seemed like the best option."

He laughed slightly, before offering his hand to me. My heart hammered in my chest as I took it, and I almost melted into goo as I felt his fingers intertwine with mine.

Peter gave me a nervous look, as if he was saying, "Is this okay?".

I just responded by leaning into him, letting my arm rest gently against his. "So. Where to?"

We just walked for a long time. There wasn't much talking, either. Maybe ten minutes later, Peter stopped me and told me to close my eyes. I did so, but I wanted to know where Peter was taking me, so I decided to peek a little. I guess Peter could tell I was going to do that, because he walked around me, and covered my eyes with his own hands.

"Is that really necessary?" I asked him.

"I know you, Madeline Beckett," He said, and we started walking again. "You were going to peek."

I would have said, "I was not!" But Peter probably would have seen through the lie.

"Are we there yet?" I asked him.

"Almost."

I paused. "Are we there yet?"

"Wait, Mads."

Silence.

"Are we there yet?"

"I can see you haven't changed."

"Clearly," I mumbled. "Now are we here yet?" I asked and stopped walking. I could feel Peter stop walking behind me, so we must finally be here. After a seconds hesitation, he took his hands away, and when I opened my eyes, I gasped.

He had taken me to a park. And yeah, it doesn't sound all that exciting. But it was a very...bright park. What I mean by that was that it looked like he had taken dozens of Christmas lights and strung them up around the park and in the trees.

Jaw slacked, I walked farther into the park area, letting my hands trace the wires. I lightly touched the little bulbs. Little, but shining very bright.

Kind of like Peter.

"What is all of this?" I asked him, turning around.

I couldn't fight the smile on my face as Peter smiled awkwardly, looking down at his toes and shuffling his feet. "I did promise you that I'd show you my pictures. I just thought that this would be cooler."

"You mean, our date?" I asked him. This was so sweet of him! We were supposed to go on a date before Ben passed. "Don't worry, it definitely is."

"Listen, Madeline," Peter started, and I looked back at him. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. I'm sorry about the way that I've been treating you lately. I know all you've been doing is trying to help, and I want to thank you for that."

"It's okay," I told him, and it was. "I know you were going through some stuff. I did want to help you through it, but I also thought that maybe a bit of time is what you needed. Besides," I looked all around me. "This totally makes up for it."

"Do you really like it?" He asked, suddenly very worried.

I gently laughed. "Yes, I like it. I-I love it, actually," I said, looking around me. I looked back at him, and he had a nervous smile on his face. I gave him a smile of my own as I walked over to him. "Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before. It's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me," I told him, giving him a large, rather goofy smile. "Thank you, Peter." And I leaned right over, wrapping my arms around his neck in a hug.

I could feel him wrap his arms around my back, and he pressed me to his body. I had never felt so special in my whole life. Peter did all of this...for me.

I pulled back, but my arms were still around his neck. I felt his arms slip from down my back, to one hand on each hip. It seemed like Peter and I were looking into each other's eyes forever; we probably were. My heart was already picking up it's pace, but when I noticed Peter leaning in slightly, my heart kicked into hyper drive. I could tell his was too, because I could feel it drumming against my own chest.

Heart in my throat, I leaned closer a bit more to Peter, as if letting him know what he wanted to do was okay. My eyes fluttered shut, and I waited for the contact of his lips...

It never came, though. There was sudden yelling from the streets where we were. This was New York City. I guess they stuck parks wherever they could. Anyways, it looked like there was a lot of stuff going on, and when I opened my eyes again, Peter was looking off at the commotion.

"What is it?" I asked him, trying not to sulk. "What's wrong?"

"I have to-uh," Peter stammered, looking back at me. "I have to go, but I'll be right back, I promise," He said, though it looked like he really didn't want to go.

I wanted him to stay here, show me his pictures and maybe a bit more, but I knew that this city needed Spider-Man more than I needed Peter Parker. "Okay," I said simply, taking my arms away from his neck.

"Just, stay here," He advised, pointing to the bench that was in the park. "And I promise I'll be back." And then he grabbed his backpack and took off.

I know I shouldn't feel ditched (because I wasn't) but I couldn't help but feel ditched.

I crossed my legs, put my arms on my knees, before setting my chin in my hands. I was sitting there for a couple seconds by myself. Until I felt Eddie's presence beside me, and when I turned my head, he was there.

"What are you doing, just sitting here?" Eddie asked.

"I'm waiting for Peter to come back," I answered.

He stood up and walked over so that he was standing in front of me. "You could be doing so much more to help at the bridge than just sitting here."

"Hey! Peter told me to stay here, so I'm staying here. Besides, it's probably dangerous. And I'm still sulking!"

"Kid, unless you get off your butt, you are not going to have a boy to kiss!" He said, grabbed my arm and forcing me to stand up.

"Even if I did want to help, I could not get there fast enough to help them," I told him. "Peter's got those things on his wrist-" I mimed the web-y things that Spider-Man has. "-so he moves fast! I only have two human legs. And I'm not even fit!"

"And that's why you have me," Eddie answered, putting both his hands on my arms. "Close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Just do it!"

"Fine," I grumbled, shutting my eyes. When I opened them again, I was shocked to see that I was no longer standing in the park, but at the bridge, where chaos was erupting.

Eddie brought me right in the middle of danger?

Oh he was a great mentor, all right.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" A man shouted to my left, and when I looked all around for someone else to help other than me, but my eyes fell on him.

Spider-Man.

Finally.

I had finally seen the guy I was supposed to guide. Unfortunately, he was rather busy, and I couldn't seem to find anybody else. Holding my breath, I ran over to the man, pushing past people running in hysterics. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"It's my son," He said, pointing down the spider webbing. I leaned over, seeing that the webbing was attached to a car at the end, hanging precariously over the bridge. Once I strained to hear, I heard the desperate screams of a little boy. "He's stuck and I can't get him out!"

I was about to suggest something crazy, when I saw Peter flying down to the car. My heart swelled in relief. I turned to the man. "Your son is going to be okay," I assured him.

"How do you know?" He asked, leaning down to watch Peter help the boy.

I smiled. "Because that's Spider-Man. He's not going to let anything happen to your kid."

And that was when Spider-Man took his mask off.

And I could tell it was my brown eyed, brown haired, awkward, pure hearted idiot. Now I had an idea on what to tell Peter about how I know that he's Spider-Man. Maybe if I could tell him, we could get this guiding thing going.

I was so distracted by my own thoughts that I didn't even notice that the car that Peter was trying to get the little boy out of had caught fire. It slipped more towards the water, but Peter grabbed it just before it could.

"JACK, CLIMB NOW!" Peter shouted to the boy, or Jack, I guess. Now that I'd clearly heard his voice, more evidence.

But I was starting to get more worried about Jack, about Peter. The fire in the car was starting to spread, and it looked like Peter was straining himself to keep from letting go of the car. "PUT ON THE MASK!" He shouted to Jack. "IT'S GONNA MAKE YOU STRONG."

I guess Jack did as Peter told, because the next thing that Peter said was, "THERE YOU GO, THAT'S IT BUDDY. NOW CLIMB!"

"COME ON, JACK!" His father encouraged.

Without warning, the heat of the fire caused the webbing that Peter was holding the car with to burn, and the car fell down towards the water.

"No!" The three of us screamed.

But when Peter Parker was here, there was nothing to fear. Thinking quickly, he shot another one of his webs down, catching Jack before he could fall with the car.

Peter pulled the kid up, grabbing him in his arms, before pulling the both of them up, passing Jack to his father. Jack's father graciously took his son in his arms, tears of happiness slipping down his face as he pulled his son to his body as tightly as he could. He looked over at Peter. "Who are you?"

Before Peter could answer, I said, "That's Spider-Man."

Peter looked over at me, and I couldn't decipher the look on his face because he had the mask on, what I was guessing it was probably a look of surprise. I was too distracted by Peter to notice that I had begun to lean on a broken piece of the bridge.

And then the broken piece snapped. I felt myself lose my footing, and I slipped on some rubble. And then I fell off of the bridge.

I held my breath and closed my eyes, waiting to hit the water, but I heard Peter calling, "Madeline!"

I came to an abrupt stop when I felt a sticky webbing around my wrist, and I looked up to see Peter on the other end. I sighed in relief, looking down at the water. But because I slipped, I lost a shoe.

My poor shoe.

Peter swung me over so that I was in the air and when I fell down, I fell right into his arms, like I did when I fell out of my window earlier tonight. We were in the same position as when he caught me when I fell out the window, but this time, I wasn't focusing on his facial features. I think I just found my moment. I opened my mouth.

"How do you know my name?"

TBC...

DUN DUN DUN

Not a particularly long one, BUT WE GOT CUTIENESS!

AND A CLIFFY.

But sorry about the cliffhanger.

AND GOOD THINGS ARE HAPPENING NEXT CHAPTER.

Also I'm a very mean person because there was supposed to be a kiss at the end of this chapter, but I've decided to save their first kiss for something more special *prays she doesn't get killed*.

It could be worse. I could have given you Peter and Mads angry at each other.

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