That night, Peter Parker was lying in bed at his house. He tried shooting webs. The more he tried, the more difficult it became to achieve this. He had not told Mary Jane that he had lost his job. Since she was crying when he last saw her, he did not want to make her feel more sad than she needed to be. Still, though, he felt that he had to be honest. He picked up the phone and dialed her number.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hey, Mary Jane. It's Peter."
"Hey, Pete. I'm so glad that you called. I was actually going to call you right now."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I just got a call. I'm going to act in a play again!"
"Wow! This is great news."
"Yeah. I can't believe it. I'm going to be an actress again. The play is only for a few nights, but I'm hoping that I'll be able to find other opportunities. I don't want to jinx anything, though. I feel so happy now. Nothing can bring me down."
"That's great to hear."
"Oh! They're calling me right now. I'll talk to you later. Bye!"
"Bye. I love you."
"I love you, too."
Peter hung up the phone.
How could I tell her when she was that happy? How could I tell her that I had lost my job and that I was losing my powers? She was too happy. I couldn't crash down on her world. Maybe the time will come when I can tell her. I hope that the time will come when I can be Spider-Man again. Because without powers, I have no responsibility.