Ok I'm back you guys and happy late new year! Sorry this has taken so long to submit, I've had exams and then I've been ill at the same time gah!

Anyway I hope you like it and thanks for the great reviews and advice, you give me wonderful ideas. :-)

(This chapter is a tiny bit more soppy for those who want to see more romance) :P

PS I am going to be adding more romance to future chapters I think ok

As I crept inside I was relieved to find that my bedroom door was still locked and the light was on, which meant hopefully my aunt hadn't realised I had left. I yanked off my boots and threw them in the corner before removing my mask and looking into the mirror. My eyes were red and blotchy from the tears and my hands were shaking as the blood of the thief was dried around my knuckles. I felt like shrivelling up into a hole, why had I got involved?

Throwing off my costume, I stepped into the shower and let the warm water run over my skin washing away the blood and grime. Things would never be the same, not after tonight. I thought of Peter and my aunt, they could never find out, but what troubled me most was could I live a lie?

Blow-drying my hair and pulling on my pyjamas, I crawled into bed with the intention to cry but fell into a troubled sleep immediately due to exhaustion.

The next morning as I got ready for school, heartlessly pulling on my skinny jeans and sweater, I tried to forget but images of my vines piercing the thief haunted my mind.

I ran down the stairs and was met with the smell of something sweet, was that pancakes? Joining my aunt in the kitchen I noticed she had cooked a batch of pancakes and had them set out on the table. ''Breakfast?'' she smiled,

'''…um yeah…please,'' I said but the truth was I was sick with worry and not hungry, ''mind if I eat them on the way to…um school? I have books to collect from the library…don't want to be late,''

''Sure,'' she replied, cutting one in half and wrapping it in some brown paper for me.

''Thank you…they smell great.'' I took the pancakes and with a hasty goodbye left the house.

I didn't have any books to collect, I had lied but I needed to get out of the house and be distracted. I walked down the busy street barely seeing anyone, I felt alone in my worries. I stopped at a bin to throw away the pancakes and out of the corner of my eye spotted the title page of a newspaper sitting in the newspaper stand not two meters away. Picking the paper up, my hand clasped over my mouth in shock as my eyes scanned the breaking news story.

Wanted for Murder

Masked Menaces Sweep New York City

Underneath there were two pictures. The first a blurred picture of me, my green cloak clearly visible as I fled from the warehouse and secondly a clear image of Spiderman. I threw the newspaper back in the stand and walked quickly away, my arms folded over my stomach as if to stop myself from being physically sick. Everything had been blown out of proportion, we weren't menaces it was all because of my careless action that we had been branded the name. Our intentions were the opposite, we were there to fight crime not cause it.

As the school building came into view, I tried my hardest to clear my mind of all thoughts regarding the previous night. I couldn't give anything away.

I took a deep breath as I walked into the hallway and headed straight for my locker. I calmly got out my books for the day's classes and took off my jacket.

''Hey Eve,'' a familiar voice spoke behind me. I knew who it was and smiled, Peter.

''Well hello Peter,'' I smiled turning around to meet him, he was as lovely as ever only he looked tired, ''you get much sleep?''

''Essay writing,'' he shrugged, running a hand through his hair, ''I could ask the same for you, you seem tired,''

''…Essay writing,'' I replied.

He smiled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, ''So um, Aunt May wants to thank you for what you did when…you know…Uncle Ben,''

''Don't mention it, it was no problem. How is she?''

''She's...coping,''

''And are you coping? I asked, studying his face. He paused in thought and then nodded, giving me a one arm hug. I noticed he was quieter than usual.

''Hey Parker,'' Flash said, approaching us as we stood at the lockers. I gritted my teeth, he had the nerve to show up when he knew what had happened.

''Not today Flash,'' Peter replied quietly,

''Come on man I just wanna talk,'' he said. Flash resting his hand on Peter's shoulder was all it took. Suddenly I was pushed back as Peter turned and gripped Flash, bashing him against the lockers and holding him up. The students in the hallway gasped along with me, it wasn't normal for Pete to be like that.

''Feels better, right?''

Peter said nothing,

''Look your Uncle died, I'm sorry.'' I had never heard such sincerity in Flash's voice and my gaze went to Peter who had tears in his eyes. Slowly he released him.

''Come on Pete,'' I said, wrapping an arm around his waist. Leaving a very startled Flash, we walked away from the crowd and down the hallway; we didn't stop walking until we were out of the building and on to the street. Missing one day of school wouldn't hurt.

''You ok?'' I asked as we passed the newspaper stand I had stopped at earlier, I averted my eyes not daring to look at the paper. I felt more peaceful with Peter and I didn't want to bring the thoughts of what I had done up again.

''…Yeah I…just wasn't expecting Flash to be like…that,'' he was frowning,

''I don't think anyone did,'' I replied.

''I'm sorry you had to see that, it was careless of me…''

''Everyone loses their temper sometime right?''

He smiled and took my hand in his, ''How about we go to central park?''

''Yeah…why not,'' I smiled giving his hand a squeeze, it would distract us both.

We held hands, just me and him, as we walked through the city to central park. The place was peaceful and the skies were clear. I probably looked peaceful on the outside too but on the inside it was a whole different story. The birds were singing and joggers ran past us, their music blaring from their earphones. We stopped on a bridge and looked out over the river, the breeze making ripples in the water.

That's when it happened.

Peter Parker kissed me and it was so unexpected, my emotions were going crazy but I found myself kissing back. It felt nice having his warm lips on mine after everything that had happened, his Uncle's death, me murdering a guy it didn't seem to matter in those brief seconds. When he pulled back I found his brown eyes studying my face for a reaction and checking to see if I would slap him and walk away but I had just experienced the sweetest thing and I blushed.

He noticed my rosy cheeks and laughed, ''You're blushing,''

I laughed too and held a hand up to my warm face.

''How about we get coffee?'' he smirked, the same smirk I hadn't seen for a long while.

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I'll try my best to get the next chapter up asap!

(I know I say this ^ and it sometimes takes weeks but I really will try) :-)

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