Author's note – Hello everybody. I am really glad to have recieved all your positive reviews.. Mary Jane and Harry are in town. Peter tries to and reachout Gwen. He still finds himself incapable of doing so. As the three of them decide to hang out just like old times...there is something that is constantly bugging Peter.

Peter swung his way through New York and made his way to his humble house. He quickly changed up and as he approached his place. He could excitedly hear two distinct female voices - one had a slight quivering voice just like his Aunt May while the other had a refined tone and exactly the right amount of timbre made Peter think of someone...

Someone from his distant past...

He couldn't really place her voice... So familiar ...someone that was locked away in his mind.

Peter turned the knob of the front door and stepped in.

His breath was knocked out of him, as he felt someone ram into him. It was a girl and she was hugging him. He got a whiff of a spicy lavender perfume. She had auburn hair full of healthy hair. He softly removed himself from her grasp in an attempt to get a look at her.

"Whoa there lady...who are you?" questioned Peter.

"Peter i am really disappointed. You don't remember me?'

"OMG...is it MJ Watson? Shit is it really you?"

MJ simply nodded her head .That all is all he needed to confirm her identity.

Somewhere in the distant past... the only friend Peter had was Mary Jane Watson. She lived with her father who became a drunkard after the unfortunate death of her mother.

Didn't ever take care of his daughter enough. She had no love, never knew what it meant to be a family. No one to care of her. So she spent most of her time at Peter's place where she was given a true feeling of home. But soon she needed to move away from her father for which she was very grateful. She stayed with her aunt in Philadelphia.

But this very friendship that he shared with MJ was something more.. Peter could finally see some light in his black heart.

He knew ..with MJ around his days would be easy going., at least he would have somebody to confide in.

Peter Smiled at himself...

They were once very good friends.

Peter could sense his carefree nature emerge from some where deep within that had been trapped away for soo long...

He was happy that he could now actually speak to someone freely. Peter realised that she was something more to him..more than family.

Peter then took some time to analyse her...physically. Boy..she had really changed. She looked attractive.

"Hey you two. Are you just gonna stand there or come inside. Coffee's getting cold.", shouts Aunt May

"Come on tiger. We have a lot of catching up to do." said MJ.

MJ yanks Peter's hand and pulls him upstairs to his bedroom along with coffee tray.

MJ plopped down on his bed as if it were her own leaving him standing awkwardly by his door. She patted at the space beside her urging him to sit.

"So Peter tell me what have you been doing? But first tell me how are you doing? And I see you... have been working out. You have been working out?"

"There has nothing interesting. A little on and off. I have assignments and loads of homework. What about you? What have you been doing in Philadelphia? What was it like?"

MJ's eyes shone with excitement as her thoughts came tumbling all together at once. Peter had never ever seen her this happy and it seemed as though she was reliving the years she spent with her aunt Anna Watson.

"It was something beyond amazing..My life was unparalleled over there. People were constantly on the move.

Concerts here.. parties there, ..just mention it ...Everything was soo bright out there. And the most important of all is that everybody lived the moment.. It was soo bright as though it was a dream come true for me.. I had been waiting for something such as this to come and sweep me off my feet ..And I literally got swept away in their carnival of their everlasting celebration"

MJ was elated "And you know I even got an offer to model...how cool is that right?"

Peter listened to her open mouthed and he never imagined that there was something out there soo bright and so vivid...

Peter wondered was it really possible...well he knew that he was stuck in her but he never imagined that the outside would so glamorous.. The way MJ described him made Peter wish if only he could go there...

He had been rotting away in this shitty place for too long, he desperately needed a fresh start. But too bad for him ..he could never back away from his alter ego and he knew... for the safety of mankind he must shun from devouring these worldly pleasures.

"you know Pete you could do some real good by taking a break... I see that you have been stuck here since ...like forever. Go out ..see what the world has got to offer.. enjoy.. go on blind dates... get a hangover.. You won't regret I tell you. " said MJ .

"You know I can't MJ. I need to get a scholarship from school and try to get into a decent college."

"Okay fine do whatever you feel like doing.". Retorted MJ. "And by the way speaking of girlfriends, do you have one?" asked MJ teasing him as she knew that nerd could never win himself one.

Peter was completely taken aback as she unabashedly broached the topic head on.

"Well, there is one"

"WHAT?...for real?" exclaimed MJ as though it was surreal.

"Yep"

"Oh Cupid.. thank you.. You have finally made your way to nerdy Parker.. What are the odds.. So Peter Parker tell me everything. Start with her name try not to miss ?"

"Alright Alright.. Her name's Gwen Stacy. She is from my class. She is new and she didn't have any friends . I was the first to talk to her. She is brilliant and chemistry's her strong area. Its like she can easily concoct even the toughest of the chemicals without even a drop sweat. She is science wiz. But it was her nature that attracted me to her the most. She always saw the good in everybody regardless of the person they are. She someone that mere words simply won't complete her. "said Peter at a single stretch.

God, he felt soo good in confiding into someone...really, this thought was really bugging him and he finally got a chance to vent his perturbed thoughts. Peter felt as though a heavy weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He stared blank eyed at MJ as she assessed whatever Peter told her.

"Holy shit...That is something quite serious dude...I am happy for you. Are you still together or what?" asked MJ

"No we are not speaking to each other right now. We are going through a rough patch. The sudden death of her father has truly shaken her. She is taking time to heal. And i was not there when she needed me the most.." said Peter trying desperately to console himself rather than breaking down in front of her.

Peter fought back his tears..

He wanted to be strong...not weak... he wanted people to see him as someone stable...someone concrete. Who could stand up for themselves super powered or not...

"I am so sorry Pete. But I am sure she will come around. Judging from her character I think if you think she is the one don't falter from your path. Stay strong and fight for her, no matter what the consequences may be. Also the fact that she still care obviously means she still has contained feelings for you but she is withholding herself. You should speak to her Pete. Try not to beat around her too much. Whatever you think of doing, do it in front of her. I am sure she will surely get by you" assured MJ

Peter nodded. He knew she was right. He had to be sure and direct with her, muster up courage and say it out loud...

"And Peter, heard there is a new superhero in town...Spiderman"

"Yeah what about him..." trying to sound very casual... but ended up gulping at the end.

MJ looked up at him giving him a quizzical look. "He is all over the tv and people are talking about him. There has also been reports about him being the saviour of Ney York...you know how he stopped the lizard into releasing that biochemical shit all over..."

"Yeah.. yeah.. I know..." said Peter trying to add something sensible...

"Well what is he like? Have you seen him up close?" said MJ dreamily

" I have seen him a few times. He is just looks like a normal guy jumping around ...trying to save the day. But those who have seen him say that he is amazing "

"Well I..."

"Mary Jane your aunt i wants you down. Its getting late dear!" screamed Aunt May at the top of her lungs from downstairs.

"What ?so soon? Well our conversations were just beginning to get interesting"

"No no Mary Jane ..your aunt has had a rough day remember. She needs rest . Come over tomorrow and have your breakfast with Pete over here ok dear." said Aunt May, climbing up the stairs and peaking into the room.

"Finnnnneeee... Pete. I better get going. See you tomorrow morning. Bye!" said MJ, stifling a yawn with her hand, as she walked downstairs.

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Morning came pretty soon. The sun burnt the back of Peter's eyelids, until he gave up trying to sleep any further. He was groggy. His hair all dishevelled and tangled in a mess that would be a nightmare even for a girl to untangle them yet again.

Peter got up his feet and slowly found his way in into the dining space tripping and yawning as he descended down the stairs. He saw an irritatingly cheerful MJ sitting at one end of the table with a bowl of cereal . With her mouth full of cereal milk dripping from the corner off her, she looked at Peter and grinned.

"Morning Pete" exclaimed MJ.

"Good morning..."said Peter lazily.

He slumped on a chair nearby MJ. MJ switched on the television in an attempt Peter even more. She cranked up the volume that made his ears hurt.

"UNNGH", exclaimed Peter as he made a futile attempt to cover his ears to block the unpleasant sound

His eardrums kept ringing with an uncontrollable humming sound that kept buzzing continuously. Thanks to his acute hearing, the hearing discomfort that he felt ... was severely augmented.

This drove any pending feeling of grogginess that he had right out of the window.

Well now Peter was officially awake and MJ had a good laugh.

Peter cursed MJ, cursing her voice, hating everything about her. She disturbed him from his sleep.

But on the television something caught his eyes. The headlines were "Osborn senior dies. Osborn junior to take up helm."

The reporter said-" ... it has been reported just know that the CEO of OSCORP, Mr Norman Osborn took his last breath in his private suite here in New York. He survived by his only son Harry Osborn who will be taking over his mantle as the new CEO of OSCORP. The police have refrained from commenting any further about his mysterious death but sources have confirmed that he had been showing symptoms of excessive weakness and violent rage outbursts over the past few years. No one suspected his to be so sudden death..."

Peter knew that Mr Osborn had been very sick for the past couple of years. Once during his patrol, he stopped by Oscorp tower to catch his breath. As Peter sat down on the balcony, when he saw Mr Norman Osborn tripping .

Peter thought that he was drunk but something about him was wrong. He spit out blood from his mouth as he made a desperate attempt to grab hold of a nearby chair.

Only then Peter saw the something that made his augmented spider senses make his blood grow cold. Peter perched behind one of the statues to prevent himself from getting caught. And then whatever he witnessed ... was a monster in Osborn's physique.

He had green scales that partially covered him. His eyes were demonic as if in pain. Huge talons replaced his intricately manicured nails. There was a significant increase in his size and mass. The continuous grunts that the creature made were savage. There was nothing human left in him.

Just then he heard a blood curdling scream and there was a sudden flash of light and a sudden spike in temperature. ...

He was blinded for a few seconds... As he let his vision clear and saw Norman sprawled eagle faced with his face down. His $2500 dollar fancy suit was in a huge pile of ashes and his entire body smoldered.

From far Peter took one good look at him.

His eyes ... they were just like those of a maniac...they were burning with evil...just like a Goblin gone rogue...

Peter felt sane enough to go and help Osborn out but right then there was a deafening scream as the fire alarms went off.

He got his cue to leave as he knew Norman Osborn would be in much capable hands.

Peter knew that something was very fishy going on with Osborn. Peter knew that he would never be able to forget that moment. It was still too vivid.

But then a pang of guilt overpower him as he was reliving moments of Harry's dad..

As far Peter remembered Harry was always close to his dad.

"Harry must be going through a lot of pain right now", Peter thought.

Upon empathizing, Peter found himself filled with the same morbid hopelessness tower over him ...no matter how hard he tried to bury them down deep inside, they always found a away to surface and take hold of him

Then there was a sudden bellow that made Peter come back to his senses.

"Peter ! Its time for school. Are just gonna sit there and stare at the television all day? Haul your ass off the chair and get ready or else you might be late again."

"Yeah Peter. Chop . I know what you have been thinking. But before that I want you to get dressed as soon as you can, slowpoke. My goodness, Pete my Granny has more energy than you, Come on, we will be late for our classes,"

"You will be late?...wait a minute why are you going to school?" asked Peter

"Peter I will be joining Mid town High . Hey ...did you even listen to a word I said last night?" exclaimed MJ. .

" We will need to sort things out, Pete. Now ..." said MJ sternly.

"But of course on our way... Right ...or else we might be late and i surely in hell want to make it on time on my first day." said MJ as sweetly as she could. But Peter could sense the hostility in her voice. Peter sighed.

"Well she hasn't changed a bit" Peter thought ...

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Fortunately for Peter, he didn't come across any trouble on his way for which he was very grateful. Mary Jane accompanied him as they walked to school.

Since she was all hyped about meeting new and old friends alike , she just couldn't shut herself up. Nevertheless he kept on bragging all their way to high school. But Peter felt comfortable , not to be alone and again in the midst of good company among old friends. ..maybe he missed all of this...

And also to his relief there were no incoming distress calls. And for that he was very helpful. How could he ever sneak past MJ? ..My goodness, he didn't think of thinking about it. She was a very difficult girl to dupe indeed he didn't have to take any detour on his way.

Fortunately Peter reached school on time today. That was when he saw the last of MJ. It was just as if she disappeared completely .

Well he knew couldn't blame her. Meeting all her friends after a long time would surely gonna take a hell of a time and that too for a social butterfly like her.

Peter again grew morose of thinking about the very prospect of seeing Gwen at class. Peter started to feel guilty all over again. Peter didn't miss any of his classes but was wrecked with guilt all over again.

Nevertheless it was event less at school. Gwen still kept giving cold treatment to Peter.

Peter had a mind to come over and speak to Gwen, clarify things up but he couldn't.

He couldn't muster up enough courage, wasn't bold enough,. Completely wrecked with guilt, painful to him. His heart wept like a small child craving for a bar of chocolate that he couldn't afford.. He gritted his teeth. He couldn't mutilate himself all over again.

His raging teen hormones made him see no logic. In his foremost part of his mind...everything slipped away. Loosing uncle Ben was hard on him ..but loosing Gwen and his responsibilities as spiderman was way too harsh on him.

He wanted to be with someone. And most of all, he wanted Gwen. Gwen Stacy...Gwen Stacy...Gwen Stacey is the only think he felt like thinking. ..always imagining her golden image by his side...

The first half uneventful.. Soon it was lunch break. As usual Peter sat himself at the farthest corner of the cafeteria with his plate of food away from all of them..

The only event that happened was when MJ shouted Gwen's name right in front of everyone which made his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

He knew MJ wanted the two of them to get close and speak so that they could work it out.

And in their second half all of them had chemistry practical. Peter had a lot of difficulty in concentrating on his work as Gwen was working right across the room from him.

Neither of them raised their heads. They kept working throughout the entire duration. Peter was completely distracted as he couldn't just take his eyes away from her. He didn't looked at her directly but still managed to catch a good enough glimpse of her steady hands moving across test tubes . Her fingers sorted and moved gracefully across the test tube and beakers with extreme precision and that she had acquired with careful practice.

He even broke a test tube as he tried to tear his glace away from her. Man he was completely loosing it...

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After school Peter took off. As he ventured into a few unfriendly neighbourhoods, on his way he came across a gang who were trying their best to make a discreet drug exchange with some low life.

Peter watched them closely and saw that the gang members all had a specific symbol...had Cantonese writings over the entire length of their arms. They had to be the Chinese triad.

Without giving even a second thought, he leaped forward. The trajectory of his fall was aimed in such a manner that he landed right on the bag with enough force to spill all of its contents all over.. POOF...a thick cloud of white dense powder rose up from the baggage and powdered stuff was all over the place ..just like a miniature mushroom cloud like a tiny nuclear reaction.

One of the gang members, who seemed to be their boss shouted at him ..saying something gibberish.

"Golly, he is mad", thought Peter.

As the mob boss kept speaking... without wasting a single millisecond he webbed the remainder of the drug and webbed the entire bag up sealing it perfectly . He took it and placed it behind his back as though he was a carrying a large cocoon like a bag pack.

And then for the gang members everything seemed as surreal...

His spider sense tingled. He turned around and made a quick assessment as the seven of them approach him altogether. All of them had sticks, metal rods, chains but one had a gun. Just as he was about to shoot. Spidey could easily predict the path of the trajectory that it was going to follow. He quickly shot out a line of web, yanked the gun away from his hand even before he could turn off the safety and threw it in a nearby bin.

Then everything was a flash.

Spidey dodged every move that they tried to throw at him. But it was just like waving their weapons and fists furiously in air. Then spidey punched one of them ...square on the face.

POW... and sent him sprawling back a few feet. As the rest attempted to flee, Peter jumped over their heads and bashed their skull together.

It was really a breeze for spidey... his trusty spider sense guiding him ..providing him enough time to calculate their weak spots and subdue them with the greatest ease. It was cake-walk for spidey. Jumping ...dodging... Jabbing ...webbing... it was all in his instinct... the way he fought. ..it seemed like a beautiful art of its own.

It was not long before Peter subdued all of them and left them hanging upside down above the lamp post entangling them in his web of shadow...along with the bag pack of drugs attached.

They swung like a pendulum in motion ..shouting curses ..at him(or that was what Peter thought as curse) as he swung away on his way home and leaving their fate in the hands of NYPD.

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Peter walked leisurely thinking and making up his mind if he should really go and face Gwen. He was in turmoil. He knew that he needed to speak with her before things got worse.. As he neared his house, he saw a huge limo waiting at the curb of his house.

Peter looked quizzical and neared the vehicle when there a soft whirring noise and the power window slid down.

"Hey tiger. Hop in.", said MJ with a grin.

"Wait ..what's this? How did you come to possess this overpriced car? Is it yours?", asked Peter looking bewildered at her.

"No, of course not, dummy. It was Harry. He sent this limo. He wants the three of us to spent time.. you know just like old times."

Peter watched at her trying to comprehend what she had just said.

"He is here?" asked Peter staring wide-eyed at her.

"OMG Pete ...Get inside and I will narrate "A brief History of time" to you.", said MJ irritably.

"What about aunt May? What did she say"

"I told her that you would be staying over with me and Harry. She was glad that you were going to spend time with us cause ..you know ..she felt you were getting distant lately. Now come get inside before I tell the driver to go on without you.", retorted MJ

Peter quickly got inside the car before MJ got cranky. Peter is afraid of this crankiness of MJ ..well you could say he is terrified of her.

When Peter sat inside, he was looking at a miniature house inside. The leather upholstery was soft like a bed that could be easily slept it. Even the car had its old theater inside along with a mini refrigerator.

He stared at awe at the lavishness that hung around.

"I know right Pete. It seems just like a small room. Well, Harry wants the best for us. I wonder how's he doing" said MJ thoughtfully.

Peter and MJ spent in quietness trying to savor the bliss that hung around in the vehicle. It was soothing.

He didn't ever hear any foreign sound from outside. They just slide through the blazing New York traffic without realising a thing. They didn't even realize when the driver arrived at their destination. The ride was super smooth.

As they stepped out of the vehicle together, Peter noticed a bulk of a man in a well tailored suit. As they approached him. It indeed turned out to be Harry.

Harry looked like a younger version of his father. He had dark circles under his eyes but nevertheless his face broke into a smile when he saw them. He was sad no doubt but there was some kind of a renewed vigor about him. He had grown taller than Peter , almost a foot. He had packed more muscles over the past few years.

Just then Peter head started to buzz, it was some kid of a light buzz that hovered like a bunch of angry bees. Well he had never experiences this in his head before. Well his spider-sense was strong enough warning him of imminent threat or danger so obviously it was not his spider sense ...it was something else. He gave up pondering ...obviously it was not his spider-sense, so what could go wrong ...right thought Peter.

Harry's overall frame was magnificent. He looked like a model human with amped up ..everything.

Peter and MJ hugged him and they paid their condolence for his fathers demise.

"Its good that he's gone. I have seen his condition worsen over the past few years. He had trouble breathing. It was torture for him. I knew that he wasn't going to make it ..at least he was free now. God rest his soul! " said a lachrymose Harry.

But the buzzing in Peter's head continued to disturb him ...he knew something was wrong but he couldn't place it.

Still he decided to ignore it. He was with his old friend after so long ..just the three of them ...nothing else mattered.

Peter finally smiled as he felt safe mentally and physically. He was swelling with good thoughts ..pleasant thoughts that he was deprived so far... he seemed so lost to have found his way back among his friends ...he was only too glad.

All of them sauntered into their private elevator as they made their way into Harry's private pent house...

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