Author's note - Hello once again. This process of juggling of characters is a lot more difficult than I expected it to be. Anyway, I really did enjoy trying to complete this chapter.
And of course a thanks to Highlander348 and Ravenmore45 for the awesome suggestions. I hope that I have been able to satisfy you with my story.
And I am so very thankful for the reviews that all my readers has left out for me so far.
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Peter's POV
Peter was writhing in confusion. His head felt like it was about to burst, like a watermelon.
After everything that has happened, it had had to end up with MJ once again.
Time and again he found himself stuck in the same place with the same person again and again, right in front of him, fighting for her own life.
But Dr Jemma Simmons had assured him that there was really nothing to worry. And that she would patch her up, good as new.
Peter just sometimes wondered how long this would keep going on and on.
It was all the same again, the familiar feeling of déjà vu.
Other than the type of injuries that she sustained.
The steady sound of the pulse rate monitor was the only thing that was keeping him sane.
Peter trusted her, but still his head kept bugging him, like someone kept stamping over his grey matter again and again.
He had to find a way to pull this through. It would be dawn anytime now and Peter had to be in his bed, just in time for his aunt to wake up.
And if she found out his empty unslept bed, she would freak out even more, now that she knew what Peter had always been up to and on top that involving MJ along the way.
Doing all kinds of dangerous stuff, maybe even went physical, whatever MJ did as Peter went out at, the increased outdoor activities that she indulged in and now even involving MJ, her repeatedly getting hurt, the unexplained bruises and cuts that she had to explain to her aunt every day. Well both aunts May and Watson.
Aunt May saw a daughter in her. Always showing and acting concerned and trying to do the best for her. Just like the way she did for Peter.
She had to make up stories trying her best for her aunts to see reason and that sometimes that rendered her severely weak and especially with nowhere else to go to, no one else to, it was obvious for her to be scared, with no one else to look out for as she herself was scared for what would ever become of her.
That was where Peter came in.
She could at least relate to him.
The way Peter handled his dual life was like a pro and MJ had to draw inspiration from him.
And there she was, once again she was lay back in the same familiar white sheets, back in her bed, Dr Simmons looming over her with a clipboard in hands, making sure her vitals were all in check.
All of this was making him sick. He moved back and sat down on one of the med bays.
Agent Fitz hurrying to him.
"Yo, my man. I know. You might find it a bit difficult to make us actually understand whatever that has been going on with you and especially that fight. Oh god, that was way over my head. The way you said, I mean it might be just theoretically possible, but practically, I myself have never heard of anything so absurd. I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but I had to say this out loud. Anyway, as you said that all of this is really over, I guess, we could cut ourselves some slack now, huh?"
Fitz gave him a lofty childish grin. But his face could not hide the traces of chagrin, ripe on his face.
He was trying his best to lighten his mood.
But none of that was not at all helping Peter.
"Fitz I really appreciate for what you guys have been doing, but this is something I could never celebrate. This isn't the first time Mary Jane has been stuck in that same place once for which I am to directly blame for it. So I can't really celebrate about it. And every time I know that she might just pull through but what about her feelings? Have you ever thought what she might go thorough, again and again going through the same arc of traumatising experiences, every time being revived from the jaws of death? Oh boy….". Peter sighed.
"This is not cool and not all far for her. My closest friend lies there fighting for her life not that I don't trust Dr Simmons but I just sit down here like a dumb clueless boy only praying that she recovers quickly. God I should have been there right in her place for all that matters. Whatever that has happened to her, should have happened to me. And that was what I had signed up for and not her but how come she ends up there and not me. I am the devil right here. Imagine the cruel things that I might have done to deserve this kind of faith, to watch my friend getting ploughed down in front of my eyes again and again without anything to do."
Peter could feel his body vibrating, the likes that was rattling him the most ever since he found out that it was indeed Dr Connors with that crazed mutation roaming the streets in the form of a giant lizard.
"Now now. you have got to calm down."
Fitz slowly got up and patted him.
It felt soothing to him.
Human touch seemed to take away at least eases almost half of his pain. That is what staying with Gwen taught him. She comforted him like no one else.
Gwen.
Gwen. Oh Shit.
He had to speak to her.
It has been so long.
God knows, what she would be thinking right then, problem thinking why he hasn't contacted her.
He would make sure that everything would be alright.
Things had been crappy enough.
Once MJ gets patched up, Peter vowed to make everything the way they were. Nothing would ever destroy the daily monotonous routine that he had.
The routine in which he was the hero, the one who puts his life in danger to save people and protect the people he cared about the most, where he would risk his ass out.
He was ready to do all of it.
He just wanted to go back. Back to his old room.
Back in the familiar scent of his pillows and the creaking of the floor boards.
But for now he had to think of making up to Gwen.
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Gwen's POV
Oh, God!
That rush felt good.
She made her way back to her class, crawling and jumping trying to swing occasionally, using her new found powers to the fullest, and of course her extra arms. She had real fun.
Especially since her arms would obey her thoughts only when in danger but most of the time, they acted mostly on reflexes. Unless she forced to subdue them, to come under her command.
And once again, the day was frustratingly long and so very boring.
Peter did not show up. The entire day was like he didn't exist.
He should have called her up at least once.
Let him found out the hard way, then. Thought Gwen.
This is my life. I will do whatever I want to do. Why the hell should I care about him?
The more Gwen trued to be cold towards him, there was something that she felt.
A distant feeling. Almost like sadness built somewhere inside her. Somewhere within her.
She knew that it was not at all true for her. Cause she knew that she was lying to herself. She was trying to be brave without him. She tried to think that she didn't need hi, but deep inside she knew that she needed him.
Was that the void?
Was that the thing, something that she could never connect herself? Something that was off within her, almost like a part had been locked up within her.
She felt that familiar feeling that had been building inside of herself now.
She knew that it was nothing positive.
It was deep and heavy. Almost like an interloper.
Morose like something was wrong.
But she knew that nothing was actually wrong with her.
Everything was fine with her unless it was something else.
The class bell had already rang.
Gwen made no attempt to move away from her seat.
She remained seated right there as the class poured out into the hall way.
She waited all of them to leave and in the meantime, she pretended to do nothing but peruse through her notes, trying not to draw any attention towards her.
Right then one of her classmates stood up to her, Rita spoke to her.
"Hi, there. Looks like you are looking for something. Can I help you out?"
"No. thank you, I am just trying to look for this…" She pretended to look for something, like something that was important to her. She rummaged through her backpack, pulled out a stack of books. A small trinket like from the corner of her bag, onto the floor.
That trinket.. It was a kind of a small cute looking totem, that had silver embroidered around it that had two embossed words on it – Luck and Hope.
It had been so long since she last saw that piece of jewellery. It was a kind of a lucky charm that her father got her for her birthday when she was fifteen years of age. She looked at it fall down in slowly, almost calling her and mocking her, catching and reflecting the tiny amount of light every time it twirled, each time everywhere like it was trying to illuminate trying to show her a path towards hope and love.. It would have a piece of cake of her to grab it right there in mid-air. The small on her back had already began to itch, thinking of forcing its way out of its shackles so that it could catch it.
But no.
Gwen was quick enough to get a grip on herself before her extra arms could erupted right from her back and … there was actually no use in thinking what would have actually happened by that time. She would not be careless. Being careless would cost heavy on her, not like she cared but there was this moment, like something inside her told her to.
Like a guiding voice.
The first time ever like she finally realised what had been missing inside from her.
It was like having a part of Peter inside her. His views, his thoughts everything seemed so familiar to her somehow.
It was Peter.
It had to be him.
Now when she thought of him, it seemed to her like the voidness inside her fill up, slowly. Like there is finally warmth in the cold deserted part of her residue heart, which she thought it to would freeze over as there was life throbbing inside that part.
She clutched her heart, grasped it hard, as the sudden growth of emotions overwhelmed her, under its weight as it grew progressively.
It was painful and hard. Her father and then that overwhelming emotion of Peter being inside of her, mentally like a part of resided within her, like he was a part of her.
Like there was something that could be nothing more fulfilling than him.
"There it is. Found it."
Gwen bent down quickly and picked up the trinket, partly because she wanted to hide her face. Heavy tear drops fell on the floor, like she had no control.
Gwen picked it up and placed it on her palms.
She looked at it like it was some lost distant memory.
She planted a light kiss on it, feeling the cold metal meet her luscious lips before shoving it straight into her pocket.
"Oh, what is that?" asked Rita seeing Gwen all leering over a small shiny metallic object as Gwen shoved in inside her breast pocket.
Just typical girlish curiosity over shiny objects. Who is to blame?
Gwen quickly got up and pulled herself from her moment of distress.
One of her most impressive feats of her strength is her complete control against all emotions, like she could keep a straight face and even when nothing is right going on with her.
She wanted her to stop asking all about this. This particular thing had great sentiments for her and she didn't want it to share it with anybody.
But Rita on the other hand was not going to give that up easily, she kept pestering and bothering her, where she had got such a jewellery.
Whatever it was, it was quaint and beautiful. Pleasing to the eyes, like you could never tear your gaze away from it.
Gwen slowly came out of her classroom, with Rita behind her, the persistent character that she was, she never let go of her, till she would another glimpse at it which might later lead to touching them, prying into them that was very much against her comfort level and girls like these, Gwen had seen enough of them to know how exactly to deal with them. They would only rest till they had seen enough of it, till their monstrous need of inflicting pain in others or more of their curiousness is satisfied, till their never ending need is completely satiated and that wasn't fair.
She won't show it again and again. It was a mistake. She never imagined it to be there first of all or else she would have removed it. But truth be told, she had never thought of that token of self-retrospection to find her in that way. It was way too creepy for everything that had been going on around.
First her powers, that horrible feeling of emptiness that could be filled by Peter and now the long lost totem that had finally found her.
It just wasn't a show piece that was left to be tampered with.
That particular piece held great meaning to her and she would never anyone see it. The values that had been embedded in it.
True she didn't understand all of that when she was small, well who would give a shit to all of that, when you are young and carefree.
Gwen, seeing a chance, scurried quickly behind a crowd of her friends with Rita tagging right behind her.
She didn't give her a chance. Her extremely honed senses and mathematical probability just chalked out the right way, all of that could go away, only if she willed it. She just had to will, all of that to make this happen and the rest would fall right to its place.
Gwen disappeared behind them, making it the perfect cover and her newly found nimble body further dodged, pushed and ducked around and disappeared right in the crowd leaving Rita far behind.
Gwen chuckled to herself.
This was fun.
It was endless.
It was like trying out every single stuff now but only it had only more enjoyable now.
It wasn't long before Gwen finally managed to get herself ahead through the crowd.
She walked out of all that ramble quick and smooth.
Hassle free.
As she moved about, she could see heads turning around to look at her.
It was not like they had never seen her before, the boys and even the girls turned around to look at her.
Most of them waved at her while the boys hushed, talking quickly and murmuring something intelligible.
Something among them perked up her attention.
So she concentrated on them.
Even though she was five to six meters away from them, their whispers were loud and clear to her, like her subconscious, amplifying the frequency of their voices, their whispers now almost equivalent to that of someone's voice speaking a bit loud than their normal voice.
True it was a bit difficult at first.
The first time it was like taking in all of the squabble that went on around her.
The rustling of leaves and the movement of ants looking of every ounce of food it could look for, just seemed to be too loud.
It took her a good ten seconds to get all of it inside her, process all the millions of thoughts that were in such turmoil, stabilize them at the same time, but still she had it done.
Their thoughts flowed inside her as she made them a part of her now, which made their conversation like she was a part of them right there, like they were speaking about her right in front of her which just made it so very weird.
Still the complements and the way they spoke about her made blood rush on her skin.
Goodness, how come they could ever think of such things like that.
Boys were sure creepy. But no doubt, but she felt special, like she had attention.
Well who doesn't like attention?
Gwen looked down, she could feel the smile creeping up on her face, no matter how hard she tried to stop it, but no avail. It was like the moment she tries the more ruthless her instincts fought against her, like demanding a need to project that smile and especially when she was hiding it.
Especially how magnificent she would look if the boys saw her flushed skin and her partially parted lips to give that beautiful smile.
Something in her took pride in all of it, although she didn't want any of it but the way it kept coming back to her, she couldn't stop it.
She scuttled quickly away from all those raunchy thoughts cause she knew that she would explode right there. And the way they were laughing, oh …
Come on, she as a girl in her teens, thoughts like this would further pull open the curtain the veiled that carnal desire that all animals possessed, that primal instinct, however controlled they were.
After all man was indeed an animal.
She quickly jogged past the school bus and thought of just jogging all the way to her place.
She had to let go all of that "energy" that was building inside of her.
So she turned and turned where ever she felt like taking turns, like every turn in every street, was like a decision that she made.
Anyway she had nothing to do at her home anyway.
All her tasks were completed, all she needed now was some lone time and that would be exactly how she would be spending the remainder of the day.
As she turned on, here and there, jumped above obstacles, like she was the wind, like an unhindered force of nature.
She felt a presence sneaking up to her.
Yet it was vaguely familiar.
Something it was, different but a lot like Peter. Was it Peter?
His weight, his vibrations, the million times that he walked past her, every second that she spent with him, she knew him better than anyone else.
She stopped suddenly right there suddenly and turned and looked around, had hoping him to pop behind her any moment now.
There he was perched on a residential; block, perched up like the way he does, the way he creeps up to her apartment.
No she turned and looked at him completely, looking at him completely.
She was angry.
Gwen's anger now sky rocketed seeing him all pleading doe eyed, the time when he removed his masked face.
"Oh, you are one cheeky fellow aren't you?"
"Gwen, Gwen please I can explain."
"Oh, shut up, please do shut up, or else there would be no stopping between the two of us right now. Parker, you are a real peace of shit. You know that. I am gonna rip your head off and now that I am perfectly capable, I would do that to you in a heartbeat. And I won't be quick. I really won't spare you."
"Wait how did that just happened? I heard you speak but you didn't even open your mouth." Gwen looked at him now more confused than ever.
"Something was wrong, something was off." She looked back at Peter still clad in his red and blue tunic, looked at her, like he could hardly believe his luck.
He put a palm on his head and scratched his mask just hard enough, almost threatening to tear it off.
"Follow me."
"Follow you? Where?" Gwen yelled at him, seeing him all perched up in his position and how cool he was, it still seemed to piss her off even more.
Still she followed him, leaped and jumped as Spiderman continued forward, enterd a tumble down shack and did all he could do to keep him at par on the ground level, so that Gwen would have no problem in tracking him down.
He looked her, the ease that he maintained in keeping pace with him, and her natural instinct to develop a likeness towards it.
Gwen looked at Spiderman, as he made her found in somewhere deep, where there wasn't any one nearby. Gwen leaped up a building, her equilibrium changing and shifting as she saw fit, making her grasp wall, almost running on them like it was a child's play.
Still, Gwen couldn't hide that smile.
Just as she reached Peter, he quickly opened his mask and stood there right at the centre of the terrace that they would prove them a perfect cover, from all of the prying eyes that could wreck a solid havoc if anyone saw the two of them, especially J Jameson, another scoop for his damning stories and his stupid baseless exemplum and the numerous complaints out of which most of them were made out.
He looked around once more just for the sake of his security.
Then he pulled his mask from his face and turned to face Gwen once again.
Gwen looked at him.
Circles under his eyes told a story of his own.
"Gwen I am really sorry for whatever I put you through, but what did you just do?"
Gwen looked away from him, and turned to face the distant lined trees that were lined against one another, the afternoon sunlight canopying the ground below and looked far away.
She knew what exactly he was talking about. The mutations that now gave her spider like powers. She could sense that intense feeling, that deplorable feeling and impuissance that was tearing through him.
She felt bad and she wanted him to see the things the way she saw them.
"Why do you care about that now? Whatever I did, it was for my own free will and most of all I wanted it. I don't care, if you approve this decision of mine or not but this is exactly the way I wanted it to be."
"Gwen. I am sorry for not being there for you. I really am, I know that you are pretty pissed at me and I am the only reason, behind all of this, but listen to this, I have a pretty good reason for all of this. Trust me, please, Gwen. You have to believe me."
Gwen knew that she was being rough on him and somewhere deep inside his heart she felt it.
His pain, his guilt.
She had never intended for him to go this rough on him but still she decided to play on it.
Peter's face mused, shifting through his pensive intense moods and stares.
Gwen could also feel something like a giant wave building inside of him.
She felt it intensify inside him, like it was made if iron, a blacksmith hammering a piece of iron.
She could feel him.
His heartbeat.
The faint lub dub sound that his heart kept making, beating and pumping blood furiously through his veins.
"I know Gwen. You are feeling all of this. This intensified feeling, it is all the same with you. I can feel you as well. Just the way you feel are understanding me.."
Gwen gasped.
"How did he do that? He says he can feel me.. How is that even possible?"
"And Gwen, Our minds are mentally linked. Like quantum entanglement. So whatever you think, I will know the same thing."
"Really, a special connection between us just like the one you and MJ share. Oh, so you mean to say you know exactly what I am thinking?" Gwen challenged him. Her head reeled at this.
Quantum entanglement. This is huge. Why haven't I thought of this?
"Ok, right then, tell me what exactly am I thinking right now?"
"Gwen, all of this pretty useless, believe me. And especially don't you really feel this weird thing between us. Happened to me as well, I could feel something creeping up inside me. Just listen for once please Gwen. I know exactly what you have done to yourself. I know that you took my blood, reverse engineered a serum out of it and used the extrimis as an accelerant. You know that I should not be knowing all of this stuff right but you see that is the thing. The same thing happened with MJ and me as well. The two of us could read each other's thoughts. Its like we are more or less linked. Like a single mind but two bodies, something roughly of that sort. And hence quantum entanglement."
That was the missing peace that Gwen always felt missing inside her. The hollowed out feeling, like a part of her head wanted to be filled by someone else and now that Peter had mentioned it.
All of it fell down like puzzle pieces.
That was her answer right there.
Gwen turned around. She didn't feel like looking at him.
Her hatred inside grew inside somehow but she knew all of that won't matter much because she loved him.
"Gwen, please please, we can sort all of this out together. We can do it together. You know that I love you right. All of this it doesn't matter to me anymore. We can be together. We can …"
Peter sounded so hopeful, like Gwen had been just waiting to jump in his arms.
But it was not like that.
Just before Peter could ever think of completing his thought that was flowing out of him, Gwen quickly turned to him and hugged him tight.
"Wow, Gwen you sure have a good grip now."
She could feel Peter hugging her back.
The same familiar smell of him, the brown hair that was plastered on his forehead due to sweat.
Gwen wanted to live in him.
And for some reason, she knew that Peter could sense all of that.
Gwen removed herself from her grip and looked at him once again.
"Peter." She whispered. "Oh, now I do don't I honey?"
Gwen could have been arrested right there.
She was transfixed by him just like he was to her womanly beauty and dripping with maidenliness.
"Peter I love you. You know that more than anyone in this world, right. And you will never know how hard its been for me realising that the two of you to be all around together now, you babysitting her most of the time. And that has been really bothering me. I know that I sound a little crazy right now but that is the sole and the ultimate truth. I have always been an open book to you and for always I will be for that matter."
Gwen looked at him again, stared deep down into his smooth, warm and comforting caramel brown eyes.
He smiled at her warmly.
"Gwen. It will always be you for me. And it had=s always been you. I have never even had a serious relationship without anyone other than you and I promise you that I will make "us" last."
Peter placed a warm kiss on her forehead and took her in his embrace again.
Gwen could feel tears building in her, now threatening to fall any moment now.
But the warmth of his embrace was holding her up, just fine.
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Peter's POV
Except the screw up that Gwen did to herself, everything was looking bold and strong for him.
MJ was up and early, and as usual, he came in and the two of them walked to college together.
She looked fine. Not a single scratch on her perfectly toned body.
Apparently her instantaneous healing helped her recover from the worst, so she came back somehow.
No one could ever look at her and make assumptions about the massive battlefield that had left her so broken and battered, tell her the massive battled that she had faced with Peter.
She was absolutely fine and he was eager to meet Gwen once again in his classes.
"Hey, you look chirpy. What is it? You were gloomy the entire day yesterday." enquired MJ, a bit curious to why the sudden change in his nature.
She pried in his head, like playing foosball, turning and twisting the handles and to get the answer all she had to do was score, which was too easy for her.
And Peter didn't mind.
He let her look inside himself.
"Uh oh" MJ squealed a bit.
All of that intimacy, the in depth of the amount of closeness, really took her off guard, took her by surprise, she couldn't handle it. Peter could see her slowly going a bit red.
Peter could sometimes feel something weird between the two of them, although he never mentions it.
She was his best friend and there wasn't anything that could be done any way in this regard.
Peter was seriously committed with Gwen and he would definitely hold his end of the bargain chip.
Peter felt his consciousness being pried once more, the way Gwen preped up the concoction.
It was really awesome for her to do all of that all alone. That is really commendable.
"Goodness me, she actually figured out a way to do all that right? Like she is also a part of our connection now, isn't it? But I have never felt her ever in mine."
Peter could feel the unwantedness in her voice. It was almost like the swallowing venom for him.
Was there a bit of hostility towards her, that Peter could sense right then, in the heart.
"Neither have I. Maybe its some kind of a latent trait that has been building inside of her, maybe it would eventually link up with ours."
"And especially she actually got to make that serum all of her own and then make it compatible inside her own system, man I have got to stay out of this, or else my freshly baked brain will be burnt to a crisp!"
"Yes yes, its crazy isn't it. I wonder how the hell she concocted aall of that up. But now everything has been settled in between us and I am really looking forward to this day".
"yes, I am actually so glad that the two of you are finally going banging right now" MJ gave out a nervous laugh.
"Oh, now I remember, there was something that I had to pick up. Its an assignment that I was due way back last week. You know, just go on. I will follow you."
Peter looked at her.
Her smiled seemed so genuine but her head seemed to be so conflicted.
Something was really wrong.
And curse this ability.
This did not allow him to sense the same way that MJ opened up the inside his head, just like popping a can of coke.
He did not understand.
If she wanted she could block him right there and if he tried to do the same thing, he would never be able to block him or even shield himself from her extremely inquisitive mind.
Unable to think of anything else, Peter walked back slowly to school, now severely missing her company of MJ chattering all the way till his classes.
He turned around to look back MJ disappear as she slowly took off running.
Her head was shaking wildly, almost looked like fire licking up the atmosphere.
She did not look back at him.
She kept running till Peter saw her mingle with the rest of the morning crowd.
Beneath the facade of people with suits and all people with business like faces.
There was nothing he could do. Like he was stuck right there.
He could sense her all the way but he could react the way he wanted to.
It was to like they had something between them , although he could feel the same warm fuzzy feeling that MJ always has with him around.
But he was already committed to Gwen and Gwen was the only person he loved.
MJ on the other hand had the dangerous edge to her, and truth be told, that itself kind of an aphrodisiac.
Peter turned his head away from her direction and started to walk back on to the track he was on.
He would make it right for both of them, but for now he had to make it right with Gwen.
She had suffered enough.
He would be there for her from now onwards.
He would make sure of that.
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MJ POV
MJ turned around the street.
The crowd of people were getting on her nerves.
She wanted to beat the shit out of anyone who ever tried to push out of her way and move on ahead of her.
She felt a little bit hemmed and hawed.
She leaped and jogged for almost five minutes which almost seemed like an eternity to her.
Her head pounded down so hard.
"What did just happen back there?"
Just for a moment, Mary Jane calmed down and thought for a moment to retrospect.
Just the moment when she thought something. Could she call it a spark?
That she was sure of.
She didn't need anyone to tell her that Peter actually cared for her.
Every time she was on the field with him, he was like scared stiff and doing all kinds of stuff that at times really pissed her off. Like she was a baby and needed extensive care but no. She could look out for herself.
But MJ knew that Peter have a thing going on, although they might not hang out or do stuff much but still.
As his childhood friend, she could not blame him.
He as a kind was always cared about how others felt and but the first time the immense pain and love that MJ felt when she had probed inside his head, she could actually see what Peter wanted to do with her after all she was an a fairly attractive girl in her teens.
Stuff that still now, MJ could feel her cheeks flushing and grow warm with excitement and disappointment because she knew that he would never.
She didn't want any of these ideas to affect her but to her dismay, they were a real pain in the ass and her heart.
"Damn it, Parker. Why? Just tell me why? For a moment you really had me thinking like we could be a thing maybe…"
And now that the shit that Gwen did, tampered with something of his, some blood sample changing it and do this and that, and then again just like him, spewing nerd all over in her mini lab that she had.
MJ couldn't understand the underdeveloped feelings that flushed and resurfaced up so sudden at times, and the deal breaker was that Peter Parker was a nerd.
The biggest four eyed nerd she ever knew and of all guys, she used to think about him from time to time.
That was just too sad.
So crazy and sometimes in need of a company wherever she had been, Peter had always been there for her. Every time she would always lash out at someone, Peter would always find of a way to make her reason and pacify her somehow.
He was like this intermediary connection, a neutral base for her to come to her senses.
And the bond that they had were more than just the years of intimacy that the two of them had, as childhood friends.
It was worth cherishing.
The good and bad times that the two them shared was like this perfect piece of this exquisite memory.
MJ smiled as her head went back in time, looked at them, like a sea of glittering pearls.
She was sad and happy that the thing that they had even surpassed more than friendship.
It warm so damn precious to her.
On the way she stopped on her way to a coffee shop.
Maybe some caffeine in her crapped up system would help her to calm her down and the crankiness, she felt would disappear.
Fortunately the Starbucks at the corner, didn't have much traffic on them.
It was empty which was like a really good thing. She ran inside and asked for a cup of good old large cappuccino and packed a triple chocolate coated doughnut all packed up in a small brown paper bag that bore the bare breasted Rubenesque mermaid logo.
She was just about to get out of the shop when an insane shriek tore through the streets and hit her eardrums. It was piercing and mind you, a just a high pitched sound to your ears would never sound pleasant and that too in the morning, when her day was just going like shit especially with her enhanced senses.
She cringed at the sudden impact on her ears that felt like it would simply fall of her head.
So she scanned around, looked around desperately, trying to track the source of the sound.
There were people screaming. She could see people pointing up at the sky, the faces were bewildered, some scared shitless while the rest were more curious than ever trying to get out off the streets, desperately trying to save themselves.
She looked on to their line of sight, what was freaking them out so bad.
She could now understand, what was actually bothering them so much.
She saw like a girl, a medium height covered from head to toe in spandex, with extra pair of arms that stuck out from her back, swinging fluidly.
It was kind of grotesque in a way but the she did it, her gracefulness was undeniable, the way web spit out from her too many arms seemed surprisingly graceful. Maybe because she was a woman. Not too tall, looked short enough, but she had to say again, the costume was sexy.
She almost looked some kind of a nimble sexy goddess, with extra pairs of arms, like a supernatural deity.
MJ thought of following her, she had to.
Something about her was strangely familiar, something was vaguely similar behind that faced.
"What was it? Think MJ think. What are you missing?"
MJ quickly ran around the back of the Starbucks store.
There wasn't anyone around to look at her, she could change here itself. It was still early in the morning.
She had time.
She tightened her grip around her backpack around the shoulders as she quickly clambered onto the window sill that hung behind the shop, made her way across the roof.
Changed into her suit as quickly as she could leaped off to follow the eight legged masked feak that was scaring the shit out of people everywhere.
She herself was inquisitive of whatever that thing was or whoever that was.
She took off tracking her.
As she went on behind her, her heard spiralled around who the freak could it be.
She increased her speed, she neared the masked eight legged costumed hero.
As MJ followed her, she could make out a striking similarity in her costume with hers but still, although she hated to admit it, was sexy, maybe a bit more than her.
Her overall costume looked more revealing.
Seemed like a one piece suit, red and blue suit that left her shoulders, arms and her upper chest completely bare. A pair of sap gloves adorned her hands.
Her lower legs were bare as well, with angles boots which had web patterns on them.
She had a domino mask on her. It looked large enough to cover almost half of her face and her hair..
Wow, MJ was impressed herself. It was free flowing. Every hair strand looked like finely woven gold spun and stitched on a human scalp.
It was gorgeous.
But her extra pair of arms looked scary, a bit other worldly, bit alien like to be precise. And as usual, they were bare but it looked lethal t her. She had to steer clear off it.
Then the girl looked around her, faced her.
Beneath that domino mask, she could say that it had been the warmest face she had ever laid her eyes on.
She turned around right there in mid-air and looked at her. Like a pro gymnast, while the rest of her arms carried her forward towards a tall skyscraper.
She looked at her as she folded her bare arms, her other arms shot webs just like she did.
Bio webbing.
Just like hers.
Was it Gwen?
Now when she thought it to be her, they similarities were there but the masked freak in front of her looked more beautiful, like a beautiful god, her hair flying in a blitz made her look at her with awe and wonder.
And the last time she saw Gwen, she wasn't that breathtakingly beautiful. But the one in front of her was a model, a perfect amalgamation of sexy and beauty.
She followed her all the way to the top.
As they reached the top, she looked at her as her hands went limp.
The masked girl looked at MJ and smiled. There was huge black spider crest that covered her torso and that extended all the way back to the end of her costume, right where those hand t
The same lopsided grin that Gwen showed but only too rarely.
This curiosity was too much for her to handle.
She had to confirm it from her.
"Gwen, is that you?"
"It is me, alright."
MJ gasped. So it was true then.
"What the …? How? I mean I know how but all of this is huge ... I mean look at those arms, they are crazy, all of these I mean," MJ shook her head as she stammered with disbelieve.
It really was her and this sudden revelation was a bit too hard for her.
So it was true it was her and she had done something with Peter's blood to turn into that and she looked glad by it.
Mary Jane did not expect at least her to do this.
Considering the way she always imagined Gwen to be. Almost near perfect. The perfect example of a merit student and now just for the sake of spending more time with Peter, she did it and it looked like a price she was willing to pay.
God works in mysterious ways.
This is what her aunt always told her.
And there she was, injecting herself with all of that crap.
It was like she never respected the thing that she and Peter shared, the amount of responsibility that came with all of it, the idea that the two of them stood for.
It was just so sad. All of it seemed like her desperation to get Peter's attention.
She wanted her to see reason.
MJ just really could not believe how she could do it.
How immature of her.
Not that she did not want her only because she was over concerned of her safety but there was something else too.
Maybe it was the competition that she wanted to avoid.
Maybe she wanted to study Peter Parker the nerd who was turning to be maybe one of the greatest hero that the world has ever seen.
She didn't know but she wanted to.
And as Gwen was on the same run as her it would be tough for her.
Well first of it was Peter's first crush and her previous experiences reminded her, crushes are always difficult to let go and especially when the two them loved each other like crazy.
"Mary Jane Watson. I know that it has been very difficult for you to wait and fall right in the middle of all this and for that I am truly sorry for you."
Oh come on she did not really say that.
Something inside MJ snapped, like a thread.
"What did you say that?"
"Oh you are angry now? Come on. MJ, you should have known that all of this was bound to happen someday. I have seen you steal him right in front of my eyes and this won't happen now. Not the second time. I will fight for him just like he fought for me."
"So you can do that mental thinking too. So listen now, you are going to be screwed up so bad and so dead."
"Oh, no. I am not the one getting screwed up, it is you who is going to get her ass handed out to her."
MJ tried extra hard to probe herself inside her just like the way she did with Peter.
But to her surprise she couldn't even budge.
She couldn't penetrate her defence. It was iron clad. It seemed like she could withstand even the strongest of mental probing.
This would be difficult for her.
But MJ looked determined. She is going to lose her cheekiness right here, cause this would be the decisive battle between the two of them.
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So guys. Did you enjoy it?
And for the next chapter, it really gonna get epic, now that the squabble between the two girls is inevitable, right now.
It would truly showcase their strengths.
And things would get pretty interesting from there onwards.
And as the story further progresses, the tension between them would further grow and Peter would have a real headache trying to figure them out.
And of course, the rise of another villain as I had mentioned in the previous chapter.
And as always, suggestions are welcome and kindly do tell me if I really got the things right and any areas that needs improvement.
And once again, I am a sucker for reviews. Don't forget to leave them as they will just make my day.
J