Today, Peter decided to swing to school in his Spider-Man costume. Sometimes, he'd do a small patrol before school, and other mornings, he was too tired after long nights of beating crooks. Thankfully, there was nothing Peter could see that would cause him to be late, so he swung to Midtown High, and landed near the football field. Peter usually changed out of his costume to his normal attire while hiding under the bleachers so nobody could see him and who he secretly was. After Peter stuffed his costume in his backpack, he made his way towards the school entrance where Liz was among the crowd of students walking in. She decided to engage with him as they walked toward their lockers.

"Hey, Petey," she greeted. "Did you hear the news?"

"About Captain America?" asked Peter.

"I can't believe they actually found his body. I figured it would've been eaten by sharks decades ago."

"I know. Captain America was the world's first superhero. The world owes a lot to him. Chances are the nazis would've won World War II if it weren't for him."

The story of Captain America was well-known by everyone in the entire country, even if half of them weren't alive to see him in his day. He was also well-respected by not just civilians and politicians alike, but everyone else in the superhero community, too, and that included Spider-Man. Peter had always idolized Captain America. The colors of his costume were even inspired by the colors of the super solider's own costume.

"He's your favorite, right?" asked Liz. "You like him even more than Spider-Man?"

Peter could only sigh in his mind. Any clue that he was the famous web-crawler would only get more people on his case.

"It's kind of hard not to," answered Peter. "Captain America created the mold for every superhero who came after him. It's like a case of where nothing beats the original."

Liz didn't know as much about Captain America as Peter did, but she figured he knew what he was talking about. The boy knew his stuff. Even so, his insight wasn't always going to change her opinions.

"Spider-Man's my favorite," said Liz, as they walked up a flight of stairs.

Peter was in disbelief. Liz was the first person to say that to him, and the fact that he wasn't used to hearing good things about his alter ego made it even more unbelievable for him.

"Really?" asked Peter.

"Yeah," affirmed Liz. "He's not just our hometown hero, but it sounds like he really cares for the rest of us New Yorkers. Iron Man sounds like he only does it for publicity and I don't have to explain why I don't like the Hulk."

"You think so?" asked Peter.

"Of course," answered Liz. "Glory told me about the time Spider-Man stopped a guy who tried to steal her mom's purse. She mentioned how Spider-Man made sure she was okay and if she needed more help. I think that's genuine, unlike other people."

Peter felt flattered deep down, but the last bit she said made him curious about what she was referring to."

"And who would that people be?" he asked.

"Flash for starters," Liz replied. "When we went to Coney Island, he didn't look like he was having fun. Even when we were on the Cyclone, he looked bored. I got the same feeling at the dance last week. It just seemed he only danced because I wanted him to. It's like he's not into me anymore."

"Well, that's weird," said Peter. "It doesn't sound like Flash to be such a party pooper."

"He is when we're doing something he doesn't want to do," said Liz. "If it's something he wants to do, he'll never stop talking. I'm just not sure if he's the one for me anymore."

"Well, I can't make that choice for you," said Peter. "But if you still love him, I think you should keep trying to make it work."

"That's just it, Petey. I don't know if I still love him or not, or at least on the same level as it's always been."

Peter paused to think. He wasn't sure what to say that would make Liz feel better. He hoped Liz would speak again before he could come up with a decent response. Fortunately for him, she did.

"I guess I'll give him a few more weeks," she said. "I don't think I can go any longer than that. I'd rather be single than date someone I'm not in love with."

"I've never had a girlfriend, but I can certainly agree with you on that one," said Peter "I certainly wouldn't want to kiss a girl that I'm not in love with. On the lips I mean."

"If only I could tell that to Rand," suggested Liz. "I can't remember the last time he and Sally locked lips, and he's been looking sick of her for months now. I'm honestly amazed he's still trying."

Sally Avrill was known for being obnoxious and rude to people she perceived as beneath her. Somehow, that included her boyfriend, Rand Robertson. It seemed like he was only dating her just because of the need to have a girlfriend, no matter what she was like on the inside.

"Yeah, I think Rand deserves better," said Peter, who just realized the girl he just dissed was Liz's best friend. "Um, no offsense Liz. Forget I said that."

"Oh, don't be sorry, Petey," assured Liz. "I love Sal, but there's some things she could get better at. Don't tell anyone this, but I'm getting tired of it myself."

Before Peter could continue the conversation, the bell rang. They only had thirty seconds to get to their first class.

"Talk to you after school?" asked Liz.

"Sure, I'll have a few minutes," confirmed Peter.

As they went their separate ways, Peter could only think of how she said how Spider-Man was her favorite superhero. What he didn't realize was that she had become his favorite girl at Midtown to talk to.