Liz had seen her shares of crazy things in her lifetime, but within a span of a week, she had just seen two crazy things that might not ever be topped. First, her mutant abilities show up, and one week later, her friend from Midtown High just so happens to be her favorite superhero: the Amazing Spider-Man. Liz didn't know what to say or do. All she could do was stare at Peter in amazement with her jaw still dropped. As Peter landed back on her bedroom floor, he was at loss for words, too. He wasn't sure if he made the biggest mistake of his life by revealing his secret identity to someone for the first time ever, so he decided it would be best if he let Liz speak first. That is if she actually knew what to say, or had anything to say at all.

"Petey.." stuttered Liz.

She was so shocked that she couldn't even speak properly. It was so much to take in. All this time, he was the guy she admired so much and she had no idea until now. It was like last week was starting to repeat itself to Liz, except Peter was the one she learned had superpowers. Her mind was beginning to flood with questions, but she didn't know where to begin.

"Yeah, I'm Spider-Man," said Peter. "I know it's a lot to take in, but you're not the only one who didn't know. I haven't told anyone who I really am until just now."

Unfortunately, that didn't make it any easier for Liz to speak. She found it hard to believe nobody else could have known this, not even aunt.

"If my aunt knew about this, Spider-Man wouldn't be out every night webbing up bad guys, if not at all during the day."

Liz knew Peter's aunt would struggle with the stress of him risking his life everyday, so it would make sense that he wouldn't want her to know about his secret life, but she still couldn't process that Spider-Man was actually standing before her, right in her bedroom. Just when she was starting to feel like herself again after last week, the anxiety was starting to kick back into Liz's mind, and the feeling felt stronger than last week.

"Are you a mutant, too?" asked Liz.

"Not exactly," answered Peter. "Remember that field trip to Oscorp last year?"

Liz nodded. She didn't know what was important about that random day, but she knew he was going to say something that would explain why he even brought it up. Peter suddenly walked towards her and brought the top of his right hand close. She could see what looked like an old bug bite mark under his knuckles.

"One of Oscorp's spiders broke free and bit me right here."

Liz gasped in shock and in realization. She remembered there were glass cages of spiders in the genetics laboratory. As surreal as it sounded, the timing worked. It wasn't too long after that field trip that Spider-Man was first seen. Even if that could explain par of it to Liz, she still had so many questions she wanted answers to.

"Am I really the only one who knows?" asked Liz. "How could nobody else know?

"If you want to join this life, then you'll need someone who can help you when you need it. I'm not saying you can't take care of yourself, but it doesn't hurt having backup now and then. This life's no walk in the park from my experience. Believe me. There's a few bad guys I can't take down by myself. Sometimes, the Daredevil from Hell's Kitchen gives me a hand whenever he gets dragged into our turf. If you know who I am under the mask, it'll be easy for you to reach me."

Things were starting to make sense to Liz now. If anyone knew about the life she was now interested in getting into, it would be someone who already lived that life. Peter was looking out for her and making sure she wasn't going to do something she'd end up regretting for the rest of her life. Provided she would live long enough. To Liz, Peter's gesture was a sign of how much he was willing to risk at her own expense. The more people who knew who Spider-Man was under the mask, the more likely the rest of the world would eventually find out. The fact that she of all people was the first one he revealed his secret to, and the first one to know other than himself said a lot. There was still more she wanted to know about him, but she felt better knowing that her friend and hero was willing to trust her and let her in on his secret life.

"Can I ask you something Petey?" asked Liz.

"Of course Liz, go ahead," encouraged Peter.

"Why do you do it? Why do you risk your life everyday wearing that spandex?"

Peter sighed and his face fell. He always got depressed whenever he thought about it, but he knew she wouldn't be happy if he tried dodging it.

"I do it, because I know what happens when you don't try to do the right thing. I could've stopped a theft right next to me, but I let him go. That same guy killed my uncle."

Liz couldn't believe it. The idea of Spider-Man letting a crook go was unbelievable just by thinking about it, Peter being somewhat responsible for his uncle's death seemed impossible. To her, he must've felt so much guilt for what happened to his uncle that it made him feel obligated to make up for it in anyway he could.

"I don't ever want to make that mistake again. I thought maybe if I did what I was supposed to that day, maybe it would be easier to live with myself," he explained

Liz just stood in silence. When he came over, he was supposedly the one to be comforting her, now it seemed to be the other way around. She assumed the only thing she could do was give him her support, just as he had he given her over the past few weeks over her drama with Flash.