(Author's note) Yay! I am still alive. My ex-sister-in-law is still trying everything she can to get me killed. She has recently recruited her uncle to do something terrible to me. He has been a bad apple his entire life and thrives on doing terrible things to people. Hopefully, I will manage to thwart their plans and stay alive a lot longer. Wish me luck!

Chapter Eleven: Bouncing Betty

Because of his dream about Madam Webb, Peter couldn't get any sleep. Unlike his other nighttime dreams, this felt strikingly real. His anticipation of speaking with Mary Jane also contributed to his insomnia. He yearned to confide in her about his true circumstances. Even if it made him look crazy, he decided he didn't want to lie to her anymore.

Just then, he heard a loud rumble of a truck outside of his window. Upon standing to investigate, he realized a moving truck was the source of the loud noise. "What on earth is a moving truck doing outside so early?" he muttered to himself, envisioning the worst-case scenario, pondering if someone was attempting to burglarize Mary Jane's home.

Having quickly gotten dressed, Peter rushed out the door to investigate the situation. That's when he observed MJ and her father carrying boxes out of the house. "Mary Jane," he called out. "What's going on? What's up with the moving truck?"

"Isn't it obvious?" MJ hollered back, setting the boxes down inside the truck.

Peter approached her. "Why are you guys moving?" he continued, a sad tone in his voice.

"My father got a better job. He will now work at Oscorp making double what he makes at his other job," MJ answered. "Plus, my father doesn't think it would be wise to live next to someone who might have the mafia coming after him."

"Mafia?" Despite his retort, Peter was also privately apprehensive about Hammerhead and Tombstone finding redemption. "How far away are you moving?" he continued asking.

MJ looked to see if her father was anywhere around. She didn't want him hearing her giving Peter any details. "We are moving uptown. Closer to Oscorp."

"Will you still be going to Midtown?" Peter asked.

MJ shook her head. "I doubt it. That would be a forty-minute bus ride. I'll probably be attending Roosevelt," she informed him.

Peter could feel the pain in his heart. This was the worst news he could have heard. "Will I get to see you again?"

MJ threw up her hands. "Who knows?" she replied. "At least you will have more time to spend with Gwen now."

Peter lowered his head, saddened by her response. "Look, MJ, I need to talk to you about some things. I haven't been completely honest with you, and I want to clear things up."

"I know all I need to know," MJ snapped back. "I know about you working for a pimp. I know you are a man-whore. I can't believe I was about to break up with Flash for you. You aren't who I thought you were."

Peter stepped in closer. "Mary Jane, please hear me out," he begged.

However, before Peter could say anything else. "Get the hell away from my daughter!" MJ's father yelled out. "You've done enough damage already! I don't need you corrupting my daughter the same way you are trying to corrupt Captain Stacy's daughter!"

"MJ, please." Peter reached out.

MJ wanted to hear him out, but she knew this wasn't the best time.

"Didn't you hear me!?" her father stepped in closer. "Shoo! Get the hell away from us, or else!" he warned.

With his head hanging lower, Peter slowly walked away. He found it hard to accept that this could be his final encounter with Mary Jane.

Seconds later, as he walked towards his house, he was surprised to see there was a beautiful woman standing on his front porch. The closer he got, the more she resembled Ariana Grande. She had a small notebook and pen in her hand.

"Hi. Is your name Peter Parker?" she asked, curiosity in her eyes.

"Yes. Why do you ask?" Peter responded, his own curiosity building.

"I'm sorry for coming here so early. My name is Betty Brant. I'm a reporter for Now Magazine at the Daily Bugle. Well… trying to be a reporter, that is. I'm more of a secretary at the moment for my boss, J. Jonah Jameson. However, he said he'd give me a shot at being a journalist if I could get the scoop about the boy who saved the young girl at the Brooklyn Bridge last night," she explained. Then she gave Peter a begging smile. "So, what do you say? Can you help a girl out? You won't have to rescue me from any madmen," she quipped, hoping to lighten the mood.

Then it dawned on Peter that MJ had been correct all along. His displays of skill had only resulted in disaster. As a result, the lives of everyone dear to him are now in jeopardy. He had to figure out a way to spin what had happened at the bridge- (no pun intended).

"I didn't really save her," Peter fibbed. "She managed to get away from the two criminals on her own. I just so happened to be the first person she ran into after she made her way down."

Betty showed a confused expression on her face. "But witnesses said they saw you scaling the support beams. Was that not you?"

Peter shook his head. "Nope. That definitely wasn't me. I can't even climb the rope in gym class."

Betty's face turned pouty. She then slammed the notebook and pen on the ground. "Oh, what's the use? I'm never going to become a reporter. All I wanted was a break," she cried, tears beginning to form. "I wish I was good at taking pictures. JJ would pay lots of money for photos of some action.

"Photos?" Peter repeated. He also enjoyed photography. "Maybe we could help each other out."

"What do you mean?" Betty sniffled.

"What if I could get pictures of the hero in action, and you wrote the stories?"

A big smile grew on Betty's face. "I would literally kiss you if you could make that happen!" she rejoiced, stepping in to give Peter a huge hug.

Unfortunately for Peter, as the two of them stood there giving each other a warm embrace, Mary Jane came from around the corner. "I have a moment to talk now-" she started to say. But then she saw the two of them holding each other. "-Oh. Never mind," she grumbled, turning around and walking away.

Peter was beside himself. But then he realized, maybe it was a good thing that he didn't tell MJ everything. What type of trouble might he have gotten her into if she was to find out? With great power comes great responsibility. That included keeping the ones he loved out of harm's way. Plus, he also knew that if J. Jonah Jameson was willing to pay good money for pictures, maybe he too could get his aunt and uncle out of the dumpy neighborhood they lived in.

Betty took a step back. "How will we get pictures of our mystery hero?" she asked.

"I know him," Peter replied. "But he doesn't want anyone else to know who he is… for safety reasons, that is."

"When can I meet him?" Betty continued asking. "JJ is going to be expecting a frontpage story in tomorrow morning's paper."

Peter thought for a moment. He knew he couldn't simply show up as himself. And he also knew people had seen him in the costume he fought BuzzSaw in. He would have to think of a different disguise.

"Meet me at the west pavilion in Central Park at about eight o'clock tonight. I will introduce you to him at that time."

"But then what?" Betty continued asking.

"I guess we will follow him around. Maybe we will get to see him perform some hero stuff."

"I sure hope so," Betty replied. "I've got to get out from under that desk," she grimaced, hoping Peter didn't take that literally.

For the rest of the day, Peter tried thinking of a better outfit he could wear when he would meet Betty later that night. After several attempts, he finally figured it out.

Seven o'clock had come around. Peter knew he could swing across town in less than forty minutes, but he wanted to get to the park early. However, just as he made it into Manhattan, he discovered two jewel thieves dashing out of a jewelry store.

"Help! Thieves!" the owner yelled from the doorway, pointing in the direction in which the thieves were running.

Peter couldn't believe his luck. "This is perfect," he said to himself. "I can get pictures of me in my new suit capturing these two criminals. Betty will be completely grateful when I see her."

He watched where the two crooks were heading, hoping to stage his camera near the area he would nab them. After finding a balcony and attaching the camera, he leapt into action.

"Hey fellas! You are going the wrong way!" he blurted, causing the men to stop and look around.

"Who said that!?" one crook asked, pulling out a gun.

"What do you mean, we are going the wrong way?" the other spoke up.

They didn't see Peter above them. "Yeah. You guys are heading in the wrong direction. The jail is back that way!"

The two men finally looked up, spotting Peter's silhouette perched in the shadows. "There he is!"

Bang-Bang-Bang! Shots rang out, the muzzle flair lighting up the darkness.

Instinctively, Peter jumped out of harm's way as the bullets hit the brick wall. And within a split-second, he shot out a web, attaching it to the gun, and yanking it out of the gunman's hand. "I'm going to have to confiscate your weapon until you can provide a proper permit," he quipped, making the gun stick to a nearby wall.

"Screw it! Let's get out of here!" his partner exclaimed, attempting to run away.

"Not so fast!" Peter declared, shooting out another web, this time attaching it to the bag of stolen jewels, yanking them away like he did the gun.

Peter checked the camera angle, ensuring it was focused on the criminals below. He then leapt from off the wall and pounced down on them, causing the two men to fall to the ground.

Suddenly, the jewel store owner came flying around the corner, startling Peter. "Who are you? Their accomplice?" he spouted. "And what's up with that stupid red and blue outfit you're wearing?"

"Hey! It took me all day to put this together!" Peter snapped back.

Just then, while Peter was focused on the store owner, Wham! One of the crooks knocked Peter over the head with a billy-club, causing Peter to become disoriented.

"Ouch!" Peter cried, holding the back of his head.

While Peter was dazed, the two crooks made a mad dash to get away. Luckily for the store owner, they didn't grab the bag of jewels.

Wee-woo! Wee-woo! Sirens blared as a police car pulled up onto the scene.

"Police! Help! One of the thieves is right here!" the owner called out, pointing at Peter.

Peter quickly regained his composure. He could see the police officer running towards him.

"Hold it right there!" the officer demanded, reaching for his side-arm.

"Hey! I'm the good guy!" Peter retorted, only to see the officer continue his approach.

"I'm not going to tell you again!" the officer threatened.

Peter raised his hands, acting as if he was going to give himself up, but then he quickly shot out a web, attaching it to the balcony which held his camera, and ascended into the air. He then snatched the camera off the side of the brick and hightailed it out of there, leaving the officer and the store owner to wonder what had just happened.

Meanwhile, Betty Brant waited for Peter at the west pavilion in Central Park. The skies were turning dark, and the clouds were starting to produce a sprinkle of rain. "Oh, great!" Betty sighed. "I didn't bring an umbrella. My hair is going to get ruined if I go out into this mess." She then checked her watch. "Where the hell is this boy? It's already ten after eight," she complained.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching from behind her. "Finally!" she said, turning around, thinking it was Peter.

The sight of two hooded men, not Peter, instilled fear in her eyes.

Filled with lust, they couldn't take their eyes off her white blouse and black knee-high skirt.

Betty quickly reached into her purse and pulled out a can of mace. "Don't come any closer!" she warned, pointing it directly at the two men. "I'm not afraid to use it!"

"Go ahead, lady," one man insisted. "After sniffing so much of that stuff, you become immune to it," he mocked.

"Crap!" she thought to herself. Instead of spraying it in their faces, she decided to throw the entire can at them, hitting one of them in the forehead. She then took her purse and whacked the other guy with it. At that moment, she took off running out of the park, heading towards 81st and Broadway.

The two men gave chase as she ducked into a dark alley, hoping to find a hiding spot. The rain was coming down heavier now. Unfortunately, just as she turned the corner, she was met by two more hooded men.

Soon, the other two men caught up to her, and the four men cornered her, growling like rabid dogs, the lust growing in their eyes because the rain had allowed for them to see her perky nipples through her wet, white blouse.

Suddenly, just as they were beginning to rip her clothes off,

Thwip-Thwip-Thwip-Thwip! Four web lines came out of nowhere, attaching to each of their backs. And in one hard tug, all four of them went flying backwards.

Betty was in awe as she watched the stranger in red and blue tights, completely beating up the jerks.

After the men were knocked out, she tried approaching the masked man, but he quickly ducked into a tight spot between the buildings. When she went to look, he was no longer there.

Just then, she heard a voice speaking from behind her. "You really shouldn't be out here all by yourself. It's not a safe city."

When she turned to look, the masked man was hanging upside-down, nearly face-to-face with her.

"I'm not alone now," she retorted. "I have my hero with me."

"You're lucky I was hanging around," he quipped.

She studied his outfit, gazing at the webbed design and the spider on his chest. She then noticed an enormous bulge in his crotch area. "Oh, my," she quivered. "Doesn't the hero deserve a kiss?" she flirtatiously asked, staring into his big white eyes.

"I suppose one kiss wouldn't hurt," he answered sheepishly.

She proceeded to roll down part of his mask, revealing his lips, and then gave him a passionate kiss. The wetness of the rain made the kiss that much more juicier.

Just when Peter thought the kiss was over, she suddenly pulled his body down even further, now having his bulge directly in front of her face. She started rolling his spandex pants upwards until his giant cock fell out of them. She then took his penis in her hands and began sucking on it, causing Peter to moan with pleasure.

Suddenly, the two of them were startled when they heard voices approaching nearby. Peter quickly shot out another web. "Hold on," he instructed.

Betty grabbed hold of his cock as if it were a rope, and the two of them ascended upward towards the roof. They both let out a playful laugh when they landed, holding each other as they rolled around.

Peter was now on his back, and Betty was on top of him. He acted as if he was pinned down, though he could've easily moved her if he wanted to. That's when she pulled off her blouse, revealing her perky breasts. The rain made them glisten as the moonlight shined off of them.

Peter sat up, reaching his lips for her nipples, getting a taste of the water running down. He then began passionately kissing and sucking on them.

Betty reached down between her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. She then grabbed Peter's throbbing cock and sat down on it, her wet, warm juices flowing as she placed it inside of her.

She then started rocking her hips from side to side, feeling the girth as it pressed against her walls. She had never felt so much pleasure in her life.

Peter couldn't stop staring into her light-brown eyes. He couldn't believe how much she resembled Ariana Grande, right down to her olive skin tone and narrowed cheekbones, which gave her a diamond-shaped face.

Betty leaned over, now forcefully bouncing her ass up and down on his shaft, allowing for deep, long strokes, the friction making Peter throb even more.

Peter then shot out two webs, attaching them to a brick wall above them, and with a tug, the two of them propelled upwards. He then trapped her against the wall, penetrating her as hard as he could, her ass now bouncing off the wall behind her.

As she looked down, she couldn't believe the position they were in. She didn't even know how it was possible. Somehow, they were fucking in the center of a brick wall. "I'm about to cum so hard!" she spouted.

"Me too!" Peter echoed. That's when he pulled his penis out of her and then shot his cum all over the wall they were fucking on.

Moments later, as the two of them caught their breath, Peter lowered her back down to the ground level. "I've gotta go," he said, giving her one last kiss goodbye.

"Will I see you again?" she desperately wanted to know.

"I'm sure it will be sooner than you think," he informed her.

Minutes later, after her hero had gone, Peter, now dressed in regular street clothes, came running from around the corner. "There you are!" he called out. "I've been looking all over for you."

"Better late than never," she muttered. "I think I met the guy you were talking about. The one in the spider costume, that is," she added.

"Oh, you did?" Peter replied. "Where did he go?" he asked, looking around as if he were clueless.

"You just missed him," she answered. "Where were you earlier? You said you would meet me at the park at eight o'clock. I almost got mugged."

"I was taking pictures of the spider guy. He was stopping a couple of jewel thieves a few blocks away. I went looking for him, but I guess he ended up here… with you."

"Oh, yeah he did," she smiled, still tingling from the pleasure.

"I guess we can take these pictures to your boss in the morning. I will meet you at the Daily Bugle by 6 AM."

"Fine. You better be there this time," Betty scolded. "I can't wait to write my first report: The Amazing Spider-Man and Me."