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Cellar Door	By : touchstone85 Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Spiderman Views: 7187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Spiderman, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author�s note: Sorry for the mediocre last chapter. Will try
to get that redone sometime soon. Though you should know that my version of �soon�
tends to vary, as some of my readers from my fictionpress.com account would
know. Thanks for the reviews so far, hell, thanks for reading to start with. In
the meantime, this chapter has NO sex. You have been warned.

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He could only pray that there would be enough web fluid to get
him home.

It was beyond dark by the time Peter even found himself back
in the neighborhood, which was just as well since he didn�t have his costume
on. Couldn�t afford to have anyone else see him leap tall buildings in a single
bound- or well, between tall buildings anyway. The dirty clothes he had on were
typically swiped from a dumpster. There would be a lot to explain to Aunt May
when he got back, like why he�d been gone for- he wasn�t sure how long it had
been since he�d been home, actually. Why he had been wearing these would
only be secondary.

Perhaps it was time to come clean. He didn�t know how well
she would take it if he told her, but he couldn�t think of any other way to
explain being gone for so long anyway. He could only pray that she would be
able to understand- and forgive him.

Finally landing on the street where he lived, he ran as fast
as his legs could carry him, back towards-

Oh no.

His eyes widened as he staggered back, standing in front of
what used to be his house. He blinked a few times, almost as though trying to
convince himself that this was a hallucination- that the charred remains of
what used to be his home wasn�t really there. Yet no matter how long he stared
at the pieces of blackened rubble, barred off with yellow tape, the view
remained the same. This was his house. And it had burned to the ground in his
absence.

�Peter!�

Even though he recognized the voice, it barely registered
enough for him to turn around and face the person who had just called his name.
Running across the street, Mary Jane Watson almost tackled him as she hugged
him from behind, weeping tears of joy. �Peter, it�s really you!� she cried.

Awkwardly, slowly, he moved out of her grip. There was only
one thing on his mind now.

�What happened here?� he asked softly, trying his best to
remain calm.

MJ looked up at him with surprise, almost as though she�d just
remembered that things were not going to immediately be �okay� again
just because he had returned. The look of joy and relief on her face
immediately disappeared, to be replaced by a somber look of hesitation as she
looked away, still blinking back tears.

�MJ, what happened here?� Peter repeated himself.

�There�there was a fire,� MJ managed to mutter. �It happened
while you were gone. I�m sorry Peter, but your Aunt May didn�t��

Peter felt as if the ground beneath his very feet were about
to give way. �No�� he muttered softly. �Not Aunt May�not her too�� The reality
of the situation hit him, and it hit him hard. He had failed not only Uncle
Ben, but Aunt May too.

Before MJ could utter any words of comfort, Peter had already
ran off, using his web shooters to get away before MJ could so much as think of
giving chase. Civilians be damned. Peter didn�t care if anyone saw his face
now. It was over.

There would be no more Spider-Man.

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As Peter swung into the abandoned factory that had become his
hideout over the past few months since the whole Spider-Man madness had began,
he crash landed into the wooden floor, almost as though he hadn�t planned on
landing to begin with. It didn�t hurt, not as much as he already was anyway. His
eyes were red and still filled with tears as he got up on his knees, looking
down at his stained hands.

�I�m sorry, Uncle Ben�I couldn�t handle the responsibility.�

�Peter?�

Hearing the voice, he almost jumped. There was no way
that MJ could possibly get here to find him so quickly. As he looked over his
shoulder to see the person entering the room, he realized that it was someone
else altogether. Someone he hadn�t expected.

�Gwen?�

The blonde-haired girl looked as though she�d seen a ghost.
Though it looked as though she was contemplating running out of the building
altogether, in the end she started walking towards him. As she walked into the
light under the hole in the roof, she saw for certain that it was him,
and a smile appeared on her face. �You really are back!�

Peter got up on his feet. �What�what are you doing here?�

�Oh,� Gwen said slowly, �MJ and I have been hanging out here
together after school lately. She wanted to wait for you. Sometimes I just come
here on my own anyways. It helps me think.�

MJ and Gwen hanging out?

The two stared at each other for a while in awkward silence.
Peter wasn�t sure what to say next.

�So�Spider-Man, huh?� Gwen said with a sly smile on her
face. �What happened to your costume?�

�MJ told you?� Peter gasped

�Hey, you�ve been gone for two whole weeks. She almost
suffered complete mental breakdown when your house got burned down. She saw it
as a sign that you probably weren�t coming back for good. Like you were
probably dead in a dumpster somewhere or something,� Gwen said in a
matter-of-fact tone.

�And of all the people to talk to-

�Well, we live in the same house now, so-

-Wait, what?�

Gwen sighed deeply. �We really have to fill you in on what�s
been happening since you�ve been gone. But I don�t think I should start until a
certain other someone gets here.�

Peter looked at her. �Who?�

�MJ, duh,� Gwen said, her eyes narrowing. �She called me a
few minutes ago, told me you would probably be coming here and that she was on
her way too. I didn�t really think you were coming- I actually thought she�d
gone crazy and imagined you�d come home or something.�

Peter sighed. �Look, no offense or anything. I�m not really
keen on having any company right now- I just found out that my Aunt May is�� He
didn�t finish the sentence, choosing instead to sit down on a nearby oildrum.

Gwen shook her head. �Then alone is exactly what you shouldn�t
be right now,� she said firmly. �Look, I never got to know you as much as I
wanted to- and believe me, I wanted to. But I know you enough to know that you�re
a good person. You shouldn�t like, have to go through this alone.�

Peter looked down. �You don�t know that,� he said softly. �If
I was such a good person, my Aunt May and my Uncle Ben wouldn�t be dead.�

Gwen sighed deeply, before sitting down on the floor
opposite where Peter was sitting, staring up into his eyes. �Look, my dad just
passed away quite recently too. That�s why I�ve been living with MJ. Her mom
offered me a place to stay. And yeah, I felt like my world was going to end
too. But in the end, the funny fact is that it doesn�t. Sooner or later you�re
going to realize that you�re still responsible for yourself, at the very least.�

Peter didn�t answer. He just stared down silently at the
floor. It was so hard to think now- what was he going to do next? How could
life possibly go back to normal after all this?

The two of them sat in silence for about an hour until MJ
arrived. Instead of immediately dashing up to Peter this time, she approached
him slowly, sat down beside him and put a hand around his shoulder. �Peter,�
she muttered. �I�m so sorry.�

Peter shook his head slowly. �Can we just�not talk for a
while? I need some time to think about all this.�

MJ looked straight into his eyes, and he saw all that he had
missed in so long. It took every ounce of strength not to cry and break down in
her arms. �Do you want us to leave you here alone? We will as long as you
promise not to do anything stupid like run away or kill yourself-

�No,� Peter said slowly. �You guys don�t have to leave. Just�give
me time.�

And they did. The three of them sat there under the hole in
the roof for the remainder of that night, staring at the sky until morning. �
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