Pictures of Spider-Man

Prologue

"Mom, I'm fine! I promise! I'm working for The Daily Bugle now! It's good pay."

"I know, Vanessa. I just hope you're alright."

"I'll be safe. Spider-Man does protect the city, after all."

    My life so far in New York had been perfectly fine. Sure, I moved here knowing that some-what mutant villains destroyed the place every now and then, but I've dreamed of living here since I was a kid. I was not going to let my dream down. Besides, like I said earlier, Spider-Man protects the city.

I hung up the phone after telling mom the occasional good-bye and "I love you", and I looked out of the window. It was cloudy outside, and a bit cold. I sat down and sighed. I was...fine, I guess. I just felt lonely.

  I was a bit young  to move to New York by myself, though. I was now an adult, fresh out of high school. I rented a small apartment a few blocks off of Times-Square, and so far, I loved it. Work was maybe only a block away. I could finally walk to work instead of having to drive thirty minutes like I did in Virginia.

Now you may be wondering "How does she know about Spidey if she lived in Virginia?"

Well, I ask you the same question. How do you know about Spidey if you don't live in New York?

In all seriousness, though, to answer your question, the guy is now pretty much world known. Every time the smallest crime commences, he's there to put an end to it. That, and news casters from all over the country put it on very single news station.

I continued sitting down, quite lonely, and I grabbed my cup of tea. I put on some music, and closed my eyes, trying to relax some.

That didn't exactly work out.

My eyes flung open when I heard a giant bam on my window.

"What the-"

I ran to my now slightly cracked window, and looked down. I lived on the fifth story near a staircase and a platform, so whatever hit my window maybe fell onto the platform.

My eyes widened when I saw what it was.

Spider-Man?

Now you may think I'm crazy. But I looked out that window and I know what I saw.

I quickly turned around.

"Think, Vanessa. Think. Do I help him? Will he swing away? What do I-"

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a knock.

"Excuse me, miss, but I have seemed to hit your window and I can't really move without hurting myself more?" My eyes widened.

I spun around, and sure enough, Spidey sat there looking quite wounded. I gasped. "Oh my gosh."

I ran to the window and opened it, freaking out when I grabbed his hand.

Dang, first two days in NY and I've already met the superhero of the state.

"Y-You really hurt yourself, d-didn't you?" I chuckled quite nervously as I helped the boy in and some how "rolled" him onto my couch. He hit the cushions and groaned in pain.

"I am so sorry," I said, looking at him. I couldn't see blood seeping out anywhere, maybe he just got hit pretty hard. He chuckled back.

"Yeah. Seems like I ran out of web fluid."

He sat himself up carefully and took off one of his web shooters before inspecting it carefully and sighing.

"Yep. That's what happened."

It was silent for a few minutes. Did he fall asleep or?

"Do you need anything?" I asked. He nodded.

"Got some meds and a glass of water?"

Without answering I jumped up and grabbed some painkillers along with a glass of water. I handed it to him, and he took the bottom of his mask and brought it to the bridge of his nose.

"Thank you, so much...." I could tell he was asking for my name.

"My name is Vanessa. And no problem."

"Well, Vanessa,  judging from the boxes and the newly set out things, you look like you just moved here."

"You are correct."

"And you just let a normal guy rest on your couch and interrupt your day?"

"Behind the mask, you may be normal. But with one, you aren't a normal guy, Spidey." I laughed, implying I know who he is. He laughed back. "Smart one," he teased.

"Do you need to rest?" I asked him.

"No I think I'll be fine- ow. Nope." He tried to get up but simply couldn't and he fell back onto the couch. Once again, it was silent for a few minutes.

"Here, you rest for a while. I'll go make something to eat if you are hungry before you leave." I said. He didn't answer.

"Spidey?"

Didn't answer again.

I chuckled. He must of fallen asleep.

I got up and did some things around the house. I unpacked some boxes, decorated my room, and lastly, made food.

"Hey, I don't know if you're awake yet, but-"

When I walked into the living room, Spidey was gone. He left a small note attached to the couch.

"Vanessa-

Thanks for taking care of me for a while and letting me rest. I don't know anyone else that would've done that. I hope to see you around sometime.

-Spidey.

P.S.- I took some cookies from the cookie jar while you weren't in the kitchen."

I laughed and smiled. Well, you seem like a pretty nice guy, Spidey.

But how in the world would he see me around sometime? There's more than ten million people in New York. It was impossible.

Looking back, now, I realize...

Boy, I was so wrong.