Don't Make Promises You Can't Keep

The Man With the Star Shaped Tattoo

I roll over in bed as someone whispered my name, thinking it was my eldest brother that visited from his apartment sometimes, I threw a pillow at him. "Hey what was that for?" My eyes opened at the sound of Peters voice. He adjusted his glasses that sat crookedly on his face.  I sat up quickly, remembering I fell asleep watching a movie last night, with Peter. "Di-did you change me?" I ask with a blush creeping its way across my cheeks, noticing the plaid boxers and over-sized blue t-shirt I was wearing. He laughed, "No, you don't remember me waking you?" I shook my head.

"Well I woke you after the movie was over and it was really late so I said you could just stay here, gave you some clothes, and told you that you could have the bed." He rummaged through the top drawer of his dresser. " Oh. I should probably give my mom a call, tell her i'm okay." He chuckled. "I sent her a text last night, can you guess what she said?" I  let out a small 'ugh' as my imagination ran wild with ideas of what she said, and they weren't clean. "I don't want to know." He let another small laugh escape his lips but soon we were left with complete silence. 

"I want to tell you something, something that's very hard to say. But you need to know." Peter seriously said as he sat in front of me on the floor. I nodded, would he finally tell me why he has been so distant? Why he's been lying so much, why he's been hanging out with Gwen? Are they a couple? "Okay, you can tell me anything Peter." 

"I-I, I can't..." He furiously shook his head, making his glasses slip down his nose. "Hey," I say sitting down by him and pushing his glasses back in their right-full place and grabbing his hands. "Hey, Peter it's alright. You know I wont judge you, and you know I wont think of you differently. You can tell me anything." He sighed, looking at me directly in the eyes. His hand moved out of mine, pushing a strand of lose hair out of my face, holding my cheek gently. I felt the familiar heat inch its way up to my pale cheeks. "I lo-" Aunt May burst through the door, "Breakfast is ready, oh did I interrupt something?" She asked as Peter quickly snatched his hand away. He nodded his head 'no' and Aunt May disappeared from the room. Peter sighed, "I'll meet you down stairs, i'm going to go get dressed." I exclaimed grabbing my blouse and skirt from yesterday. 

I walk down the stairs while throwing my hair into a high ponytail, not wanting to mess with the waves that naturally formed in  my hair while I slept. Peter was stuffing some pancakes down his throat in an annoyed, fast motion, obviously displeased about not getting to tell me what was on his mind. I pulled up my knee socks and pulled on my shoes. "Not staying for breakfast?" Aunt May asked as she put another pancake on the plate in the middle of the table. "I'm afraid not, my boss just called and said he needed me at work. " I walk into the kitchen and grab an apple. "I didn't know you worked." Peter stated after swallowing his mouth-full of doughy goodness. "Yup I work part time at Oscorp, " Peters eyes went wide. "I run a couple of tests every now and then, mostly keeping track of the cross-species-genetics test subjects." 

Peter froze in his seat. "Wow that's a big deal, no wonder your first in your class." I laughed at Aunt May's excitement.  "Second," I corrected. "Anyways I have to go or I'll be late. Bye Aunt May, bye Peter." I Quickly patted his hair and ran out the door, leaving him in a state of shock. 

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It wasn't until 9 that I was off from work, I spent my day running numerous tests for Dr. Connors. I had made more serum for cross-specious-genetics experiments then I was finally free. I called my moms phone and no one answered, same with my brothers. I sighed, okay i'll just walk home at 9 at night. 'It's not like its a 30 minute walk or anything, oh no, i'm totally safe.' I sarcastically thought to myself. I start down the street, hearing the distant sirens of police cars and the oh so familiar voice yelling jokes at the criminal. 'Spidey is back at it again' I thought to myself as I walked towards an opening to an alley. I tried to quickly walk past it but something red caught my eye. I stop and turn, blood. 

A blonde man that wore a black vest with a gray long sleeve stood repeatedly stabbing a younger man to death. He pushed up his black sunglasses with his left hand, a star tattoo showing as his sleeve fell a bit. He caught a glimpse of me and started to walk towards me but my feet stuck like glue out of shock. My lip quivered and I could move again, Taking off down the street I heard him only a few feet behind me. I took a sharp turn into an alley and felt my skin on my lower back slice open. I grunted in pain as I kept running even though my back burned like hell. I took another turn and found myself facing a wall. 'Shit' I thought to myself. 

I turned around to be met by the blonde man. He smiled, "I didn't realize this night would be this fun. I got to kill someone and now I get to get off." I breathed heavily as I knew what he meant by getting off. And I don't know about you, but I do NOT want to get raped. I looked around the area as he walked closer to me. I spotted something on the ground and waited for the right moment to go for it. He pushed my back against the wall and smirked. The man grabbed at me and felt over my body with his blood-dried hands. I quickly bent down and grabbed the brick, attempting to hit him over the head with it. He grabbed my wrist and bent it in an way that sent shocks of pain through out it. "You are really that stupid?" He whispered into my ear. He started to unbutton my blouse and I screamed for help which he quickly silenced with the back of his hand. He repeatedly hit my face and stomach, frustrated with me and how difficult I was being. He forced himself onto me more and more and I found myself crying, Begging for him not to do this. 

"You heard the lady, don't do this." A familiar voice said behind the blonde man.  He turned his head, "Yeah? and what are you going to do about it web head?" The man said with his hand holding my throat, slowly squeezing the breath out of me. "Let the lady go, and we can settle this." Spider-man came closer which only made him squeeze harder. "Don't come any closer or the broad dies!" Spider-man stopped in his tracks. "Okay okay, just let her go and i'll let you go. Okay? Deal?"  I start to claw at the mans hand, feeling myself losing consciousness. The man lets go and I drop to the floor, breathing in deeply and coughing. My shirt was half way undone and my skirt and been tugged at. The man started to run off and  spidey came running over to me.

" Max?! Are you okay?!" He said holding me. I took more deep breaths, trying to keep myself from crying harder than I already was. 'no' I thought in anger. I shook my head and held onto him. He started to button up my blouse, seeing how it was undone. "Lets get you home." And with that I clung onto him for dear life as we swung from building to building.