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Chapter 9:

         Seems like I missed the fight at her apartment when I arrive. She is sleeping peacefully in her bed with Luka by her side. "Yeah I don't look creepy at all. I'm only dangling outside a girls window while she is sleeping" I say to myself. What would happen if I just snuck in and checked out the damage? What is the harm in that?

     So that's what I do, slowly I open the thin glass window and crawl inside. Pictures that hung on the wall were now smashed on the floor. Suddenly there is a low deep  growl coming from in front of me. Luka's ghostly face appears from the shadows. I slowly press a finger to my lips, trying to shush him. Slowly I take one step back then I feel this cold hard object pressed to the back of my head. "Who are you?" Oh shit.

~Sage's POV~

       I feel Luka get out of bed and start to sense something else in my apartment. It's too dark for my eyes to adjust so I can't see who it is. Silently I reach for my gun that is hidden in my nightstand. Luna's growl makes my ears perk and the hair on the back of my neck stand. A figure slowly starts to appear in what little moon light there is. The figure is stepping away from Luka.

      Once I find his skull I press my gun too it. Whoever they are stops dead in their tracks. "Who are you" I snap. "Wow, lets just take it easy. Think this through, no one has to get hurt here." "You have till the count of three to tell me who the hell you are. One." "Lets not be rash here." "Two." "Be smart here." "Thr-" "Its Spider-Man!"

      I don't lower my gun until he slowly turns around. His hands are raised slightly in defense. My first thought is to put a bullet through is skull, but I remember that the person under that mask is Peter. There is one thing I know that went right so far though, my hair is covering my gold eye. Otherwise he would know who I truly am.

       "What are you doing here" I ask as I put the gun away. "I um was asked by a friend of ours to come and check on you." "Oh well can you excuse me for a second?" He nods and I just about sprint to the bathroom door but I keep my cool. I gently close the door and tear apart my cabinet for my contacts. God I hate these things, each one just irritates my eye.

      Walking out of the bathroom I see him petting Luka. It honestly gives me this warm fuzzy feeling. "So which friend is this exactly?" He stops petting Luka and nervously placed his hand on the back of his neck. "Oh umm Peter Parker." "How do you know Peter" I ask as I sit on the edge of my bed. "It's a long story" he says. I just nod and look at him.

      "You know he is just looking out for you right? He really cares about you...not just in the friend way either." My eyes grow wide, what is Peter saying? "He wants to protect you. Peter thinks you deserve better than what you are receiving." "How do you know about that?" "Peter told me" he said.

     I raise my eyebrows. Unfortunately if I want to keep Peter safe then I have to play the card he just threw me. "What else has Peter told you" I ask moving closer to Spider-Man. "Well he said that you're smart, funny, beautiful and um you have a lovely voice." "Wow really?" He just nods, "Well I think the same way of him." Which is true, I honestly do. "On top of all of those things he is sweet and has an amazing personality."

      At this point we are standing only centimeters apart. "All of that together makes me have this huge crush on him...but do you know who I have a bigger crush on?" I can hear is heart racing and the sound of his unsteady breathing. He swallows whatever frog he has in his throat before he speaks. "Who?" I smirk before I respond, "Spider-Man."

        His hand slowly lifts his mask just slightly past his nose. We are so close I can feel his warm breath on my face. Peter's gloved hand caresses my cheek as he gets slightly closer. His lips brush mine as I close my eyes. Then a woman's screams fill our ears. We pull apart as I let out a small sigh. "Well I think that's your cue." He smiles as he pulls down his mask and looks at me. "Go get'em tiger."