Marked

He fights till the end

Stars glistened in the sky like shimmering stage lights for all to see; Which was a surprise because the city lights normally polluted the beautiful night sky. But Peter had no one to enjoy it with. He was spider man, like usual, sitting amount roof tops, patrolling over the city. He did the job the avengers couldn't "afford" to do. He looked down at the cars in a traffic jam below, the air filled with the noise of car horns and people blaring cuss words. 

Peaceful.

But Peter had an aching pain in his chest. He had a feeling deep in his gut that something was wrong, but he wasn't sure what. 

His ankle started stinging. 

Peter groaned from the slight pain in annoyance. But ignored it. Still the stinging persisted, with each minute getting worse and worse, until finally he couldn't take it any longer. He flung his legs onto the roof of the building where he sat, as they had been dangling off the edge before. He pulled off his boot and rolled up his suit leg.

"What do you want?!" He yelled at it, as if that would do anything. The burning feeling only grew worse, and Peter bit his lip to distract himself from the pain. His eyes widened when he saw the mark. 

It was... throbbing? The mark seemed to be breathing, or maybe his brain was getting delusional from the pain. He looked hazily up at the sky, his breath growing heavier. 

"What.. what is happening?" His eyes rolled back seeing a blur of stars before he fell backwards. 

He caught himself with his hand closed his eyes. Instantly he saw flashes of something, blurs perhaps. Like little clips smudged by water, coming and going quickly in flashes. He opened his eyes, but the world around him seemed to sway. He felt light headed and looked at the mark again. 

Once more, visions popped into his head. But they were clearer this time. He saw glass shatter, then he saw a face of a woman who had blood on her cheek, then he saw a purse flying in the air, and then a bottle at his view. Then everything stopped, and timed seemed to slow. He caught himself holding his breath, and started breathing heavily. 

"MJ." It was all he could think about, and he knew she was in danger. He stood up, though he felt the world spinning and rocking around him. He swayed a bit, then shot a web at an opposing building, and jumped. 

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He went straight to her apartment, and crawled through the window. He heard loud thumping noises coming from the hallway, and the sobs that he could only guess were from MJ. He felt anger sear through his chest, curling his hands into fists, and narrowing his eyebrows. Peter threw open her bedroom door and shot a taser web at the first and only man he saw. 

MJ's father. The man's eyes widened and his muscles tensed up, and froze. He felt to the floor on his side, shaking violently. Peter pulled himself into a fighting stance, keeping the electric web attached to him. Mr. Jones's fist was tightly wrapped around a green bottle with shards of glass broken off. His other hand had clenched around MJ's hair, pulling her to the ground too. Quickly, the electric current started shocking her swell through the connection of his arm and her ratted brown hair. 

Peter switched off the razor and MJ relaxed limply. She looked at Peter in utter horror, and then at her father who was filling up with rage. Across the hall ways MJ's mother, unconscious with blood drawn from her cheek. 

Mr. Jones stretched out his arm again and latched it around MJ's throat, both still on the floor. MJ gasped and fell backwards as she had been attempting to sit up. 

"Let. Her. Go!" Peter said through gritted teeth. Mr. Jones's expression got even more enraged in appearance. 

"You disobeyed!" He spat.

"So did you! We both broke our promise, so what!" Peter took a threatening step closer to the father and his daughter. "We're even."

"You ungracious, disgusting, unsure, celebrity piece of trash." The man started to sit up, taking MJ with him. 

"Get your grubby fingers off of her!" Peter raised his fists, prepared to defend his soulmate, his lover. "Or else!"

"I know your identity!" Mr. Jones was now completely upright. He attempted blackmailing Peter once more. MJ stood, horrified with her finger's hand on the back of her throat. 

"It doesn't matter!" Peter took another step closer. 

"Get out of my house!" The man demanded in a fiery tone. Mrs. Jones suddenly broke from unconsciousness. Her eyes fluttered about her surroundings trying to comprehend what was happening. She noticed SpiderMan, and her husband holding her daughter by the back of her neck. She sat up and shrieked.

"You- You monster!" She ripped her high heel off and threw it with incredible aim at her husband's head. It barely nicked his forehead, and his reaction was delayed. He was stunned for a few seconds, realizing what happened. 

He twisted his face around to see her. "Get out. You are no longer my wife." He snarled low in his throat. Mrs. Jones's breath hitched, but she regained her composure. 

"I'm taking MJ with me." She stated and stood up straightly. "And filing a restraining order." Suddenly the glass beer bottle in his hand was thrown at her, shattering against her arms. She staggered back in pain, pressing her Hand to the cut. 

Peter hadn't reacted fast enough. But he managed to shoot a web at the woman, and pulled her to his side. He then glared with fiery eyes, unseen through his mask, at Mr. Jones. 

"I said let MJ go." He flared up, and threw a punch at the mans face. In surprise, and an attempt to dodge the attack, Mr. Jones let go of his daughter. MJ fled to Peter. Mr. Jones was bent over, pressing his palm to his nose which was bleeding. Peter took the girls and ran them over to the entrance of their home and kicked it open. 

MJ was sobbing as they got in an elevator, meanwhile Mrs. Jones plucked up the courage to call the police. They got out into the lobby, a strange sight it must have seemed to see spider man and two girls coming out of an elevator. Then they took their a-dues and bayed themselves riddance of the place. 

The cops arrived shortly after. The three watched as the man was arrested. MJ sobbed into Peter's shoulder, meanwhile Mrs. Jones consider to the police.

They later learned that Mr. Jones would be convicted 10 years in jail for child abuse, and fined $2000 dollars for domestic abuse with an additional year in jail, as well as an additional 5 years in jail for using blackmail as a threat. They wouldn't see him for another 16 years, but they feared it wasn't long enough. 

And finally Peter felt heroic.