Different Kinds Of Heroes

After the Reveal

MJ's POV

     I stood on the busy New York sidewalk, smiling at Peter, who had just squatted down on a lamp post to tune into the news broadcast which was being shown on the huge screen in front of it. I moved my eyes towards the screen to watch as well. 

     I couldn't believe what I was hearing or seeing. Peter's identity, Mysterio told the entire world. As soon as the picture of my boyfriend flashed off the screen, I looked back at Peter, but he was already gone. I could only see the silhouette of a masked, unmasked Spider-man, swinging away from the crowd. I turned back to the screen, only to see a man named J. Jonah Jameson speaking about the breaking news. "Peter Parker, a teenage boy from Queens, is the menace under the mask, a villain and a killer. If you see this man, contact the authorities immediately. Together we will Avenge the hero know as Mysterio, and bring a stop to the misuse of the gift of superpowers." Everyone around me was talking about how Spider-man betrayed them and they hated how he used his powers. I felt trapped, surrounded by people who didn't have all the facts and those who didn't believe in Peter. I had to get out. 

     I pushed my way through the crowd, trying to get away from everyone. Once I made my way out of the crowd, I started to run down the sidewalk, I didn't know where I was going, I just ran. As I did so, I pulled out my phone. I redialed my most recent call. Pick up, Peter I need you to pick up, I urged, but to no avail, there was no answer. I scrolled through my contacts to the next best person, Ned. 

"Have you seen the news?" He asked immediately after picking up.

"Why do you think I called?" I said with a tinge of sass.

"Just meet me at," He started to whisper, "you know where..." 

"No, Ned, I don't.  Where?"

"Just come to my house." He sighed. "Peter's aunt is calling me, just come." I hung up the phone and started running towards Ned's place. 20 minutes later, I was at the back window that Ned had unlocked for me to climb into. He was waiting on the other side of the room.

"I can't get a hold of Peter, and May was taken."

"What do you mean by taken?" 

"I mean, while I was on the phone with her, men she described as wearing black suits barged into her apartment, then, seconds later, she hung up." 

"Do you think it was SHIELD or the FBI?"

"I don't know, I just think that if they realize our affiliation with Peter, they'll come for us too."

Our conversation was cut short due to the buzzing coming from my back pocket. I pulled out my phone hoping it was Peter calling. Sadly, that wasn't even close.  I answered it. 

"What is it, Flash?" I asked, obviously annoyed. But, even though I asked, I knew exactly why he called. His enemy, his sworn rival, the man he constantly bullies, "Penis Parker", was just outed as his favorite superhero which he runs a fan account for. I have no idea what could possibly be going through his head. 

"You knew, didn't you? You and Ned, I mean, that's the only reason you could've liked him and been friends with him." Flash said in an almost psychotic tone. There must have been so much going through his head, I almost felt bad for him, almost. 

Then, an unfamiliar voice spoke through the phone. "Hello there, Flash is currently in a state where he shouldn't be talking to anyone."

"What do you mean?"

"Flash is currently in the ER due to collapsing after a panic attack." In the background of the call, I heard what I thought to be Flash screaming for help, but before I could make out the situation, the call ended. I was left with a silent phone pressed against my ear.

"What did he want?" Ned asked.

"I don't know, but something big is definitely going on, and we are right in the middle of it." 

     I left Ned's house soon after the call with Flash. We both decided that the safest place for us, was probably sperate, so I went back to my house. A few hours later, I got a call from Peter, finally. He sent me a location, so as soon as our call ended, I grabbed a small bag of things, and made my way to the busy New York Streets. I hailed a cab, and one instantly drove over to me. I hopped in the backseat and told the driver the general area of where Peter told me to go. I didn't want to be dropped off at the exact location. 

     The driver was a young girl, seemingly too young to be a cab driver, but I didn't question it. She was, probably, a teenager with long blond hair pulled back into a braid. I never saw her face even though I was in that cab for a very long time due to traffic and the distance of the place. We sat in silence for around two hours until I finally reached my destination. 

     I hopped out of the car into a small forest off of a dirt road around two miles from the location Peter sent me. I watched the car pull away before I started walking. After a long half an hour of hiking up and down hills, I finally made it to Peter's supposed safe house, but when I got there, I saw nothing. Just some strawberry fields and a hill with a lone pine tree atop it.