Lost Home

Beginning

When we get home, we put everything away and MJ stares at the walls for a good ten minutes.

She's acting weird, so of course I ask her about it,

"Hey, what's so interesting about the wall? There's nothing on them."

She continues to stare at the wall, and just before I give up hope that she's still sane she speaks,

"Exactly. I'm an artist remember? I'm going to fill them up, with something, I'm just trying to figure out what."

"Okay then."

She's right though, everything is a little bare, I can't wait until we both have enough money to... I don't know, make it look like people live here? Even though it's not even technically our house.

I wonder how Aunt May's doing, and the rest of the city too, without Spiderman. I mean, there are other heroes, but none of them deal with Queens.

I wonder what would happen if I went back to being Spiderman. I still have the suit, and if I went face to face with Mysterio as soon as I made an appearance again, no one would get hurt, and...

E.D.I.T.H comes over the speakers all of a sudden, claiming that there's something I should hear.

"Okay, what is it?"

MJ was startled from her trance by the A.I's voice, and sat down on the couch as soon as I started speaking.

A new's anchor's voice comes through instead of E.D.I.T.H's,

"-es, we were just talking about how Spiderman's mysterious disappearance and the attacks came right after he was seen in London. Do you think that they might be connected somehow?"

"They probably are, but for now only Spiderman and the attacker know what's going on."

"Well there's been another attack, it happened yesterday night? That might be of some assistance; a woman, named Corey Leeds, was attacked last night, she was found with a broken rib and foot, and a sprained wrist, of course we can't forget the note left on her back. It read; saving the best for last, of course, they might have more time if... you met someone at your apartment, Lots of hate, M. Though no one knows what it means."

"Turn it off."

I whip my head around; MJ's standing up, her fists clenched.

"Why?"

"Would you really like to hear all about what he's doing to people, you got the information he wanted you to have, great." I open my mouth to argue, but she cuts me off, "Don't you dare forget that Ned's my friend too."

I turn a very unattractive shade of pink. And stammer for a bit before her glare softens and she smiles sadly.

"Don't you have work loser?"

Oh, crap. Yeah.

"Um..."

"You're supposed to go every Monday and Tuesday Peter."

Thank goodness for technology.

"And it's Wednesday! So, hah!"

MJ starts laughing, and I realize that I was standing in the typical hero pose; hands on my hips, feet apart, chin up.

I go a couple shades pinker.

"Well, I guess I gotta go see if anyone's waiting at Aunt May's apartment." I pause looking at MJ for a second, "Should I bring my suit?"

"Your stupidity amazes me. Of course you should."

And with that lovely goodbye I grab my suit, blow a kiss to MJ, which makes her look like she's heavily judging me, and head out the door and to the bus stop.

Hope I don't die.