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The man always woke up late and got to a late start everyday. He had turned his alarm off three different times. Finally, on the fourth try, he managed to get out and let out a sigh. His head was pounding and he soon realized that he shouldn't have had those few last shots. Wiping his eyes and putting some gel in his hair, he moved to put on his business suit. A phone call from Pepper, telling him everything was in order, and a nice breakfast of whiskey and eggs, he was off. Moving quickly back upstairs, he took another look at himself in the mirror and smiled. "Damn, I look good."

Looking at the clock, he was already late, though he ran the damn business, so he was allowed to be late. At least, that was his thoughts. Moving back to the girl in the bed, he kissed her on the cheek and sighed. "I gotta go babe." He said to the blonde, brushing her hair out of her face and planting another kiss on her lips. "I'll be back tonight." He said as he covered her back up and moved downstairs, getting into the limo, and going to Stark Industries, for another day of work. .

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It was another day of school for Peter Parker. He sighed as he sat in class and took notes for his test that next day. Of course, he thought about MJ, but he had other things to worry about that day. He made it pretty much through the day without anyone talking to him or touching him, and he moved toward the pay phone, sighing as he input his dollar and dialing MJ's number. After getting her message system, he let out a sigh. "Hey, MJ, it's Peter." He started, with a pause. He didn't know how to break it to her, so his voice was very shaky. "Look, I can't go to your show tonight." He said with another sigh. "I will still pick you up after, I just. . . I'm busy alright. Love you. Peter." He said finally as he hung up.

With another sigh, he punched his locker. This relationship with Mary Jane was slipping through his fingers. He hated to do these things to her, but most of the time he had no choice. It wasn't as though he was cheating on her or doing anything along those lines, but he just didn't have the time. What between being Spiderman, to studying, to hanging out with MJ, one of those things had to take the back seat. . .
 
The blonde’s eyes opened to reveal a bright shade of green when she felt his lips against her own. He was late again and sometimes she didn’t understand the logic of setting an alarm clock if you weren’t going to get up for it. As he left she slowly sat up in the creamy sea of satin that was their love nest. Felicia had been dating Tony going on three months now, probably her longest and most successful relationship with one of the most successful men in New York. Rolling out of bed she headed to the shower to prepare for her day. That’s when she realized she was naked. “Just what exactly did we do last night?” A soft smile graced her fine features as she tip toed across the marble floor and turned on the shower. A thick spray of steam water would soon relax the muscles in her body. Sometimes she believed Tony’s sheets were to soft. It had been like this for several weeks. She would come over and spend Friday nights with him and they would dine and drink from the comfort of his home. Felicia believed Tony was an excessive drinker though he didn’t think so. Maybe one day she could persuade him not to drink so much. Hoping in the shower she washed all the impurities off her body and thought on today and last night. A blush crept onto her cheeks. Tony was quite a lover, hell he had practice in it and so did she. Honestly she didn’t think he and her would of lasted this long, but there was something about him besides the obvious that held her to him. Probably the same thing that made her mother detests him. She wasn’t sure it was love, but it was definitely a strong attraction. Soon afterward she hopped out the shower and got dressed. A black blouse, white skirt and red heels grabbing her purse she was off. Tony wasn’t the only one who would be making headlines today.

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Mj was at the local theater rehearsing for tonights show. All sorts of emotions had been eating at her all day. Her thoughts jumped from one thing to another. First Peter, than the show, back to the night when Spiderman had saved her life for like the fifth time in the past two months back to Peter and so on.

"Mj"

She didn't know what was going on with as of late. Well not just lately he seemed so out of it. When she tried to tell him something his head would be up in the clouds. When she tried to surprise him he would smile, but his smile seemed sad. She didn't even know it was possible smile sadly. Ever since Uncle Ben died she figured a piece of Peter had gone with him and who could blame him. They were so close and yet Peter and her seemed to be growing further apart.

"Mj"

To be honest she spent more time with Aunt May than Peter. Late nights of studying and sometime her could back completely worn out from studying if that's what he was really doing. She shook her head. Of course Peter would never step out on her and she knew that, but sometimes she felt so frustrated and it hurt. Whatever he was feeling he should know by now that he could tell her anything.

"MJ!!" Yelled her partner. The Red head snapped back into reality. "Oh sorry!" She said continuing to rehearse. Wondering if he had called her.
 
As he reached the building, he greeted the employees. Just greeting them, with a simple "Hello" seemed to brighten everyone's day up. As he got to his office, he grabbed a stack of papers from the secretary outside and sat at his desk, looking over them. He shuffled through stacks and stacks, crumpling some up to be put into the garbage, and later to be destroyed, or pulling out a sharpie and correcting the plans and making adjustments. Right now, his biggest priority was to build Spider-man a suit that was designed and made by Stark Industries. A win - win for both. Spidey got top of the line gear, and Stark Industries had their name plastered all over the crime fighter. With a sigh, he leaned back into his chair and enjoyed a whiskey on the rocks. Who said he drank too much?

"I know, I know!"

"Well?"

"No, Fuck you! You are fired!"

The man yelled as he slammed the receiver down on the base. Why was it so hard to get any work down around here? What, with the damned board, and the crime he had to fight, as Iron Man, there was no room to get anything done. He wondered if Felicia would be mad that he was Iron Man, he also wondered, what she had to hide from him. . .

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The kid walked through the school, snapping pictures of the decorations for the dance that was planned for a week from that Saturday. For sure, he would take MJ out to this dance, and they would have a great time. A chance to rekindle their flame, a chance to. .

"Parker!"

The big brute Flash Dennison shouted as he was dozing off. "Yeah Flash?" He asked him with a smile. Seemed the football player wanted his picture taken with some of the cheerleaders next to the decorations. He happily took the pictures, sense it meant him not getting shoved into a locker that day. As he trudged off, shaking his head, thinking about MJ, he looked at the T.V, where a local news reporter was standing in front of a large apartment building. The building had black smoke billowing from it, and it was plainly visible that there were people stuck inside. With a sigh, Peter put his camera in his locker, and slinked off to the bathroom. . .
 
She landed with even grace on the stone blocks above the city heights. The wind blowing in her silver locks there was but one way to truly live and jumping from roof to roof was definitely a highlight . It had become like her own addiction. The freedom. The will to do what she wanted. Felicia was a good girl, but sometimes her old wounds would reopen and she would find herself collecting some precious artifacts, taking priceless jewels and sometimes defacing some of the worlds most expensive art. It was the cat in her. The city was busy and thriving. People going on about their lives. Sirens in the distance alerted her to action. With her grapple she quickly made her way towards the scene. A building had caught on fire and as usual the news crew were there with the story along with a crowd of people forming on the street. " It's never dull in N.Y." Resting her hand on hips that's when she heard screams coming from where the smoke was perforating. Quickly she dug her claws into the side of the building and scaled up. Slipping inside the smoke was dark and just as it was thick. "Where are you!" She shouted. Focusing her senses. She spotted two small children under the table. Quickly she made her way over. Neither were hurt, but if they didn't get out of here soon none of them would have a happy ending. "Don't be afraid. I'm here to help. Hold on to me and close your eyes." She said as the two children nodded she held both in her arms and scaled out the window people watching in awe and pointing. All she could think about was how long it would take to wash the smoke from her hair and that the kids were safe

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She had received several messages in her voicemail ,both from friends and family. When she heard the message left by Peter she became upset and just wanted to find him and hit him over the head with a science book. The thought made her laugh since he would most definitely let her do it. "I really wanted you to be here tiger.." Hanging up the phone. She wished the best of luck to everyone for tonight before leaving and heading to next class. Not that she felt like going to it. She planned on clearing her mind of Peter for tonight and wouldn't let him get to her. No more excuses or apologies. Mary Jane Watson would get her answers sooner or very soon.
 
Our friendly neighborhood Spider-man could not believe what he saw. He hung upside down from an adjacent building and watched the Black Cat herself, do his job. On one hand, it felt good not being the only crime fighter, citizen saving, righteous member of society, on the other hand, it was his job. With a sigh, he decided only one person was going to get the credit for the job, and that person would be the Cat this time. Taking a few snapshots of her moving in and out of the building flawlessly, like some kind of eerie dance, or some kind of weird ritual, he decided he just better go. He only had to make one more stop, and that was to his boss, Jonah Jameson, to drop off the photos and get the money that would be made from thje photos. Sure, she would be the headline, but if he could take Jameson's mind off of Spider-man for at least one day, it was a win in his book.

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Tony Stark sighed as he downed his third whiskey on the rocks of the evening. Looking outside, he decided it was best that it was time to go, leaving his beloved building in the capable hands of his security staff. Moving quickly, he elected to stop and have another drink, before entering his limo and be driven home. A quick stop to the liquor store, and he was ready to go.
 
Once the kiddies were returned safely to their families she was off. No time for idle chit chat. Felicia loved the spot light , but The cat wasn't a fan. She had made it a good several blocks before landing on the open patio of her apartment. Sliding the glass door closed she peeled off her mask when a letter caught her attention. She looked around quickly. Someone had been in her home. She sensed noone, but still remained cautious. Picking up the folded piece of paper she read it before her eyes widened in shock.

"My father...he's alive."

She noticed the signature of the one and only notorious Kingpin at the bottom. She had become quite annoyed. She didn't bother on changing clothes. Anything involving Wilson Fisk was hardly worth the trouble. Quickly she took out of her apartment heading to Kingpins headquarters.

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"Good luck tonight MJ!" Yelled Sue her classmate. "Thanks!" Shouting and waving back as she quickly made her down the steps out onto the sidewalk. MJ had been working a part time job so that she could save up to get her own place. She worked as waitress at one the busiest bars this side of the avenue. She had gotten the night off since her boss was a nice man who did support her acting career. Unlike some people. she noticed a group of people were crowded around electronic store tv displays. The channel all showed the news live.

Zz..A fire had broke out in City Avenue Condominium earlier this afternoon leaving two children trapped on one of the higher floors. Miraculously is wasn't Spiderman that came to the rescue but a white haired woman in what appears to be black leather. Zz
 
The cue ball known as Kingpin was just waiting for the Cat's arrival, pacing, listening to classical music, and watching her father struggle as he "conducted" the orchestra with his fingers. The man in chains muttered something about "not getting away with this," the usual thing that most captives say, yet he didn't care. His dull threat fell on deaf ears. As he moved toward the window, he picked up his phone, dialed some numbers and listened to the ringing. The ringing stopped and all he heard was silence. "It is time." He spoke and hung the phone up promptly, looking outside, and enjoying the view that he got from his penthouse atop some building. This was going to be a beautiful evening.

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Spider man srung around the city, and after awhile, decided that it was time to call it a night and for the first time in about three weeks, he was able to enjoy dinner with his Aunt May. It was nice, though he did miss being out tonight. Something soon caught his ear.

"Breaking News: Spider man goes beserk while someone else saves his city." The ticker at the bottom of the screen repeated the words over and over, and Peter moved to turn the T.V up. The correspondent on the screen was in mid sentence.

"I stand before you, inside the First Bank of New York, Spiderman is wreaking havok, taking hostages and demanding money. His motives, unknown, but nonetheless, eye witness reports confirm that it is in fact Spider man."
 
Soon enough the door opened to his office. Two of his finest guards walked in. "Sir, the Cat is here" He spoke holding his weapon in his hands. Two more men came in escorting Felicia. "Let go of me" She snapped, pulling her arm away from her captor. "Kingpin, I don't have time for games. "She tossed the letter on his desk in front of him. "Next time you send your men to my house I swear your going to have to start thinking about new security" However something did bring her here. She wanted to get down to the business of the matter. "What do you want?" She glared through her mask at him.


"Spiderman? That can't be." MJ looked on with the rest of the viewers. The Web slinger did have a fan club, but there were people who weren't to fond of him either.

"He finally went rogue...the bug"

"Oh no not Spiderman it can' be!"

Her blue orbs watched the news intently as shouts and comments were being made. Making her way through the crowd Mj rushed home. She other things to worry about, like tonights performance. That would hopefully wash over anyway.
 
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