It Starts with a Spark

Peter’s Point of View.
Despite what the world wants to believe being a super-hero is not all rainbows and butterflies. It’s really nothing but blood, lack of sleep, sweat and exhaustion. I should know, I’m Spider-Man. Yes, the camera – toting geek from Lutheran Prep is Spider-Man. Do I think I’m better than God? Yes, I do. Not that I’m vain or anything. I just take pride in what I do. Unfortunately, my girlfriend doesn’t see it that way.
Mary-Jane Watson, was once upon a time, my dream girl. Now she’s a nightmare. We’ve been dating for nearly a year now, and she’s a complete pain in my ass. I honestly wish I could break up with her. But you see, she’s black-mailing me. Because she knows that I’m Spider-Man. She also may have some evidence to back up that claim.
Besides, I think I might like my neighbor. Anna is unlike any girl I’ve ever met. I mean that of course in the best way possible. She's so, closed in. It seems like most of it is just because she doesn't know any better. She doesn't know how to be any other way, but closed off. She's really close to her brother, too which is nice. Even though they're obviously fighting right now. Which I have to assume is natural. Don't even get me started on how she looks. She's beautiful. And very small. So I've dubbed her Pixie. She hates the nickname, but it's too late. It's stuck for life now. She'll always be my little Pixie.
I realize though, that this is not exactly the best time to be contemplating my feelings for her, given that I’m on Spidey duty. I look around, New York has been strangely quite lately. Ever since Anna showed up, actually after that. It was all quite nights and purse snatchers. I try to leave big things, like murders to the police. I don’t want to get mixed up with that stuff. Just too complicated. Besides they’d probably need a record of it or something, and would “Spider-Man caught the assailant.” Really fly in court? I didn’t think so.
Out of now where, I saw someone on a roof top, jumping from apartment-to-apartment top, something trailing out behind them. I decided for lack of things to do, to chase after them. Whoever they were was very fast though, and seemed to fly ahead of me. I chased after them, swinging faster, then I’d ever gone before, when I realized, that they were on foot and could only go as fast as human legs could carry them.
I swung forward two buildings, then leapt onto the rooftop, waiting for them. She, for when once they got closer I could see her slight and feminine figure, nearly ran into me. I couldn’t see her face, she was wearing a hood/cloak thing, that fell forward and shielded her face.
“Good job,” She said, “No one’s ever caught up with me before. Congrats.”
“Well, guess they just weren’t smart enough to think ahead.” I replied, her voice sounded familiar but I didn’t know where I recognized it from.
“Guess not,” She replied coolly, as if I were just wasting her time. “While this,” she wagged a finger between the two of us, “Was fun and all, I’ve got things to do, people to see. I’ll catch you around Spider-Boy.” She said and with that, she took off. I was tired and honestly still a bit surprised by the whole thing, so I knew I wouldn’t catch up with her.
But what was Red Hood doing in New York?
Anna’s Point of View
I’d almost forgotten that New York had its own heroes. Besides, the Avengers and Tony Stark that is. Of course New York was littered with supers, there were tons, but for some reason meeting Spider-Man had thrown me.
He was one of the few I hadn’t met before, and I’d met most of them. I’d met with the “Fantastic Four” and Ant-Man, and Falcon, War Machine/Iron Patriot, and dozens of others. But never, not once had I ever met Spider-Man. He was hard to track down, and I didn’t know his know what his alter-ego. Fury had always told me it was none of my business but, who was to blame me for being curious. Didn’t I as an American citizen in power, have the right to who was helping me protect Earth? Fury had argued otherwise. He trusted me, but not with everything. I sighed, thankfully I had gotten away before he could remember me, but I’d never not in a million years would have guessed that Peter was Spider-Man.

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