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She cares

MJ cowered in fear behind the couch, not daring to so much as breathe. Her father grumbled and cussed as he turned the TV off. MJ's heart raced. She heard the squeaking of strained couch springs as her father rose off the couch.

She scooted as far away from the edge as possible, but slowly as if her feet didn't want to move. Her butt made a squeak as she slid across the floor. She heard her father's footsteps stop. She froze in terror.

"MJ.. where are you?" He said in a drunken voice. Her heart was beating so hard she feared it would fall from her chest.

The floor bords creaked as her father walked around the couch and appeared before her with a lazy drink, yet angry face.

"You know you aren't supposed to watch tv." His eyebrows narrowed.

MJ tried to speak but all she made was a quiet voice crack, then nothing. No noise escaped her lips.

"Now tell me... why. Are. You. Here?!" He stood tall above her.

Once again MJ couldn't speak.

"Tell me!" He said and raised his empty beer bottle.

"I-" she felt the glass of the bottle hit her across the face hard, shattering. Tears welled up in her eyes. He grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to the bathroom.

"You best clean that up right now before your mother gets home." He snarled, pointing at the blood on her face.

"Y-yes." She sobbed. He hit her up top the head.

"And stop crying!" He demanded and MJ stood silent.

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"I said, let her go!" Peter yelled once more as the woman redirected the gun to him.

"No! First put your hands in the air!" She snarled. Peter webbed the gun, but in doing so it fired. Peter gasped.

The world went silent.

The gun was now in his hand and a bullet in his chest. He locked at the woman in shock who was now wrestling the girl to keep her from escaping. Peter raised a finger to the wound, which stung at his touch making him flinch. Dark blood soaked into his suit, making the dark spot visible to others.

Despite the pain, he clutched the wound tight and moved forward, biting his bottom lip.

"Let, her... go..." Peter said dramatically as he slouched his walk over to the lady.

"Hmm What was that? Your not speaking clearly!" She snarked with a smirk.

"I said. LET! HER! GO!" Peter picker up his pace.

"Let me think about it.... no." She sneered.

Peter raised a weak arm and shot another web but missed the woman. He walked faster till she pulled out a knife as he was only a few feet away.

"Step any closer and she will bleed!" The woman snapped, placing the knife the the girl's throat. The little girl gasped and stretched out her neck so the blade wouldn't touch her. Peter froze. The blood on his chest was staining his suit, the girl was terrified, the woman still was willing to take a life.

"Drop the knife! You don't know what your doing!" Peter yelled.

"I do know what I'm doing! And you can't stop me!" The woman snapped yet sounded scared herself.

"Please!" Peter yelled, her eyes burned through his mask. Peter aimes his hand from below his waste at the woman without her notice.

"No! You know what they'll do to me?! They'll kick me out!" She hissed. Peter shot the web, sticking to the knife, and tossed it away. The woman gasped. Peter shot another web at the little girl and pulled her into his arms. "You selfish brat!"

"I'm not sure who's the selfish one in this situation." Peter replied and quickly spun from the scene, using his webs to glide from building to building. The little girl clutched his torso tightly as Peter wrapped a single arm around her.

He landed a couple blocks away to where he had put the other children. He set her down gently as the other kids cheered.

"Your my hero Mr. Spider-Man." The little girl said cutely and hugged him as did the other kids. The best group hug ever.

"You guys ok?" Said a voice of a police officer behind Peter. A couple other police men and women rushed to the children.

"It looks like it's so." Peter responded. "Gotta swing!" He said before jumping away one last time.

He didn't know where he was going. His wound ached, and Aunt May would freak out should she see it. He was passing through the familiar construction from yesterday. MJ's now fixed window seemed to glow.

He jumped onto the wall, feeling his consciousness get hazy. He looked inside to see the light on in her bedroom. He opened the window and fell half way in, barely able to muster up the strength to push himself all the way in.

He rolled himself over and passed out.

A/n just wanted to say that I can hear my sister watching Karate kid in the other room and it's that shower costume scene... idk why I told you that but it makes the mood of the story better. Carry on now.

Peter was unconscious on MJs floor with his bloodied chest facing the ceiling. And that's when she walked in. To see spider man lying on the floor.

She at first got angry, because she had told him to leave her alone. Then she saw the bullet wound, and her emotions changed.

She rushed over to him and realized he was unconscious. She gasped when she realized how much blood there really was now that she was up close.

"Oh my gosh." She put her hands over her mother, panicking without knowing what to do. He wasn't waking up. She quickly checked his pulse, his heart beat was fast. "Oh no no no no!"

MJ tried to pick him up by his armpits but he was to heavy. She ended up having to drag him across the floor and leaned his back against her bed. She felt her eyes water, she was scared, what could she do?!

Peter's eyes slowly opened and saw her face, she was looking at all the blood. She saw he was awake and gasped once again.

"S-Sorry. I kinda just fell in." He jokes but she frowned.

"What the duck?! Why the pickles where you doing out there?! What if you died?!?!" MJ scolded but her voice was quiet, as if she feared some one hearing her besides Peter.

"My apologies."

"What am I supposed to even do?! Should I call an ambulance?!" She started breathing fast. "There's a fricken bullet in your chest!" Still she was quiet.

"Try and take it out..?" Peter suggested and MJ frowned.

"I can't do that! Do I look like a doctor?" She folded her arms. "I'm calling an ambulance." She said and pulled out her phone to call 911.

"No!" He webbed her phone from her hands.

"Hey what the heck?!"

"You can't... they'd figure out my identity." Peter said, gently giving her phone back. She hesitantly took it.

"But... what? How am I...."

"Here." He said and pushed the spider symbol on his chest. Instantly his suit loosened revealing part of his bare chest. "Just... try and... get the bullet... out..." he slipped unconscious again.

"Why me?" She asked but he was already out. "Ugh."

She at first did nothing. But as the blood continued to flow out she realized what she had to do, snapping her out of her trance. She quickly and quietly dashed out of her room to grab the med kit she had just used to clean her face in the bathroom. When she returned he was barely conscious again.

"Why'd you come to me?" She asked, grabbing a pair of tweezers.

"Because... why not trust my soulmate?"

"How'd you know?" MJ gasped.

"A friend told me." He said, gently pulling off the mask to reveal his tired looking face. His messy brown hair, his chocolate eyes. "Or rather... you did."

"Peter?!"