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Spider-Who?	By : brooklynvtc Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 2282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This is a slow-burn and will include eventual lemons in the later chapters.

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Chapter Three
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Tony rushed into the apartment building as fast as he could. Opting to skip the elevator, and instead choosing to take the stairs two steps at a time.
He hadn't the patience to wait for an elevator... especially with his knowledge at how slow this one was.
In truth, Tony Stark was anxious. An emotion that he wasn't all that used to feeling. But he still felt it.
He had been in the middle of a meeting with General Thaddeus Ross regarding the whereabouts on Captain America, aka Steve Rogers, and the rest of his... merry band. To say that Tony was tired of going around in circles, talking and dissecting endlessly about the Cap', was a monumental understatement.
Tony knew that all that he needed to do was to tell the general about that sorry excuse of technology that calls itself a cell phone, which Steve had sent him, in order to end all of these discussions... But he still couldn't bring himself to bring it up.
So, they talked. They discussed. Again and again...
There had been a brief, happy interruption towards the beginning of the meeting sent from Karen, Peter's A.I.... Apparently, Peter was feeling soft towards a bunch of criminals that feared for their lives, and wanted Tony to make room for them in the Special Holding Facilities at the Avengers Headquarters.
Tony had to admit, that he really liked the heart on the kid. Though, it didn't make much sense to Tony as to why Peter even bothered to stop and listen to what criminals had to say...
That kid... Tony had thought, with a shake of his head, Always wanting to see the best in people.
Tony was no longer surprised by the fondness in his tone of thoughts as he thought of Peter... At first, he had tried to push it away, not wanting to forge any sort of connection to the teenager. But somewhere down the line, Peter had worked his way into what little heart Tony actually had, and Tony now saw him as a son of sorts...
Tony had never thought that he would have that sort of connection with anyone within his lifetime. But it had happened, and Tony was no longer going to fight it.
He had chosen to embrace it.
Which was why - over two hours later - when he had gotten a frantic call from the gorgeous May Parker asking where Peter was, Tony had found himself panicking.
He had immediately cut off what General Ross had been about to say and ended the meeting promptly right then.
Then, he had wasted no time in stepping into one of his Lamborghini's and sped through the streets of New York, all the way to Queens.
That was where Tony had found himself right then. He ran up to the door that belonged to the small family that he now loved, and immediately banged on the door.
It wasn't a moment later when May, beautiful May, had wretched open the door. Her face was contorted with lines of worry, her eyes red, and her cheeks splotchy...
It was clear to Tony that she had been crying.
"What happened?" Tony asked immediately, and without waiting for any sort of formality of her inviting him in, he walked past her into the apartment. He made himself at home by taking off his jacket and taking out his mini-tablet, immediately going through the motions of locating Peter's tracker that Tony had installed into the spider suit.
May let out a shaky breath and ran a twitchy hand through her long, brown hair. "I-I don't know... I mean, I had talked to him two hours ago on the phone, to rip into him about being late for curfew, and-and he said something about chasing a lead, and about taking down the entire city's Crime Lords, and-"
This certainly snapped Tony's rapt attention to her face.
"Crime Lords?!" His fingers stopped pressing buttons on his tablet as he stared at her in surprise... before the seeping feeling of defensive anger started to settle within him. "Why didn't Peter call me?! That is- that's too big for him to handle!"
May nodded, biting her lip as the anxiety built within her ever more. "I know. That's what I said, and I asked him if he had called you, but he said that he had and that you were already on your way..."
Tony immediately shook his head in negative. "He never called me to say that he was going after any Crime Lords. I had only gotten an alert from Karen about two hours ago to say that Peter wanted me to do criminal cleanup for him..."
May turned away from him, nervously bringing her finger up to her mouth and chewing on her fingernail, as she began to pace. "Well, anyways, I had thought that it was taking a bit too long since I last heard from him, so I decided to call... Only it didn't ring... I didn't even hear Karen's voice on the phone saying, 'Connecting you to Peter Parker'! The line was just - dead! Th-That's when I knew that something had to be wrong! An-And then I called you and..."
She trailed off as she started to cry once again. Tony immediately stepped forward and gathered her into his arms, trying to console her. "Hey... It will be alright, May. I'm looking up where the tracker in the suit will say he will be, and we will go right there and find him. Then you can ground him until he's married. I promise."
May nodded against his chest for a mere moment, before pulling back and pushing him away... away towards where he had set down his tablet on the kitchen counter.
Tony took the hint and picked up his tablet again, once more going through the motions of activating the tracker in Peter's suit.
It didn't take very long until a small 'ding' came from the device, signifying that they had results.
But as Tony stared at the tablet, he looked at the screen in dubious disbelief.
"That-That can't be right..." He said as he once again started pressing buttons on the device.
"What is it?" May asked, worried for a whole new set of reasons, now.
Tony looked up at her, confusion in his eyes. "It says that Peter is in the apartment right now... In fact," Tony stood, his tablet still in hand as he walked over to the couch that was sitting against the far wall. "It says that Peter is right in this very spot..."
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"This is the coolest thing, ever!" Spider-Man exclaimed from his upside-down position from the bedroom ceiling.
Mary Jane couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm. It was actually rather contagious...
She realized rather quickly that Spider-Man was a bit of a talker... alright, maybe a huge talker. In fact, she would have a hard time getting the man to shut up! Not that she wanted to...
"Doesn't all that blood rushing to your head make your head injury worse?" Mary Jane couldn't help but ask.
Spider-Man dropped from his position from the ceiling, landing perfectly on light feet. He shook his head. "No, actually... my head is feeling a lot better. And I think I had a nasty bruise on my side earlier, but that doesn't hurt anymore, either."
Mary Jane's eyebrows rose as she pondered this. "Well, do you think that you have super healing?"
Spider-Man pondered this as well, before he shrugged. "Seems like the best explanation to me. Might be the reason why some of my memories are coming back so suddenly..."
That was true. His brain must be healing itself at that very moment. There were certain times that key words that she said had triggered a memory for him, and he would suddenly gasp out loud as it played in his mind.
One of those instances had been when she called him, 'spider', again, and he had gasped and told her that he suddenly remembered the day he had gotten his superpowers. And much to her delight, he had told her about it...
" I was watching an experiment at Midtech Industries... Doctor Connors, one of the top leading scientists there, had been doing a series of experiments with cross-species mutation. They had done all sorts of experiments on different animals... giving them traits from other species. And there was a spider... it must have been one of their experiments and had escaped. Because, the next thing I knew, it had bitten me. I had gotten really sick and I woke up with these powers ..."
It was crazy to Mary Jane that she now knew the origins of his powers! But a part of her was worried that he would regret telling her about it. She had asked him if he should really be telling her all of this personal stuff about himself, and he had shrugged, saying, " You had the chance to unmask me, but you didn't. I trust you ."
His trust in her made her feel all warm inside. Even now, it still managed to put a smile on Mary Jane's lips as she thought of it.
Spider-Man chose the next moment to come and sit next to her on the bed again. "We've been talking so much about me, but I want to get to know more about you... I mean, you did save me back in that alleyway, so that actually makes you my hero."
Mary Jane grinned at him, and boldly reached out and threaded their fingers together, once again... causing Spider-Man to choke over the unexpectedness of the action. "What do you want to know?"
Spider-Man looked down at their interwoven fingers for a moment, thinking... "Well, you had said that this is your aunt's apartment, right?"
Mary Jane nodded. "Yes."
Spider-Man tilted his head in contemplation. "Then where are your parents?"
Mary Jane frowned slightly at the question... which Spider-Man saw and immediately started apologizing.
"I'm so sorry! That was stupid... I'm stupid. So stupid. You don't have to answer..."
But Mary Jane shook her head and smiled slightly over at him. "No. It's alright. You shouldn't have to be the only one revealing personal secrets tonight..." Mary Jane took in a deep breath before continuing. "My parents, they... fight. A lot. As in screaming, throwing things at each other fighting. So, whenever I can't stand the sound of their shouting, I come to my Aunt Anna's apartment."
Spider-Man nodded solemnly as he listened to her words. "Doesn't sound easy..."
His tone was compassionate. As though he wanted so badly to change things for her.
Mary Jane shrugged, before saying, "Everyone has at least one thing in their life to make things difficult. I figure that I could either mope around about it, or I can not let it bother me and try to be the best person I can be..." Mary Jane turned to look at him with a small smile. "Besides, I can't imagine that it's easy to suddenly wake up as a superhero with amnesia..."
Spider-Man held up a finger from his free hand in a scolding manner. "Hey... I thought that we were done talking about me here. Tell me more about you. What do you like to do?"
Mary Jane couldn't help but grin at his upbeat tone and his change of subject to a lighter topic. "Well... I want to be an actress and a model one day..."
"You would be perfect for that!" Spider-Man interrupted enthusiastically, his whole demeanor perking up with positivity.
Mary Jane couldn't help but snicker slightly. "And how would you know?"
This seemed to stop Spider-Man short... as he pulled in on himself with what could only be described as sheepishness. "Er... well, I mean... you are kinda hot..."
Mary Jane stared at him for a moment, before she burst out laughing, letting go of his hand to hold her stomach as she fell back on the mattress. "Is Spider-Man really embarrassed?! Alert the media! Spider-Man's secret weakness is teenaged girls!"
"It-It is not!" Spider-Man exclaimed, his voice rising as he got defensive. "I mean, I don't know or remember any of my weaknesses, but teenage girls can't be one of them!"
Mary Jane laughed even more, glad to be getting such a big reaction out of him. "Face it, Spider! Teenage girls are your kryptonite! But you have to admit, it's a whole lot better of a weakness than a big hunk of space rock..."
Spider-Man tilted his head towards her. "R-Really?"
Mary Jane nodded as she calmed down. She sat up and bumped her shoulder up against his. "Yep. Very 'James Bond' of you to have a weakness for the ladies."
She could both sense and hear the smile on his lips. "Call me Man... Spider-Man."
"Hey! You remembered a pop culture reference!" Mary Jane beamed at him.
Spider-Man chuckled a bit, before replying, "Actually two. I knew what your kryptonite reference was. In fact, I think that I remember having a Superman bedspread was I was a little kid... Yeah... I remember it now. But that quickly changed to Iron Man sheets, when..."
He broke off with a gasp, a sign that Mary Jane had quickly learned was that he had triggered another memory. She patiently waited for his to explain his memory. She wasn't disappointed. "When I was a kid, I was at the Stark Expo that night when the drones were attacking... It had been chaos! People were running around, and-and I had gotten separated by... well, whoever had taken me."
Mary Jane nodded as she listened, silently letting him know that she was following along.
"I was wearing one of those toy Iron Man masks and gloves, and one of those drones had landed in front of me. I-I thought that I could be a hero... blast the drone with my fake gloves, just like Iron Man. The drone had aimed its missile right at me, when it was suddenly blasted to pieces!"
She looked at him incredulously, wondering if he was just remembering an Iron Man fantasy that he had as a boy.
"At first, I thought that I was the one who had blasted the drone... but then, I turned around and there was Iron Man, standing right behind me. He was the one who had really blasted the drone. But then, right before he flew off again, to fight more drones, he had looked at me and said, 'Nice work, Kid.'..."
Mary Jane stared at him, before she brought her legs up and hugged her knees to her chest. "Sounds traumatizing..."
Spider-Man immediately shook his head. "No... If anything, it made me idolize Tony even more."
"The two of you are close, then?"
It was news to Mary Jane. It certainly wasn't public knowledge that Iron Man and Spider-Man had any sort of bond, at all... Sure, they had teamed up a couple of times, but that didn't necessarily mean anything.
"Yeah..." Spider-Man said slowly, still slightly uncertain. "I think we are."
They were quiet for a brief moment before Spider-Man let out a long sigh.
"What is it?" She asked, worried.
Spider-Man shook his head and waved off her concern. "It's nothing. It's just that, how can I remember all of that, but not even remember my own name?"
Relaxing, Mary Jane smiled slightly at him as she released the hold she had on her knees. "Hey, it will all come back to you. Maybe not in this very moment, but it will soon."
Spider-Man merely nodded, not seeming very reassured by her words.
Mary Jane suddenly looked away from him and bit her lip, tucking strands of red hair behind her ear nervously. "And-And when that does happen - when you remember everything..."
She trailed off, unsure if she should continue with what she wanted to say.
"Yes?" He asked.
Mary Jane swallowed, finally looking at him. "Will you promise me something?"
Spider-Man nodded, hesitantly, and she continued. "When you get your memory back, will you promise that... you won't forget me?"
Mary Jane looked down again as she had said it. There. She had put it out there. It may not have been with the 'Mary Jane' level of confidence she was used to, but she still had been brave enough to say it.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Spider-Man relax. "Mary Jane..." He reached out and took her hand once again in his, grasping it tight. "How could I ever forget you?"
Mary Jane let out the breath that she had been holding as she beamed at him, taking that very moment to suddenly launch herself at him in a fierce hug... surprising them both at the action.
Spider-Man had froze initially at the embrace, his entire body tense, before he relaxed and wound his arms around her torso, pulling her closer. She marveled at how strong his arms felt around her... how deliciously hard his pecs and washboards abs felt against her.
She was most definitely infatuated.
Mary Jane turned her head so that her chin rested on his shoulder, breathing in his manly musk... but was also surprised to notice that he actually smelled quite clean. Spider-Man drew circles on her side where his hand rested, and let out a satisfied sigh.
"Besides," Spider-Man suddenly said, his mouth right at her ear. "It's impossible for a person to forget their heroes..."
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