March - Benjamin Disraeli quote

[shineforher]

It was going slow but at least it was starting to actually go now. I'd been to audition after audition and while I'd had a few bites, the plays weren't exactly the best for furthering a career in acting. Still, it was a job. The most recent one I'd landed seemed to actually be not so bad. It wasn't mainstream of course, but I'd recognized

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[shineforher]

I was trying to come up with the right defense moves that every woman is supposed to know in a situation like this, but right now I was just mostly frozen in place as the one guy stepped closer. Squeezing my eyes shut, I pressed harder back into the wall expecting rough hands to grab me but suddenly there was another voice from behind the men and I looked up in surprise.

Gasping when both of them were knocked back, I looked to see a dark figure standing in front of me now. Spider-man. I'd seen his name in the papers and heard people talking about him, but Spider-man? I almost would have believed him to be some sort of figment of the city's imagination if he wasn't standing and coming to my rescue right in front of me.

The two men didn't seem as impressed with Spider-man as maybe they should have been because soon they were back on their feet and inching toward him.

"Oh, look it's the Spider," one of them said with a laugh. "He doesn't look so impressive."

The other shrugged and gave a glance back to me again then back to Spider-man. "Nah. Besides, two of us; one of him. Whatcha say, Spidey?"

[osborn]

"I say, it's probably a good idea for you to run," I told them in a low tone. My voice was always different as Spiderman. There was a chance my wife would realize it was me, but I was too angry to worry about that right now.

I lunged at both them, slamming them into the closest wall. I should have just wrapped them in web. I should have left them for the cops. I was too angry though to focus. They had attacked my wife. How dare they fuck with what is mine?

My fist connected with one of their faces as the other pulled out a knife. He sliced through my suit and into my skin. I glared at him as I used the web to snag the knife out of his hand.

"You're a freak."

There was the word I loathed. The word I used to describe myself. It was a whirlwind of motion as I slammed one into the wall so hard he slumped unconscious. Then I turned my attention to the one who called me a freak.

[shineforher]

When the knife was brought out and the one guy sliced into Spider-man, my eyes widened. That kind of reminded me of the "man" portion of the Spider-man name. He was still able to be hurt or injured just like anyone else.

I was unconsciously tugging my coat around my body even tighter as I watched all of them first and finally one of the men fell to the ground unconscious. Spider-man focused on the second who was probably the more mouthy of the two and I watched his body slam back into the brick wall once then twice and finally he fell limp to the ground with his friend.

Everything was still and quiet for a moment right after the second guy was down because, frankly, I wasn't sure what to do with myself. It's not everyday you're nearly attacked and a superhero saves your life, right?

Slowly, I stepped away from the wall and made a move to approach Spider-man. "Are.. are you okay?" I asked. It was dark, but I could see a gash across his arm that was bleeding from where the knife had cut into his skin.

[osborn]

It was with a satisfying thud that the man dropped to the ground. I'd leave them for the cops to sort out. They were lucky they still had pulses. Security. I'd have to hire security for Mary Jane. If she will even tell me that she was attacked tonight.

That would be ironic wouldn't it? If I didn't tell her my secret, and she kept this to herself as well. Could a marriage survive secrets and lies?

Did I have a choice?

I couldn't let her know that her husband was a freak. What would she think of me if she knew? Probably what I thought of myself. That I was a freak.

"I'm fine. Did they hurt you?" I demanded, irritated with the entire situation. How could I have not demanded she had security before? Manhattan at night isn't safe. Now that she was my wife it was be even less safe for her.

[shineforher]

He had an edge to his voice all of a sudden and I stopped in my tracks. He'd just saved my life, but the papers had been saying so many things about him that nobody really knew the truth about him. No one knew exactly who he was. But who really believes everything the Daily Bugle says anyway?

"No. They didn't hurt me. You didn't give them the chance."

Biting my bottom lip, I looked at him harder. I felt like I should recognize something about him. I had no idea at all what it was supposed to be, but just.. something. Maybe it was just the fact he'd been in the papers and the city buzzed with talk about him lately.

"I.. thank you. I think you saved my life," I said with a bit of a smile and stepped forward again, a little closer this time.

"I feel like I should be able to do something to help say thank you."

[osborn]

"You should inform your husband to give you security. Osborns are easy targets in this city," I warned her. Hoping she would take my advice and talk to me. I definitely was going to have to put someone on her no matter if she liked it or not. Maybe I'd ask Bruce to come and walk home with her on the nights I couldn't.

"Stay safe, that is thanks enough." I turned to the unconscious guys and used the webbing to secure them. "Call the cops for them, and give them a detailed report on what happened. Then ask one of them to drive you home."

I couldn't stick around. Not when the cops blamed me half the time, and wanted to see who I was the rest of the time. If my secret was exposed I'd have to leave Manhattan and not come back. This was still my home.

My father and brother would never be able to accept the kind of scientific freak I was now anyway. I wished I could believe that Mary Jane would not only accept it, but not be bothered by it. I hated keeping this sort of secret from her, but what choice did I have?

[shineforher]

I hesitated at his suggestion to tell my husband. That conversation probably wouldn't turn out all that great considering who my husband was. Though, he seemed to know exactly who I was, didn't he?

"I'm not sure if Harry would be thrilled I nearly got myself attacked tonight." And I don't think it was my name or who my husband was that motivated the guys currently knocked unconscious either. "But I'll think about it."

I know that I probably should tell him because if he ever found out about this later it would make things worse. But at the same time, I didn't want him to worry and did I really need something like security following me around all the time?

My purse was a few feet away where I'd dropped it when I'd been running, but it was easy to spot even from here. From the sound of things, he was already about to disappear from the scene.

"Hey, wait a second," I said and walked after him. Touching his arm lightly, I hesitated for just a second but leaned in and kissed his cheek before backing away just a bit. "You're not as bad as the papers say, you know. Thank you."