Boy, talk about being saved by the bad guy! Honestly, I think I would've taken just about any excuse to get the heck out Dodge the second Mary Jane walked through that door. Call me a coward, but there's no sane person on this planet who could tell me that that wasn't the most awkward set-up in the history of mankind. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a ( Read more... )

It's been a strange couple of hours. Which, when you're me -- Peter Parker: The Spectacular Spider-Man -- is really saying something, because it takes a whole lot of whacky before strange so much as registers on my radar. So let's take a second to recap: me, Mary Jane, Tony, and Jessica were all unceremoniously voted off the Island by parties ( Read more... )

It's not that unusual a scene, really. The nights I don't spend swinging through abandoned stretches of jungle, trying to get my skills back up to par, I spend hunched over my desk, working. Whenever it's the latter -- and those nights, it seems, have been a lot more frequent in the weeks since I learned about Johnny and Marla -- Mary Jane often ( Read more... )

Someone's throwing rocks at my house.

Admittedly, that's not the first conclusion I jump to when I'm startled awake from a mercifully dreamless sleep. Oh, no, there are all sorts of hoops I have to drag my exhaustion-addled brain through before I puzzle that one out, and even once I do, it takes me at least a minute or so to decide if I'm going to ( Read more... )

It's strange to think that Mary Jane's never really known my life as Spider-Man. Oh, I've told her stories, and she has some sense of what it's like, with Norman last year -- and even, to some extent, with the Spider-Man from her universe -- but I'd be doing myself a disfavor by saying life here and now resembles anything from my life there and ( Read more... )