Peter sat, leaning heavily against his chair as he stared blankly into the wall in front of him. He'd been quiet for several minutes, listening to nothing more than the sound of his wall clock counting away the seconds and his own memories of hearing his mother's voice, the resonating sound of the clear, familiar yet foreign accent, striking chords of loss and happiness all over his body.

"Uh" he grunted, feeling his throat begin to tighten as yet another wave of tears welled up in his eyes. He quickly swept the liquid loss away from his cheeks and leaned forward, deciding there had to be something he could do to get his mind off his heartache.

"The files" he mumbled, unlocking his computer and opening his email. After trawling through emails about Youtube uploads from his subscriptions, Facebook and Twitter notifications, he came across an email from a completely blank address. He clicked on it and read through the text before opening the attachment.

Parker, here's some light reading about your Dad, Signed, Fury the text read.

"It better not be fucking light reading" Peter said, opening the attachment to find that he'd been ripped off. The file was completely blank except for three names: Richard Parker, Victor and Jonathan Drew.

"Oh you are fucking kidding me" Peter snarled, locking his computer again and grabbing his bag, slinging it over his shoulder and storming downstairs.

"Aunt May!" he called "I'm going out for a walk!"

"Don't be back after nine" she responded "And don't talk to strangers" Peter opened the door, his eyes locked onto his laces to see if they were tied before closing and locking the door behind him.

"Right..." he muttered to himself, turning around only to have his Spider-Sense flare up a split second before a hand was placed against his chest that shoved him back up against his door. Peter's eyes widened in terror as he stared at the blood red hair of a familiar girl with green eyes that shined with fury.

"Going somewhere?" she snarled.

"Yeah..." Peter muttered, genuinely terrified.

"That wouldn't happen to be Jonah's office to apologize for your pathetic excuse of a job would it?" she asked, not letting go of him "Or would it be over to my place to apologize to me?"

"I... uh..." Peter mumbled, his usual fast-talking skill tree being completed respecced to four points in jabber-mouth.

"Well Parker?" she demanded "What's your answer?"

"He was doing other things" came another female voice. Peter looked over Mary-Jane's shoulder to see Twilight standing with her arms crossed "More important things" Mary-Jane whirled around and stormed over to the shorter teenager, glaring furiously at her.

"What the hell is more important than his job?" she demanded, standing three inches taller the lavender-haired girl and glaring down at her.

"To be honest, I don't think you have the right to ask him" Twilight snarled "His business is his business and if he wants to tell you what he's doing then he will" Twilight countered.

"I think that it was my business as we were working together, then he bailed out on me!" Mary-Jane snarled "He made me look like an idiot and ended up making me turn in an incomplete interview, which got me one hell of a yelling at by our boss!"

"I think that's your big problem here isn't it?" Twilight asked, crossing her arms "You're not mad at the fact Peter left, you're mad at the fact he made you look stupid, because you always have to look your best don't you Miss Watson?" Mary-Jane jabbed a finger into Twilight's collarbone and placed her face mere inches away from hers as she spoke through gritted teeth.

"I didn't come here to be judged by you, or him, or anyone" she growled "And I don't have to listen to your shit Sparkle" Mary-Jane then turned around to Peter and pointed at him with anger in her stance.

"And you Parker, the boss wants a word with you about today's fuck-up" she said "You might not have to explain yourself to me, on the word of Twilight here, but I'd like to see you keep your job without explaining it to him"

"Mary-Jane, come on-"

"No, I don't want to hear your bullshit excuses Parker" she interrupted, turning around with a wave of her hand and walking away "I look forward to never working with you again" With that the tension lessened and Twilight walked over to Peter, her temper still flaring.

"Wow, what a bitch" she sighed, rubbing her temples with a deep breath "Can you believe her?"

"Well... yeah, actually" Peter said in an awkward tone "She was kinda justified" Twilight stared at Peter for a long second before shaking her head quickly and pointing a finger at him.

"Are you serious?" she demanded "Peter, she was doing nothing but accusing you of running away from work"

"Which... I kinda did" Peter nodded "I think you were a little harsh on her to be honest"

"Okay, now you're just being fucking dumb Parker" Twilight growled "She wasn't mad at you for leaving work, you made her look bad and that's what she was mad about!"

"So, then I'm still in the wrong" Peter said "What the fuck am I saying right now?"

"I... I can't believe I'm listening to you defend that vain, egotistical, red-headed bitch" Twilight said.

"I'm just saying that she had every right to be mad at me... and I do think that you were a little too hard on her" Peter said, stuffing his hands into his pockets "Shut the fuck up Parker!"

"You think I was out of line?" Twilight demanded "I was trying to defend you, since you seem to be so determined to make yourself look like the biggest asshole on the planet right now I thought I'd step in and help"

"Twilight, its not like that" Peter said quickly, only to be cut off by the shorter girl.

"You know what Parker, Mary-Jane may be vain and she may be a bitch, but she and I have got one thing in common right now: I don't wanna hear your bullshit excuses, how about the next time you're in trouble I just let you squirm, is that a better idea?"

"Twilight, listen to me-" Peter said, reaching out a hand for her only to have her swat it away.

"No, you can stay right there and keep your hands the fuck off me, I don't want anything to do with you right now Parker" Twilight turned around and walked away, leaving Peter standing there with a tight throat and balled fists.

"Good. Fucking. Going" Peter growled inside his mind, placing a hand to his face and sighing loudly "Great, that's two of the only girls that have ever bothered to talk to me gone, what the fuck else could go wrong today?" Next Chapter: Meeting and Fleeting Greetings Estimated time remaining: 6 Hours, 12 Minutes