Prologue III: Arguments & Differences

I don't have a ton of relationship experience. But I was locked in a bunker for ten years, so it's not like I have intimacy issues. Right? Point being, I was never good at this. At fighting. My parents, from what I remember, never fought, so I never had a good model. Thanks Mom and Dad! Wherever you both are. But it gets worse, especially with boys. Usually I just sort of tune out. Shut down. My mind wonders to the many possibilities and all that comes out are, "I don't know", or, "Whatever". In high school, I would shut down my boyfriend Hector all the time. Sometimes, he'd call me out on it. But he always forgave me. Though he did love to say I put the "irk" in "quirky". One time we didn't talk for a week. I thought about that week a lot in the ten years of being alone. So… working on it. It's not easy. Especially with Peter. For some reason, nothing makes sense with him. One moment we are all lovey-dovey with each other, next moment we are trying to get at each other's throats. And it's especially worse what happens between us after we argue. Just a constant cycle of harsh words. It has been, what?, one week and we have gotten into more fights than I can count on my fingers. Sometimes it is my fault, but I can't tell him that. It feels like I have the urge to argue with him. I have my own life to live. Why can't he see that? Sometimes feels like our "relationship" is abusive, but other times, it feels like the arguments drive us closer.

Cindy Moon thought about all the cold words that Peter Parker had in store for her and the possibilities of what would happen once they arrived at his apartment. At the moment, her mind was trying to adjust to the city environment. Her senses were just coming back to life after she was resurrected. Being brought back to life after basically electrocuted to death can take a huge toll on anyone.

It was a cold evening as the both spider-powered heroes swung through the city. They had just let the Vulture escape with a huge amount of Stark tech. At first, Peter was relieved that his partner did not die. They had their moment of being in each other's arms, but that quickly changed to a raging quarrel in the battered warehouse about whose fault it was.

Of course, Cindy felt that it was not her fault. How was she suppose to know there was a trap set? Hey, Peter let the Vulture escape with the equipment, which can cause more casualties. So the blame should not be entirely placed over her head, right? He did not see it this way, and Cindy was somewhat afraid of what would happen once they addressed the issue. They both decided that bickering in the warehouse would not provide any benefits and that they should swing back to the apartment to call it a night. The cold wind brushed past Cindy's hair as she trailed about thirty feet behind the red web slinger. It was better to keep their distance and avoid exploding on each other while traveling through the cityscape. The closer they got to the apartment, the faster Cindy's heart beat. Maybe we can just hug it out and call it a night?

Peter had a huge amount of anger bottled up in his body at the moment. Of course, he was relieved that he saved Cindy, but what the hell? Why did she not listen to him and decide it was a good idea to jump inside the warehouse? Basic Heroism 101, villains always have something up their sleeves. Now, Vulture had an enormous amount of tech that Peter can only imagine what he can create. Giant robotic bird? Chicken-themed war tank? Whatever it was, the priority in Peter's mind was Cindy and what she got the both of them into. They were definitely going to end up in an argument once they swung back to the apartment. The worst part was that this wasn't the first fight they had. The past week between them had been filled with their arguments and differences. How the hell does our relationship swing back and forth so much?

When Peter finally landed onto the porch of the suite he shared with Anna Maria Marconi and now Cindy, he violently ripped off his mask and threw the door open. His whole face was sweating bullets, and the summer breeze helped cool him down. The door swung open, creating a huge bang into the wall that it swung into. A potted plant fell onto the floor from the force, shattering and spilling the ripe green leaves. It was a surprise that the door glass did not immediately break. Cindy landed behind him, unsure if she should go in and start a conversation. She jumped up when the door violently closed with a sharp click. Sheepishly, she opened the door slightly, slipping inside and standing at the corner of Peter's bedroom as she watched him strip off the upper torso of his suit, exposing muscular back coated in a layer of sweat.

"What the hell is wrong with the AC? It is so fucking hot in here," Peter growled, grabbing a nearby shirt to wipe off his body. Cindy could feel the intense heat in the room as well, urging her to strip off her own costume. Adrenaline was pumping through her, and she could feel the cold sweat stick her webbed suit to her skin.

"Peter, I-"

"Don't Peter me right now. Are you kidding me with jumping into a fight like that?!" Peter cried at her as he turned around. Cindy could see the anger molding onto his face as the cork finally shot off the bottle.

The worst part was that she could feel a form of feral anger build inside her as well. She snapped, "Ok, first of all, where were you when I went in? If you came with me, we would never have had the problem with Vulture, and we could have both taken him down together." Ok, I am definitely sweating a waterfall right now…

"Where was I? Cindy, I told you that we should not have entered without a god damn plan. But what did you do? You jump in like the little child you are, thinking, 'Oh shit, he looks defenseless. There are probably no traps.' Look what happened. You almost died. Next time, you might not be so lucky," Peter yelled back at her, unable to control the fiery emotion anymore. He turned around to take off the bottom of his suit, cursing as he almost tripped over it. It was hard to strip off with the fabric when it was almost stuck to his legs. That was not the worst part. Peter looked down to see his erection poking at his briefs. Anger was not the only thing coursing through his veins. There was a strange sensation. The sense of lust.

Cindy started ripping off her own suit. Her hands violently tore at it, not caring about what mess she would make. Shreds of webbing fell onto the floor, and she sighed as the night air cooled her sweaty skin. Under the webbing was a gray sports bra and booty shorts that stuck to her body tightly, exposing each one of her curves. I am usually not this sweaty...

She rolled her eyes as her fingers went to massage the temples of her head. A sharp pain was giving her a splitting headache. It felt like Hawkeye hit a bullseye in her head. "If you had my back, we would not have gotten into that situation! We're supposed to be partners, Peter. Not you sitting and watching as I got fried to death. Wasn't that the arrangement? For you to help me? Instead, you had no balls to jump in and-"

"No balls?! Cindy, I have been doing this thing for more years than you can imagine. I was Spider-Man even before you got locked in that bunker. Look here; I am still alive. So why don't you start listening to the expert?" Peter retaliated. He turned around to the sight of Cindy, in incredibly exposing garments, tying her hair in a small bun. "Can you put on some clothes?"

Cindy started feeling lightheaded and sat down on a nearby desk, her nails digging into the wooden furniture. She could see the outline of Peter's boner straining against his clothing and the sight almost made her droll. She felt a bit of hunger mix into the ferocity pulsing through her body. "No, don't tell me to put on some clothes. You are not the boss of me. Look, I know that you have been a hero for longer than half your life, but that does not mean you can keep sitting on your high horse and expect me to do everything your way. Just trust me for one once in your stupid life."

"If I did not trust you, then you would not be going out there with me. I would have told you to go back to the bunker and-"

Cindy shot him a sharp look that could cut through marble. He definitely just hit a bad nerve. "I told you to never talk about that again," she growled, the hand on the table rolling into a tight fist that turned her knuckle white. "If you trusted me, then you would tell me what is going on in your mind. You would have said earlier that you wanted to send me back, the history between you and Vulture, how you and Black Cat were fuck buddies, and-" The words rolled out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

"For the love of god, we only had sex a couple of times. Most of them, I had no choice," Peter shouted back at Cindy, the look of disgust mixing with the anger. "First off, that fact does not have anything to do with this. Second, that number is nothing compared to what the both of us have done-"

Cindy slammed the table with her fist in frustration, immediately quieting Peter. "What you did to her isn't the problem. The problem is what you are hiding from me," she retorted coldly. "Last week, you pulled all your punches against her while she was going after both our throats. You always play by your own rules while trying to push me around. How about for once, you just let me do my own thing?"

"I am not pushing you around. I am trying to prevent you from killing yourself by being immature about certain situations."

Cindy stomped right up to him and shoved Peter backward. He growled as his back slammed into the wall. "Don't accuse me of being immature. How do you like being pushed around?" Another push. "Doesn't feel good when you're being held back, does it?" Just as she was going to push him violently again, Peter grabbed her arms and pinned her to the spot.

"Don't. Push. Me. Again." he warned in an animalistic tone. There was a strange look of anger, frustration, and lust in Cindy's eyes that probably mirrored his own

"And what are you going to do about it, Parker." she taunted, pushing them both into the wall.

Before Cindy could react, Peter flipped them and pressed against her body, sandwiching her between his hard body and the flat wall. His mouth moved to the crook of her neck, and he attacked the sensitive skin, planting rough kisses and sending shocks through her feverish body. All the anger in her body melted into uncontrollable lust as she let out consecutive throaty moans. The smell of him immediately intoxicated her as she inhaled all of his pheromones, taking in the musky masculine smell that leaked from his body. Peter ran his hand up her smooth thighs, leaving short squeezes on the soft skin. Immediately, she felt herself shiver in ecstasy and released quiet gasps for more of his teasing touches.

That's how all their fiery arguments ended in the past week. Whether it was quarreling on how to stop certain villains or differences on what one person said to the other, their anger would quickly turn into lust. That lust would result in the both of them trying to ravage the other's body. Furthermore, the worse the argument, the more hunger and want thrown into the equation. Tonight was one of the worst arguments that the both of them had. With Maria staying at the Boston branch of Parker Industries for the whole week for an important assignment, there was no one to stop the two from their drug-like addiction to each one's pheromones. It was a solution to the amount of fighting that they had, but an unhealthy one. But both of them did not care when they started going at it.

Peter's room was a war zone from the constant engagements the two web slingers went through the past week. Childhood pictures of him with Aunt May and Mary Jane had fallen off his desk and shattered onto the ground. The wooden bed frame supporting the queen size bed had finally cracked from all the pressure exerted on it. The wall behind the bed was dented which resulted from the frame consistently hitting it. The bed sheets were ripped off from under the bed and left in a mess. Both of their clothes had been tossed around the room, which would have created a nightmare for a cleaning lady if they hired one. One pair of Peter's boxers hung on his desk lamp, indicating how much the both of them did not care. On the wall was a crack suspiciously shaped like Cindy's back. The both of them had never tried cleaning up because they knew it would end up a mess the next night. Ever since Cindy decided to stay in the apartment, she agreed to sleep on the couch in the living room. The relationship between her and Peter resulted in her spending most of her nights in the same bed as him. In the end, they both did not see a problem in this and never addressed it to one another.

Cindy moaned as her mind went completely blank. She knew that it was wrong to start something with Peter again, but she could not resist the urge pulling toward him. It was like a bunch of flashing arrows were pointing at him, persuading her to let him retake her. How many times has this been going on for? The thought flew out of her mind as a warm sensation in her nether region caused her to cry out. He was thrusting his erection into her clothed treasure, the outline pressing against her. Only two thin pieces of clothing separated them, and this thought aroused her much more. She moaned his name as he continued humping into her, causing her whole body to melt into putty. Peter sucked forcefully onto her neck and added another series of hickeys in the area to the collection of those from previous nights. His neck had the same amount of bruises caused by her ferocious kissing from her. If their necks were not covered by the costumes they always wore, then they would have had a lot of questions to answer.

"You like that?" Peter whispered coarsely into her ear as he continued pressing into her roughly. Cindy bit her lips and nodded her head, unable to make a sound from the amount of pleasure she was received. Her right leg wrapped around his waist, spreading her legs wider to his attacks. Immediately, he pushed into her harder and pressed his chest against her breasts.

Peter ran his hand down her back and brushed against a patch of uneven skin. Cindy let out a quiet, throaty moans as he massaged the spot where the needles penetrated her in the Vulture fight. Though her injury recovery was much faster than an average human being due to her spider powers, there was still a slight scar there that was sensitive to touch. He massaged the patch tenderly, watching in awe as she arched her back and let out small, cute whimpers of his name. Then his lips were on hers, his tongue gliding into her mouth. She knew that it was wrong to let him do this to her again, but it felt so right. She could barely think straight as his teasing hands dragged around her back, pressing against her recent injuries. His light touches and soft kisses sent warmth pooling at her core, which was twitching at the touch of his erection.

Peter's body was on auto-pilot as his hands traveled around Cindy smooth and fit body, trying to find where she was most sensitive. His palm brushed along her warm thigh and slipped into her tight shorts, skimming her succulent behind. She tilted her head up and deepened their coaxing kiss. Peter loved the sweet taste of vanilla on her breath, and each time he sucked on her red lips, it drew him to want more. His hand wrapped around her behind and gave her firm butt a hard squeeze. She broke the kiss and moaned, her eyes squeezing shut with pleasure running up her body. Peter drank in the scene, the taste of her saliva still present in his mouth. He wanted anything just to pick her up and fuck her senseless.

"Peter," she moaned as her hips rolled into him. At this point, she was not sure if she wanted him to stop or to continue making her body feel amazing. Oh god, he is so good.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this," Peter whispered as his mind weighed the pros and cons of continued their little session. As much as his body wanted to take advantage of her, he knew they could end up regretting whatever they might do.

"We…shouldn't," Cindy whimpered as she opened her eyes, which met his lust filled chocolate pupils. Peter was about to pull his hand out from her shorts before she stopped him, grabbing it and pressing it harder against her. "But I want you. And I don't want to run away."

Those four words immediately pushed any doubt Peter had. His right hand pushed the sports bra over her head, which she gladly accepted by raising her arms. He threw the piece of clothing behind him, and there was a bang as it knocked over an item. Both of them did not care as he started massaging her right breast. A sharp gasp came out of Cindy's but was quickly suppressed when Peter crashed his lips against hers again. This time, the kiss was more aggressive as each partner tried to control the other.

Cindy's hands traveled down Peter's back and hooked two fingers to his briefs. In the middle of the kiss, he helped her slip it off and kicked it to the side. His length sprang free and he used this to press into the fabric of her shorts. The wet patch that covered her clit sent shocks into Peter, arousing him with how moist she was. Releasing her hands from his hair, Cindy traveled down to his length and wrapped her hands around it. Peter growled into the kiss and thrusted his hips into her teasing touches, his dick hardening until it started throbbing in pain. He could feel her smirking as she slowly and dreadfully stroked him inch by inch.

"You like that?" Cindy teased when she broke the kiss, squeezing a tad harder to make it miserable for Peter. She loved how she could play with him with a little payback from before. The response she wanted was given when she could feel him tighten his own grip on her, mixing her groans with his panting.

Before she could react, Peter ripped off her tight shorts and revealed her shaven kitty. A yelp escaped her mouth when he picked her up by her round cheeks, pressing against her dripping clit with his throbbing member.

"A little impatient, aren't we?" Cindy managed to say. Her face felt warm as it turned a new shade of scarlet. As much as she knew this was a bad choice, she wanted Peter to take her body. She was unsure if she felt mostly ashamed or excited.

"Y'know, it's impolite to-" Her words were immediately cut off when Peter slammed his whole length into her. The high note that came out of her mouth could have woke up the entire building. Her walls immediately clenched onto him as she tried to adjust to his massive girth. He did not give her any time to recover as he started pistoning in and out of her with a fast pace, relishing at how wet and slick her caverns were. Holy shit, she is so tight.

Peter wanted to do anything to make her scream out his name. Whether it included hitting her in the deepest spot or leaving bruises on her butt, he loved hearing her moans and whimpers. He enjoyed how submissive she was and how she welcomed every thrust from him. But all his wants completely disappeared when he heard the front door of his apartment open. Fuck, Anna is home earlier than I expected.

Cindy could also hear the sound of shuffling in the hallway outside of their room and bit her lips to prevent herself from releasing any noise. She wanted to protest when Peter stopped his animalistic thrust and rest his throbbing penis deep in her walls. But she knew it would be a terrible and awkward situation if their suitemate caught the two of them.

"Stay quiet," Peter whispered hotly into her ear. "You don't want her interrupting our moment again?"

Cindy covered her mouth with her hand as she shook her head. Last week, they were about to go all the way on the ceiling of the suite if Anna Maria did not come home at the wrong moment. Cindy was disappointed but relieved that Anna ended up stopping them because she knew that it was wrong what she had sex with Peter. However, it would have been kind of hot to do it on the ceiling. Fortunately, or unfortunately for her, they ended up having a tryst on the roof of the bedroom when Anna left for Boston.

Peter began his rapid thrusts again and buried his face into her neck to prevent his own pants and growls from creating noise. Cindy almost bit on her own fingers to keep herself from immediately exploding into a chorus of screams. He wasn't exactly gentle with his rough thrusts and hot whispers into her ear. She loved how he knew every part of her body that could make her melt. I don't know how long I can hold this in…

Peter's mind was on overload. All he could think about was continuously thrusting into his lover's wet snatch. Something about her covering her mouth to prevent herself from screaming out turned him on. He also loved how her moist folds would convulse around him every time he hit the back of her cervix. He looked down and watched her breasts rise and fall with every thrust. Under that image was his cock sliding in and out of her again and again, coming out even more wet each time. Even though they have had sex each day for the past week, she still stayed tight as a vice. One of his hands grabbed her arm from her face, and she let out a whimper as her moans rolled out from her mouth

Oh gods, I can't hold it in. Cindy bit her bottom lip as her moans and whimpers came out in broken notes. "It's ok, scream my name," Peter panted into her ear. "We are too far into this anyway."

He started to quicken his pace and thrust into her in an uncontrollable rhythm. The force caused the room to vibrate as another picture fell from the wall and onto the floor with a shatter. The feeling of him hitting her G-spot pushed her over the edge. "Peter, oh my god, I'm coming! Ahh!" she finally screamed as loud as she could. She rolled her hips into his thrusts as she squirted all over his thighs, the glistening liquid traveling down his legs. White squares blocked her vision as exhaustion almost caused her to black out.

"Fuck, Cindy! Shit!" he growled as he pounded her in at an erratic tempo. His balls tightened as the first rope of cum shot deep into her, creating a burning sensation deep in her. It was immediately followed by more of his seeds as Peter used all his strength to keep her up while he came inside her. His fist hit the wall, creating a small dent in the flat surface. He took her lips into his in a messy kiss as her tight pussy coaxed him and milked him dry. His knees finally gave out after a while and buckled, throwing them both fell onto the floor. Cindy snuggled into his neck as they both panted and gasped each others name.

Anna definitely heard us.

Beep Beep

The small alarm clock on the desk rang twice as the digits switched to 12:00 AM. There was a piercing silence in the room with only the slight breeze pushing the curtains making a sound. On the bed laid Peter with Cindy snuggled into his arms, the two web slingers tired and sweaty from the post sex bliss with their bodies pressed against one another. Somehow the both of them did not pass out on the floor and made it to the bed. Their legs were tangled in a mess under the small blanket that the both of them shared. His head was buried in the hair on top of her head, breathing in the sweet smell while he was subconsciously asleep. On the other hand, she was laying on one of his shoulders and drawing small circles on his chest with her finger. Sleep was not kind to Cindy as she stayed there wide awake. There was too much on her mind for her to fall asleep. For some reason, insomnia affected her often after she left her bunker. Maybe it was a different environment than that of a bunker for ten years. Whatever it was, it was odd that she felt better in Peter's arms. It made her feel wanted, and she felt like she belonged somewhere, yet, at the end of the day, they were just an item. That thought bothered her every night she spent with him.

Deep inside, Peter enjoyed sleeping with Cindy in his grasp. After his relationship with Mary Jane and Felicia Hardy ended, it felt empty not to share the bed with someone. Even though he and Cindy were not a couple, it did feel good to have a warm body next to him. It was also a plus that she smelled amazing even after the love making they shared. Maybe it was just the pheromones, but sometimes it was fun to run with the pheromones.

That's how every day ended between the two of them. The agreement at the beginning of the week to set up boundaries and stay as far from each other as they could flew out the window as soon as Anna was not home to stop them. The pheromones turned into a habit as their animalistic side came out each night. But after all the fun, there was an awkward silence between them. Sometimes it was because they were both tired to say anything. Most of the time, however, it was because they did not know what to say to each other. They were not a couple, just two individuals addicted to mindless sex.

"Hey, Cindy," Peter moaned as he felt himself exit the realm of sleep. His hands squeezed her taut back to confirm she was still there. "Are you awake?"

She tilted her head to kiss the bottom of his chin. "Does that answer your question?" she replied. He nodded his head with his eyes still shut.

"I assumed so because you have been playing with my chest this whole time," he stated and smirked. Cindy's cheek turned red as she quickly pulled her hand away. "It's ok. I kinda liked it."

They stayed there again for a short period of silence again. "I wanted to address the elephant in the room," Peter blatantly stated. Cindy remained silent as she looked down, knowing what he was going to talk about.

When she did not answer, Peter scooted up and turned her around, looking directly in her eyes. "Look, I really enjoy being with you every night, and it has been great and everything but it feels like our relationship consists of either arguments or sleeping with each other. Like, we have been doing this every night and I never even asked you on a date."

Cindy sighed and scratched her head. "Yeah, I know what you mean. It sucks that most the time we are arguing too. I don't know what comes over me sometimes and I hate arguing. Peter, you are the first guy I have been this intimate with. And honestly, I feel like whatever we are is not real. But I just feel complete with you, and I am so stumped. I'm just so confused right now with everything happening in my life with my parents, crime fighting, and what to do with my life. I don't know."

She plopped back onto his chest, which made Peter embrace her tightly and give her a small peck on her head. "I'm sorry I yelled at you the past week. I just don't want to see you get hurt or die out there. It feels like my fault if you did because I was the one who released you from the bunker."

"Do you ever regret taking me out of there?" Cindy whispered as she breathed in his scent.

"Nope. I promise you that I would never say or think that I regret releasing you from that place. No one deserves being there."

"Pinky promise?" Cindy asked as she held up her pinky.

Peter smirked and nodded his head, linking their pinkies together. "Yes, I pinky promise. You're such a child. I also promise we will talk about what we are tomorrow morning. Get some sleep now."

She nodded her head and pushed the both of them back onto the bed. After a silent five minutes, Peter could hear her soft snore on his shoulder. With a small chuckle, he closed his eyes and joined her in dream land.

Knock-knock

Peter awoke the sound of someone softly knocking on the door. He groaned as he rolled over, feeling the warm body snuggled close to him. Cindy was still sound asleep on his shoulder with drool running from her lips and onto his chest. Best not to wake her up…

He looked over at the clock, and it read 8:15 AM. It's a Sunday, why am I up this early? He planted a soft kiss on Cindy's cheek before untangling himself from the body next to him. Cindy mewled in her sleep and spooned the pillow next to her. Peter scooted to the edge of the bed and stretched, letting out a yawn as all his muscles loosened.

Knock-knock

"I'm coming," Peter grumbled as he took a nearby towel and wrapped it around his waist. He opened the door to Anna Maria Marconi standing her arms crossed and looking rather slightly vexed.

"Where have you been, Peter?" Anna asked him as she raised one of her eyebrows in annoyance.

"What do you mean?" Peter asked with a sheepish smile while running his hand through his hair.

"The company has been asking me why you did not come in the last few days. The board is on the verge of voting you out as the CEO. So many projects are waiting to be approved by your signature," she started to rant.

"But it's Sunday!"

"No buts, Peter. You could have at least given the company a call or something if you are busy out there fighting crime. I assume that's what you have been doing, right?" Anna continued. Her eyes suddenly trailed to the dark marks on his neck, and she squinted her eyes to look closer. "Are those bruises on your neck?"

"Maybe…" Peter said as he wrapped his arms around his neck to hide the marks.

"Peter, why the hell do you have so many bruises on your neck?" Anna questioned with one of her eyebrows raised.

"I had a really unlucky game of paintball?" Peter quickly blurted out, mentally face palming himself. Holy shit, that was a terrible excuse.

"Peter, I know what a hickey looks like. What have you been-" Anna cut herself off when she looked inside the room to see the naked back of Cindy sound asleep in his bed, the blankets only covering her legs. Anna's eyes darted between the body on the bed and Peter. Then she noticed how his room was in complete shambles and quickly realized the situation.

"Oh my god, Peter," Anna said as she rubbed her temples, disgust slowly molding onto her face. "I really don't want to ask this question, but how many times have you two had sex?"

Peter looked up to the ceiling and started thinking as his fingers raised to each number he counted mentally. "Can I use my toes to count too?" he asked with an embarrassed grin as a shade of red appeared on his face.

Anna rolled her eyes. "You are disgusting. Can you please take a shower because you smell terrible?"

"I couldn't control it!" Peter said as an excuse as Anna walked away while shaking her head.

"I really do not want to talk about what you do on your off time. I made breakfast so hurry up. Also, clean up your room because I am not doing it" Anna called out as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Breakfast was awkward between the housemates, especially when Cindy finally woke up and came out of the shower with only a pink sports bra and shorts that hugged her body tightly. When Peter saw her, he immediately cursed that she always wore extremely revealing clothing around the house. The sight would immediately send blood rushing down to his nether regions. To make things worse, Cindy sat an inch next to Peter, brushing her hand on his thigh and giving him a small wink. Anna had to throw a newspaper between them to prevent them from going at it again on the dinner table. After that, all three of them sat awkwardly eating while Anna explained what was happening in the Boston branch. Through each bite, Peter's eyes met Cindy's and they both had the same thought. They really wanted to get back to touching each other.

9:23 AM The three of them sat in the same room as Cindy surfed the web for her family and Peter and Annie worked on repairing the Spider-Man suit damage from the weekly acts of heroism. Cindy was completely frustrated with all this new technology. Before she was sent into the bunker, computers were just brand new with only a few simple applications. Now, there was a new Windows system with a bunch of new programs and websites. What the heck is Google Chrome?

"Augh!" Cindy cried in frustration as she slammed the table. Peter jumped up in the air from the sudden bang. "Great, not only haven't I found my family, now I can't find Netscape. Pete, can you give me a hand?"

Peter immediately placed his glue and web spinners onto the table and got up. "Uh, sure."

On the next table, Anna mumbled an "Uh-oh" as she concentrated on the device currently placed on the table. She had a water bottle full of ice water next to her in case the two of them decided they wanted to get frisky again. Why am I babysitting two horny adults right now?

Peter leaned over to the desk next to Cindy, his face an inch away from hers. His arm was placed over her shoulder as his hands palmed over her's on the mouse. "Here Cindy. Facebook barely existed last time you were online, but it's the most popular way to...stay...closer…"

The last three words barely escaped Peter's mouth as his body started to feel warm and tingly. He leaned into Cindy's face, who began to do the same. Her scent intoxicated him as lust took his mind. Just when they were about to meet lips, a shot of cold water hit Peter in the face, and they both yelped in surprise.

"Pheromone alert! Cool off, you two!" Anna snapped as she squirted water at the two heated spider-people.

9:46 AM Anna's cell phone rang, and she left the room to pick up the call. When the door closed, Cindy immediately got up and sat on top of Peter lap, straddling him and quickly taking his lips with hers. Peter stood up and tilted her head up, deepening the kiss and letting his tongue slide into her. He took a deep breath through his nose to inhale all the pheromones coming from her body. His hands traveled to the bra hooks on her back and fidgeted with it to take them off.

"Hey!" Anna yelled at the two as she squirted them with another hit of water. "Behave!"

9:58 AM "Shoot, I forgot the blowtorch in the tool closet," Anna said under her breath as she left the room yet again.

The door closed and Peter turned around to Cindy, who was busy exploring Facebook. He walked up to her and picked her up, causing her to yelp. Cindy jumped onto him and wrapped her legs around him.

"Anna might cat-" she started to say before she was cut off with a kiss from Peter. The two of them started aggressively sucking on each other's lips, drawing out quiet groans. They both stumbled onto the nearby couch, not stopping their make out session.

"Hey! Down!" Anna's voice rang in the room when she entered again. Another squirt of ice cold water hit Peter in the face. The two of them fell off the couch and groaned as their moment ended.

10:06 AM The room had an awkward silence as Anna sat between Peter and Cindy, separating the two to prevent them from trying to have sex again. Peter tried focusing on fixing his electro web mechanism, but his mind was too clouded to concentrate on anything. Damn hormones…

He took a conductor and powered it up to full charge. When he pressed the tool onto his webspinners, a huge amount of energy traveled from the power source into the tool. Immediately, there was a huge flash and then all the electronics in the room shut off completely.

"Peter!" Anna complained as the radio she was working out lost power.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention!" Peter blurted out as he threw the tool onto the table to avoid being electrocuted. He shook his hand frantically to get rid of the feeling of shock.

Anna grumbled as she left the room to turn the power on again. This time, both Peter and Cindy stood up and grabbed one another. Their faces smashed against each other in a frantic kiss and taking in each other's flavor. Peter kissed down to her neck and peppered her feverish skin with pecks.

"I can't concentrate," Peter whispered hotly between his kisses. "I want you."

"I can say the same," Cindy moaned as she pressed his head harder against her neck.

The door opened, and Anna came in, immediately grabbing the ice cold bottle. "Hey, both of you, stop doing that," she ordered as she squirted the bottle at the two.

This time, it hit Cindy directly in the face. This immediately ticked her off. "That's enough, Anna!" she snapped, reaching her arm out to grab the water. "Give me that bottle!"

Anna held onto the bottle and stepped out of reach. "Nope. Sorry. Act like dogs in heat, and I will treat you like dogs in heat."

Cindy stopped grabbing at the bottle and started to think about everything that has been happening the past week. Anna was right. She and Peter were both mindless animals the last week, distracting themselves with arguments and hot sex each night. Peter was already losing his position at his company because of her. She can barely concentrate at work in the Fact Channel herself because all she could think about was getting into heat with him.

She sighed and grabbed Peter, causing him to yelp as she walked to the door with him. "Don't worry, Anna. I just want to talk to him."

They both stepped out into the hallway, and before Peter could say anything, Cindy said, "This is not going to work out, Peter. I think… I think I have to leave."

Peter scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean? I thought we were going to talk about it today and officially decide on what we would do today."

Cindy sighed in frustration before continuing. "I have decided, and I think it's best for me to leave and live my own life. Us being near each other is unhealthy and distracting. Peter, I love the sex that we have, and it makes me feel amazing, but you can see that we have been distracted. You can lose your position at your Fortune 500 company if I stay. We are going to keep going back and forth each day if we don't create some space. Even our teamwork is terrible because all we do is get into fights." She breathed hard before she said the last part. "Face it. We are not a couple. We never were."

"So you're leaving?" Peter asked as he looked away, knowing the worst was inevitable. "Just throwing it all away like that?"

Cindy held her arm. He could not look into Peter's eyes knowing that they were filled with pain. "Anna's right. For half my life, I didn't have a choice about what to do." Webs started to flow out of her fingertips and wrapped around her, forming the Silk costume around her once again.

"That's over. I appreciate you letting me stay here, Peter, but I need to find something else."

She jumped onto the window. Before she could leave, Peter grabbed her arm. "But you were in that bunker for years. You don't know anyone in the city-"

Cindy slipped out of his grip and looked out. Her heart was aching for some reason. "I'm starting to. A lot of the other Fact Channel interns have leads on places to stay. And I don't turn into Pepe Le Pew around them. I'll be fine. Please don't try to stop me, Peter." Cindy had to catch her shaky breath before she said the last part. "Because you know I will stay if you try to. And we both need space. Anyways, bye Peter. Maybe we might see each other again."

Peter watched helplessly as Cindy jumped out the window and swung across the avenue. Peter felt his back hit the wall and he slid down to the floor. He heard Anna enter the hallway quietly and sit across from him.

"Should I… go after her?" he asked, completely lost and confused in his own thoughts. Maybe I am bound to be alone.

"That's the last thing she needs. Anyways, we need to talk… about why you've got to ease up on being Spider-Man so much." Anna explained. "And the difference between 'great responsibility' and 'all the responsibility.'"

"What do you mean by that?"

"You need to set your priorities, Peter," Anna said as she sat up. "I'm not saying 'Don't be Spider-Man.' I'm saying you're also head of your own company now. People's jobs depend on you. This past week, you have been ignoring your company while on your hero adventures. Though it is important to take care of the city, you are not perfect. No offense, but you are not a god. You can not be everywhere at once. Make sure you know what is important before diving headfirst into whatever you think is right."

"I know, but when someone's in trouble I can't just blow it off," Peter argued back.

"No, but you can be smarter about it. When my Pe- When Otto was Spider-Man, he let the authorities handle the small stuff."

"One: Otto was a jerk," Peter retorted. "Two: there is no 'small stuff.' Turn the police radio on.'"

Anna pressed the button on the police radio. Immediately, it shouted distress signals.

"Ladder 5, 10-84, we are on scene of an apartment fire, 10-30, robbery in progress at the corner of- Alarm at Jacobson Jewelers, any available unit-"

"Oh my god! I have to-" Peter shouted as he jumped up. Anna pulled him back and said, "Hold on."

"False alarm, repeat, cancel jewelry store alarm, we have the suspected robber in custody, Ladder 5, 10-18, fire is under control, no backup required."

"I- they-" Peter said through his shock.

"Handled it, Without you. It can happen. Otto might've been a jerk, but he was also a genius. A lot of his methods worked," Anna acknowledged as Peter sat back down on the wall. "Ask me, if you don't use 'em out of ego. He's not the only jerk to wear the webs."

"Sure, his methods worked… until they didn't. And the Green Goblin almost took over the city." Peter said back as he scratched his head, deep in thought. "But I can't be everywhere at once. This new police radio could help me prioritize-"

"And fulfill your other responsibilities. To your employees, shareholders, your partner Sajani-"

Anna was cut off when another call went off on the radio

"Calling to all officers. There is a code-211 outside St. Luke's Roosevelt Hospital. Multiple suspects with green hazmat suits are currently armed with highly dangerous weapons kidnapping civilians. Requesting backup immediately. Wait, what is that superhuman female perp? Oh god… WATCH OUT"

An explosion rocked in the distance. Peter looked out the window and saw a gray smoke a couple of blocks away. He turned around and saw Anna holding his Spider-Man suit.

"They might need the hero right now," she said as she tossed him the costume. "Now go."

Peter did not think twice as he started throwing on the costume. Time to get back to the solo act, Spider-Man. On the bright side, I don't have to think about those good points made by Anna.

Cindy did not know when she stopped swinging across the city. By the time she finally stumbled onto a building, she could see the Bronx in the distance. The calm wind blew by her as the sound of cars honking echoed below. Her knees buckled as she fell onto them, screaming in frustration into the sky.

Nothing made sense right now. Her family was missing, she had no place to stay at the moment, and for the first time since she was in the bunker, the empty feeling in her stomach returned. Fighting crime and taking down bad guys was the best feeling she had in awhile. Especially when she was around Peter. Every night was fantastic.

Cindy screamed again as she punched at a nearby brick wall. It immediately shattered, and her knuckles started bleeding. Ow… She sat down and wiped away a tear that came down from her face. I have to stop thinking about Peter. He is gone now. I am my own hero. Ok Cindy, let's see, where can I begin.

A helicopter that was heading downtown flew by. On the tail was Fact Channel painted in golden letters. A light bulb lit above Cindy as she received the idea she was looking for. She put back on her mask and jumped off the building she was on. Watch out New York, here comes the amazing Cindy Moon. First stop: the Fact Channel office!

Cindy saw a light at the end of the tunnel. However, she knew that leaving Peter will always be a decision that might end up haunting her. Maybe their relationship was toxic and unhealthy, but it was where she felt most wanted.

"When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done, Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed, Don't resent me and, when you're feeling empty, Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest"

AN

Hey guys! Sorry for the long time between the update. I have been really busy with work and also been going out with friends. Whenever I am home, I try to work on this. This chapter was especially interesting to write. Just wanted to address a few things.

First, a lot of the dialogue in the end was used from the Amazing Spider-Man #7 comic because this chapter takes place during that time (at least the ending at least). I also changed the timing a bit.

Second, the beginning monologue by Cindy is from the Silk comics with a bit of my writing put in. Read the Silk comics and Amazing Spider-Man comics!

Third, the lyrics at the end of the chapter is from the song, "Leave Out All The Rest" by Linkin Park. Around the time this chapter was released, Chester Bennington, the lead singer of the band, took his life and this is my tribute to him. The band is one of my favorite and this lost is definitely a tragedy. May you rest in peace, Chester.

Fourth, this will be my last prologue chapter. Next chapter, I will begin writing the official story that I have in mind. Thank you to everyone who has stayed reading.

I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter. Feel free to follow the story, but most importantly, leave a review. I love the words from my readers and they definitely help me out. See you next time!