Peter paced in his bedroom nervously.

"I know I like this girl. She knows enough about me already. Why not? Who could it hurt? She might be put in danger. But common Parker, do you really want to go through your life alone? MJ was a lost cause so why not go for Charlene?"

Peter didn't know what to think. He really liked this girl but didn't know where to go with her. Could she handle knowing who Spiderman was?

Peter smiled in triumph, "Yes, I know exactly what to do."

The next day during Peter four o'clock physics class, he was sitting at his desk wondering what was going to happen with Charlene and how she would react. When the bell rang Peter tried to take his time getting out of class to make up for his nerves. Whilst walking through the courtyard he noticed Charlene sitting on a bench reading a book.

"Ok, this is it," thought Peter. He walked over to Charlene and was two inches away from her and was about to open his mouth to say 'hi'- when he heard sirens in the background.

"Godammit!" Peter said out loud as he raced off into an alleyway to change into his costume.

Peter raced the police cars all the way to the Manhattan City bank where there was supposedly four robbers in there with guns. Peter swung inside and surveyed the scene.

'Oh boy, here we go again,' Peter thought. He quickly jumped down from the ceiling landed behind of the gunman and webbed him up in a little cocoon. What he didn't realize that another gunman had been watching the scene and was slowly creeping behind Spiderman.

Peter's spider sense was buzzing madly in his head but it was too late.

BANG!

The second gunman had fired right into Peter's shoulder.

"Jesus Christ!" Peter shouted. Now he was pissed. He quickly webbed up the other gunmen had fled to his apartment.

Peter landed into his apartment and flung himself into a chair. He slowly peeled back his costume as his wound screamed out in pain and looked at his shoulder. It was bloody and swollen showing only a little hole where the bullet when through.

Knowing Peter couldn't go to a hospital he grabbed a pair of pliers from his toolbox under his sink and stabbed it into his shoulder. Peter screamed out in pain as he grabbed hold of the bullet with his pliers and yanked it out. The wound now bled freely and Peter stopped the bleeding with plenty of gauze.

"Thank God for those special spider healing powers," Peter thought aloud as he went to rest by his television. Not knowing what to expect from that bank robbery Peter turned it to the news.

"Suspects have been identified and taken into custody but there has been no word on the whereabouts of Spiderman," said the news reporter, "witnesses say that after apprehending one of the gunman, Spiderman was caught by surprise and shot in the shoulder by another gunman."

"Shit," said Peter frustrated, "now everybody knows," as he turned off the television. Peter grew weary with the thought of criminals taking advantage of his injury and hoped it couldn't come to that.

As the next day rolled around, so did a new day of classes. Peter dressed in baggy clothes as to hide his injury and walked stiffly to class. On his way to physics his mind wondered to thoughts about the aftermath of the news report. What he didn't notice was someone walking straight into him.

"OW!" screamed Peter in terror, his shoulder now stinging with pain. His hand flew to his shoulder to try and compensate for the pain as he cringed. The person whom he had knocked into looked up from the ground.

"Peter?" said a confused Charlene Nandon.

Peter looked down at Charlene and he was still gripping his shoulder that was now beginning to bleed again. They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed to be eternity. Either of them not knowing what to think both just stood there lost in thought.

"What happened to your shoulder?" asked Charlene intrigued the wheels in her mind slowly turning.

Peter just stared at Charlene but didn't say anything. He then picked up his books slowly and started to walk away. He didn't know why he did it but he felt it was the right thing to do.

Charlene stared at the back of Peter's head. Just staring into his head trying to figure out why she was so intrigued by his injury.

"Oh my god," whispered Charlene, "its him."