G: Okay...so here's our first story.

A: Yayyy! So enough of the talking! Lets get writing!

G: Cheesy much? Okay. Really. We are going to write now.

A: *Gasp* If I could shun you I would.

G: Okay, A. You do that.

Disclaimer: WE DON'T OWN SPIDER-MAN!

Gwen's P.O.V

I walked down the hall, Peter's words were still echoing in my mind. Seeing him smiling out of the corner of my eye, a smirk played on my lips, "So what made you decide to break my dad's promise?"

His smile faltered, "I…wouldn't say I broke his promise," he reached up to scratch his neck, "I'll 'leave you out of it.' As in," he leaned in close to whisper in my ear, "my Spider-Man life."

Well that's going to be harder than you think.

"Oh. Okay, I get it." I said winking at him.

"What? What do you mean by that?" his eyebrows furrowed, yet he was smiling at the same time.

"Nothing, Peter." I blew him off with a wave of my hand. After saying goodbye and turning away, I could still feel his eyes burning into my back. I turned back around to add, "And Peter? I can take care of myself."

I saw a hint of a smile on his face when I walked away.

Peter's P.O.V

I shut the door to the apartment I had lived in for so many years with Aunt May and Uncle Ben. Uncle Ben. He was dead because of me. I heaved a sigh; the guilt weighing down on me like 5,000 pounds on my shoulders.

Suddenly, sirens erupted in the distance. I knew I had to help. The police force could use it after the loss of Captain Stacy.

"So how was school?" I turned around to face Aunt May.

"It was good but I, um, have a lot of homework! I love you! Bye!" I said hurriedly as I rushed up the stairs. After slamming my bedroom door shut and slinging my backpack onto my bed, I pulled off my shirt, revealing the spandex suit. I had to hurry; the sirens were fading. "I'm going to be in here for a while! I have so much homework!" I yelled down the stairs. Then I pried the small window open, and jumped.

Following the sirens, I eventually reached the scene; it was brutal; the cluster of police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks were surrounding one of the biggest buildings I had ever seen in New York City. And it was on fire, the flames were licking up the building, and billows of smoke spiraled high into the air. Once I reached the front of the building, I could see the horde of people surrounding the place, crying out in fear for their loved ones. Firefighters were desperately trying to put out the flames. The fire only seemed to grow stronger by the minute.

"Help! My wife is stuck! She can't get out!" I saw a man yelling at a fireman.

"Sir, there's nothing else we can do. The building's going to collapse any minute."

I dashed into the building without hesitation. Before I was inside, I swore I heard people yelling my name and saying that I would help. Oh God, help me. These people were counting on me. The scorching heat in the building was unbearable. It was hard to breath. I ran into every room I could find, scanning for survivors. Each breath I took burned my lungs, the smoke was painful.

Every turn I took and every hallway I followed took me deeper into the burning building. Everything was lit with an eerie orange glow. As I was scanning yet another room, I saw an isolated fire…it didn't look like the rest. It was thin...but tall. It had more blue than the fire surrounding it too.

"Well, look who's come to the rescue." A voice cackled.

I looked all around, but saw no one, "Where are you?" my voice sounded raspy and I coughed violently.

"What do you mean?" the voice asked, "I'm all around you!" it shrieked.

The column of fire before me rotated. It started to take shape of a person, then it became a solid woman on fire. "Don't mind me Spider-Man, I'm just having some fun!" She quickly grasped my neck, her fingers burned my flesh. I tried to pry her fingers off, but my hands were only met with the same burning sensation. She slung me across the room with such force, that I landed painfully among the debris of broken furniture. I hit my head and at the same time pain exploded in my lower back. I could feel something slice through my suit and skin. I sprang back to my feet and raced towards her only to be knocked back down by a scorching ball of fire. "Don't even try! I'm not finished with you yet!" She hurtled another one at me with her other hand.

I was burned and blistered all over, several patches of my suit missing. I quickly shot some webs at her from being on the ground, only to see them disintegrate as they reached her. My eyes grew wide behind my mask in shock.

She cackled like a maniac, "The name's Blaze, Spider-Man. And there's nothing in your power you can do stop me!" With that, she disappeared into a puff of black smoke.

The building creaked loudly around me. I need to save the people. Gritting my teeth, I got to my feet and continued my search. Turning into another room, I saw the figure of a woman on the ground facing away from me; her fair hair against the ground reflected the orange glow of fire surrounding us. I rushed forward and scooped her up in my arms. Running throughout the burning building, I desperately tried to locate a safe exit. It seemed like the floor was tilting and my vision was growing fuzzy. After what seemed like an eternity of searching, I eventually found the door I had entered through. I hastily handed her to some paramedics waiting outside.

While coughing, I heard some firemen discussing how they hadn't heard from one of their men. I ran back inside and found the fireman passed out deep within the building along with another person. They were both unconscious. Groaning, I picked them both up and struggled back through the building. My entire body was protesting against every move I made; every smoke-filled breath that I took. Seeing the entrance through the creaking building ablaze with fire, I forced my weary legs to carry the three of us to it. I burst through the open door and handed the people in my arms to more waiting paramedics. I started coughing very violently and collapsed to my hands and knees due the constant dizziness. My coughing fit was so strong it started to hurt. After a while, I started to notice the crowd gathering around me through watering eyes.

"Help him!" a women was yelling at the unsure paramedics.

"No-" I started, but only led to another tremendous coughing fit. My head hurt. The crowd's worried glances above me made me feel pathetic. Gathering my last ounce of strength, I heaved myself to my feet with shaking arms. "I'm fine." I staggered forward, swaying a good bit. Numerous people reached out and steadied me. My vision started spinning and I put my head down slightly trying to stop it.

"You've been in that building for at least three hours!" someone was telling me.

Was I in there for that long? Navigating through that enormous building must've taken longer than I thought. "Oh, huh. Well that would ex-"

I was cut off by someone screaming. My head shot up instantly. There was still somebody inside. I started taking off again towards the flaming building, a fireman yelled out to me, "No! The building is going to collapse any minute!"

Ignoring him, I disappeared once again into the flames.

G: I think Andrew Garfield is so cute. Right, A?

A: Oh Ya(: But if there was a contest to see who likes him most, you win.

G: Hehe. Oh, and Logan Lerman. They're my favorite actors...:D Guy actors anyway. Girl actors would happen to be Emma Stone and Anne Hathaway. So...yeah(:

A: Oh G...You and your actors! But on a new note... Let's stat a new chapter!