My name is D Wire and this will be my first Fan Fiction post ever. I am currently working on another story which I was hoping to publish first but due to my editor being out of town, I wrote this instead. I love Spider-man and have found The Ultimate Spider-Man to be entertaining and actually found myself laughing at a lot of the jokes on the show. It does have its faults, the biggest one being that it doesn't take its self seriously. Sadly that makes most other Spider-Man shows superior in my book, because Peter Parker is all about juggling his responsibilities as Spider-Man and as Peter Parker.

This idea came to me when I was re-watching the first season on Netflix and came across the episode "I Am Spider-Man" and noticed that MJ did not appear in any of the episodes after including most of the second season. I found the idea strange unless she knew Peter was Spider-Man and did not know how to react about it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ultimate Spider-Man. If I did there would be serious drama going on between Peter, MJ, and Ava.

Revelations

Peter Parker is Spider-Man. It was funny, really. Up until a couple of days ago Mary Jane Watson would have thought the idea absurd and probably would have recommended that the person who had entertained such a ludicrous statement seek out immediate psychiatric attention. MJ just couldn't grasp the fact that her oldest childhood friend, a boy she had known since she was five, someone she called her best friend, was actually a costumed vigilante who stalked the night fighting crime. She knew what she saw (or felt in this case), deep down in her gut. She remembered the day clearly.

She had decided to write a play to show the true Spider-Man to the people, one that was not as one sided and negative as The Daily Bugle Communications. She heard the rumors like everyone else. The idea that an everyday teenager who went to their school was out there every day trying to help people, it was moving. Besides he had saved her life numerous times and she felt he deserved better for all the things he's done.

She had felt the way he had effortlessly picked her up, the smoothness of his muscles when he grabbed her and pulled her away from Trapster. She knew without a doubt that this was Spider-Man here to save her again. When he had finally beat Trapster he stood there, the entire audience waiting, convinced that it was all part of the school play. She watched frozen as he slowly brought a hand up to his mask and grasped the thin piece of cloth. For MJ the world slowed down as he gently pulled the fabric past his lips, slowly dragging up 'till a mess of brown hair came out. His all-too-familiar blue eyes gazed out at the crowd before him as he spoke, "My names Peter Parker and I'm Spider-Man."

Mary Jane's heart stopped cold and she could feel the world slowly closing in around her. She had to get out of there and she did. Quickly moving towards the exit back stage and as soon as she hit the streets, she ran home not stopping till she firmly closed the door to her house shut.

"Hey sweetie how did your play go?"

Her mother's worlds never reached her ear. MJ was still lost in the sea of her emotions. It wasn't till her mother came over and grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her out of her daze that she realized anything had been said.

"Mary Jane, are you ok?"

her mother asked placing a soft hand against her forehead, checking her temperature.

"Yeah mom I'm fine," MJ said finally resembling a state of calmness, "guess I was just stressed about the play." MJ moved past her mom heading for the stairs leading to her room. "I think I'm just going to get some sleep." Her mother looked at her with concern.

"Alright. Look I got to work the late shift tonight at the diner so I won't be home until late."

But she was already gone. Madeline couldn't help but shake her head and in times like these wished she could stay home with her daughter like a normal mother.

...

Madeline Watson liked to think she was a great parent even if she was doing it on her own but sometimes being a great parent wasn't the same as being a great mother. She was worried about her daughter. In the two hours since she left her house and started her shift it was all she could think about. '

She had made a couple of mistakes, when finally her manager came out, Kathy a really nice lady. She was a short, plump woman who was one of the sweetest people Madeline had ever met. She had short curly blonde hair and pale blue eyes.

"Listen Maddie go take five and go get your head on straight. Betty can handle your tables till you get back."

All Madeline could do was nod and head to the back. As soon as she sat down she knew what she had to do. Pulling out her cell phone she dialed a number she preferred not to use. Honestly the idea of having to ask a teenager for help with her own teenage daughter was just embarrassing. But she was too worried about her right now.

The tone dialed until a muffled voice answered, "Hello Ms. Watson."

She couldn't help but shake her head, giving of a small smile. "Jeez Peter you know you can just call me Maddie, you make me feel old when you do that."

"Sorry, force of habit," she heard from the other line.

"Look the reason I'm calling is, I'm worried about Mary. When she got home today it looked like something was really wrong with her. I know it's late but can you head over there and keep an eye on her for me. I'm really worried."

There was silence for a moment then he spoke, "Yeah it's no problem. I'll head over there right away."

Good old Peter Parker she thought. "Thank you Peter this means a lot to me."

She hung up the phone and shook her head. "I must be out of my mind. I just asked a teenage boy to stay over, with my daughter, alone…," she said resting her head on her palms.

"It could be worse you could just come home early one night and find your daughter in bed with a guy and not know about it."

Madeline looked over to see Kathy holding a clipboard unintentionally eavesdropping on her conversation. "I guess there's always that," Madeline said as she straightened her apron and went back to work.

...

Mean while in downtown New York

Peter stood on the roof, his team all staring at him. "Guys I need to head back early today there's something I've got to take care of." Peter could see Ava's muscles tense underneath her White Tiger suit. The sleek lean muscles of her arms and neck shifting so slightly as muscle strands moved in between bone and flesh.

"Take care of? You have something here you need to take care of! You can't just bail in the middle of a mission. We've got a job to do."

Peter had taken a lot of crap when Fury made him the leader of this team. Mostly from two people, Sam because he wanted to be the leader of the team and Ava probably because she considered him too unprofessional and untrained or some other BS excuse. The truth was he'd had enough and this moment had been building under the surface like a dormant volcano, ready to erupt and eviscerate anyone near. "Job huh, Last time I checked, a job, you get paid for! Not that I don't mind coming out here every day to help people. Hell I've even been doing it with a Hundred foot billboards all over town that scream at me saying "I'm a menace" or "I'm a criminal". I've been doing it way before you and Fury came along," Peter said getting right up in Ava Ayala's face. "You may put your job ahead of everything like your school, your friends, and your family, but I don't. I have too little family left for that."

Ava could feel the tiger talisman pushing her to give in to her most base instincts and right now that instinct was to shred the red and blue idiot in front of her. Without thinking she let out a swift kick that hit Peter on his side and sent him off his feet.

Flying through the air, he quickly put his hands to the ground allowing him to spin and rotate so he hit the ground crouched and ready for the next hit. "Ok I'm defiantly not going to be accepting your apology now, tiger."

"Oh man this is going to be great," Nova said flying up to get a better view of the fight, recording it on his smart phone, "Man this is so going up on You Tube."

The rest of the team watched, shocked as two of their friends fought. White Tiger moved with polished skill dulled by a fierce rage that burned through her like a ragging fire. None of her teammates have ever seen her like this before, even when she was fighting a villain. Peter had been so shocked by the ferocity and savage like nature of her attacks that he hadn't been prepared for the powerful lunge that propelled her forward knocking Peter on his back.

Ava landed on Peter, one hand on his neck and another balled in a fist, pulled back and ready to be thrown. The talisman was enhancing her powers beyond anything she had ever felt. Her blood was rushing through her body carrying warmth like magma. She could hear the steady pounding of Peter's heart beat echoing like a loud drum. His scent filled her nostrils, setting her over the edge. She sensed it, fear, fascination, and something else she had never smelled before. Without thinking she flexed her hand, sharp razor like claws extended out from the edge of her finger tips as she leaned forward with the intent to fillet a spider. Before she could bring her claws down a strong hand reached her and held her back. She looked back to see Luke Cage "The Power Man" holding her back and pulling her to her feet.

"Go ahead and get out of here "webs" we got this."

Peter slowly stood up dumbfounded at what had just transpired but quickly gave Luke a nod as he stood to his feet and moved to the edge of the building and leaped from the edge.

Ava pulled her hand from Luke's grasp. She could feel Luke, Nova, and Iron Fist's eyes on her. "Let's just focus on the mission," Ava said before getting on to the spider bike and driving off.

"You think this is going to be a problem," Nova asked as he powered up allowing the bright neon blue glow around his body flare till he lifted off the ground. Iron fist just looked down and said, "The wise adopt a wait and see approach before jumping to conclusion, but also prepares for the worse."

...

Mary Jane had spent the last four hours gathering what information she could and building a timeline. Her deductive reasoning, research skills, and her natural ability to see patterns had benefited her greatly in her journalism class but this had truly put it to the test. She stared at her bulletin board she used when researching tough topic's in her journalism class.

She saw it all. All it really took was a little insight but she could see things most people would have over looked but she knew what she was looking for. It started with Peter's uncle, Ben's death, soon after a string of beatings on petty criminals took place, the odd thing being that all of the victims had similar appearances, Caucasian male with mid length blonde hair. A little before that, sightings of a masked man who could climb walls started, popping up.

Here in the middle of all this was Peter Parker a science whiz who was top of his class, who just so happened to pass out during a high school field trip to Oscorp. A kid who was so weak in the athletics that it was almost like he was trying to appear fragile and helpless, a boy who often showed up late for school with fresh bruises and usually slept through class.

It was all there plain as day. She could see it but she didn't have proof and the first thing any good journalist knew was you had to be able to prove your theories. At least if you didn't want to get sued for libel.

Mary Jane was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she almost hadn't heard the soft knock at her door that echoed through the house, snapping her out of her thoughts.

She quickly moved to the door shouting out, "coming!" Imagine her surprise when she opened the door and found the very person who had been occupying her thoughts for the past five hours, standing there out of breath and carrying two small plastic bags. "PETER, what are you doing here" she yelped coming off a little too nervous.

He stood there in the dark, the moon allowing a soft glow to his pale skin. "Jeez MJ, just brought you diner, thought we'd celebrate the big play you know," he said holding up the bag, "I got your favorite."

She needed to pull herself together. She wasn't acting normal and she didn't want Peter to suspect anything, time to show the world what a great actress she really was. "Oh really, let's see if you've been paying attention Mr. Parker," she said walking into the living room and plopping down on the couch.

Peter shut the door and slowly made his way to the living room. He sat down and placing both bags down on the kitchen table. "Well we got some Cashew chicken," he said setting the box on the table and popping it open so she could marvel at the tiny pieces of glistening poultry. "Along with some coconut shrimp, some spring rolls, and extra fiery Szechwan beef." Finally he pulled a small bag that was stuffed completely full.

"And here I though you weren't paying attention," she said playfully.

"Please we've been friends since we we're like five. I know exactly what you like," Peter said, waving an even smaller bag in the air.

"Petey what's that," she asked drawing closer to the bag. He shifted it away from her opening it so only he could see.

"This? Oh, you don't need to worry about this."

Mary Jane leapt from the couch wrapping both arms across his back in a desperate attempt to seize the bag from his hands. "Come on Parker show me what's in the bag and you don't have to get hurt."

Peter couldn't help but smile as he pulled a small fried cream cheese wanton out of the bag and watched as MJ's eyes lit up like a small child looking at a cookie jar. To say that MJ loved cream cheese wantons would probably be the understatement of the year and Peter had this thought in mind as he playfully tossed the crunchy piece of fried deliciousness into his mouth, snapping it shut as a loud crunch pierced the silence that had formed. He savored the creamy taste, almost as much as he was savoring the shocked expression on Mary Jane's face. That was, until she got a sinister glint in her eyes.

"You're so dead Parker," she yelled chasing after the boy.

Was it immature? Yes, but it was also fun. Something Peter hadn't had in a long time. The truth was he didn't realize how much he had missed spending time with Mary Jane until he was actually there, frolicking about her living room as the crimson haired woman chased after him.

Peter moved with grace and precision easily sauntering away from her grasp. She noted the way he was almost calm like the act of running around the house was nothing but a walk in the park for him, whereas MJ was already out of breath until finally, she accidently elbowed him in the ribs. Peter let out a slight yelp, clenching his teeth but dropping the bag, which MJ caught. She grasped the bag waving it around like a small trophy till she saw the pained expression on Peter's face. "Sorry Peter, I didn't mean to hit you that hard," she said moving closer to her friend.

Peter laid on the ground with one hand over his ribs where White Tiger had just kicked him not even an hour ago. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just got a small bruise. You didn't do anything," he said as he stood up wishing that the spider bite had given quicker heal on par with someone like the wolverine.

Unknown to most people Peter Parker did have a healing factor. His Body's ability to regenerate allowed for him to recover from most typical injuries in just under six hours, which was good cause it kept most of the damage he took down to a minimum and most would assume it was just Flash Thompson or some other bully giving him a rough time.

"Well here, let me see," MJ said moving closer to her childhood friend with one thought on her mind, 'what if he's got the costume on under his clothes.'

Peter stuck up his hand and motioned her to stop before he spoke, "I'm fine, don't worry about it." Mary Jane crossed her arms and leveled at him her secret weapon, The Look a fierce gaze that leveled through all defenses like a ray of light through a pane of glass. "Fine, mom, I'll show you," he said throwing his hands up in defeat as he slowly lifted up his shirt just enough to show the bruise just bellow his ribs but not enough to show too much muscle. He didn't want his friend wondering why "Puny Parker" had an eight pack and was ripped.

"What the heck Peter! what happened? Oh my god Flash," MJ said as her graze grew dark, "I swear the next time I see him I'm going to stick my foot so far…"

"MJ he didn't do it and it's funny but I don't think me and Flash are going to be having problems anymore," he said before MJ gave him an odd look. "Weird, right?"

MJ crossed her arms across her chest before speaking, "Ok then Mr. Parker how did you get it?"

Peter couldn't help but rub the hairs on the back of his head, "well you see I was skateboarding and I."

MJ just shook her head and raised one eyebrow slightly. "You don't own a skateboard," MJ said, "Honestly, Parker don't take me for a fool. Like you said, we've known each other since we we're five. I know when you're lying."

A long silence hung in the air causing the tension to become thick and heavy, till it almost became something tangible and Peter could feel himself drowning under it. So he did the only thing he could do, he told the truth, well most of the truth, "Ava Ayala."

MJ gaze changed from anger to curiosity, "That new chick who's been giving you a hard time lately. What? You piss her off?" She watched as Peter shook his head.

"Well kind of, she's been training me to fight for the last couple of months. To maybe help with the whole Flash thing, not to mention that it seems like just about once a month we have some crazy villain attacking the school. I just," he said allowing his gaze to drop to the floor, "I'm tired of not being, strong enough. Strong enough, to protect everyone, Harry, Aunt May...," He looked up and for once Mary Jane could see the pained expression in his deep blue ocean like eyes as he softly spoke, "you. I can't lose anyone else." Peter sat down on the couch putting his elbows on his knees as his face rested on his palms, gazing at the floor the wild ocean turning to a cold steel as the light dimmed from his eyes, "Not like Uncle Ben, not like my parents."

In that moment Mary Jane forgot about everything, Peter being Spider-Man or even the play. She moved next to him and wrapped her arms around him. She loved Peter, she knew that much, he was family to her but sometimes she forgets all that he's been through and because of that it hurt her. How could she have possibly forgotten the pain he's suffered? So for now, she would let the fact that Peter was Spider-Man slide, but she was nowhere near done.