(A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own Peter or Mary Jane or the original villains of Spiderman [along with the real identities of the Big Man and Vixen, but I do own [spoilers!] Peter and Mary Jane's alias' and the new villain forms )

Chapter 1 (or chapter what the heck is going on?):

Waking up with a slight ache in his neck, Matt Tyler woke up groggy as ever. Matt got out of bed and shuffled downstairs from his second story bedroom to grab some breakfast before having to rushing out the door as usual for school. Matt was gathering up the needed ingredients and utensils to have some cereal when his mother and younger brother Nick joined him in the kitchen. He acknowledged their presence with a nod and a "good morning" and continued setting up his meal. Nick watched his brother, almost reverentially; make the cereal, which wasn't uncommon, because Nick thought Matt was the coolest person in the world, period. Matt was a 15 year old freshman who was 3/4 through the school year. he had light brown, short hair that sat on his head nicely so he barely had to fix it in the mornings, he had deep, dark blue eyes that had a subdued shimmer, as if he was constantly yearning for something, he was about average height, 5'6'' to 5'7'', and a light sprinkling of freckles across his nose and cheek area. But besides all these admirable features, Nick thought the coolest thing about his big brother was his oddly shaped birthmark, on his palm of all places. It was a dark line right in the middle of his right hand that seemed to spread out from left to right across his hand, into many smaller lines. Matt had learned to ignore it, but the odd pattern still fascinated Nick to this day, he would ask to see it whenever the opportunity arose. Nick turned to look at his mother, who was making toast for herself at the moment. Madeline Jennifer Rebecca Tyler (Madeline Jennifer being her full first name, MJ for short), was a woman of 39 who was the kind of person who knew the right thing to say at just the right moment. She had light red hair, vivid green eyes, and the bubbliest personality you ever did see. But the best thing about her was that she had the best relationship possible with her children. Even though it was kind of weird to others around them, MJ was Nick and Matt's best friend, confidant, and mentor. most people were surprised that she was able to take on the role of mother and father (her late husband Richard died a few months after Nick was born. he died from a car accident caused by a criminal chase down the wrong side of the road), because when Richard had been alive she seemed the complying housewife, not the controlling type. Even so, she fell into it almost perfectly, it seemed to her friends that it was her way of grieving for Richard, taking the boys to sports, helping with homework, encouraging them to work hard in school, and teaching them how to be responsible young men. All that she set out to accomplish to do with her boys had certainly become a reality. Matt was in many honors classes in high school and passing them with ease, and ten year old Nick was a very well rounded individual; playing three instruments and engaging in many sports. Both had a good sense of right and wrong and a sense of duty, responsibility, and proper pride. But, although it seemed that their little family should be happy, there was still a big gaping hole where there father and husband should have been. MJ knew it had scarred Matt terribly, and Nick had no recollection of his father whatsoever, so even though it had been ten years, to the day actually, the wound it had left never went away. Matt sat down at the table now that he was done preparing his cereal and was currently gorging himself on Cocoa Puffs. As he stuffed his face, he sullenly remembered that today was the anniversary, the ten year anniversary, and to him it seemed like only a couple of weeks ago. he felt like he was the only one holding his family back, his mother had stepped up an taken charge, his brother was a very reliable hard worker, and he knew that he was the big brain, all the teasing and taunting at school never let him forget it; but even so, he felt as though he hadn't found a way to grieve. Matt was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn't realized he finished the whole bowl of cereal, so he was dipping his spoon into nothing.

"Uuuh, Matt...What are you doing?" his mother inquired with a chuckle.

"Huh? What...oh! Ha ha! I guess I didn't know I finished." he said apologetically

"Thinking about dad?" she asked

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Well, you just get that look in your eyes, that look was the same as your father's when he was working on something. He got so caught up in his thoughts that he'd always forget one thing or another." she replied. After Matt pondered that thought, that he had the same look as his dad, something he was quite proud of, Nick spoke up

"Daddy was a really smart scientist, wasn't he mom?"

"Yes he was, Nicky. his experiments could have changed the world if he could have continued, but sadly, after he died, no one could understand his notes or reports, so most of his projects were shut down" she concluded. They had this conversation every year, and each year their mother would give the two boys new information about their brilliant dad. That new piece of info this time was that his experiments had been shut down. Matt got up from the table to go get ready for school and Nick soon followed. MJ sat their for a while, her shift at the acting agency where she worked not starting until nine and the clock registering at seven forty-five, contemplating what to do about this years anniversary. She couldn't very well just do anything, because then she wouldn't feel at ease for a long time. Usually on the anniversary, each of the members of the Tyler family would do something individually, and MJ herself would visit Richard's grave and "talk" to him for a while. She had no idea what her boys did, but that was fine with her, she trusted them. So as not to waste her time, MJ ate her toast and decided to bake some brownies for after school, so she got up from the kitchen table and started to get the ingredients. Matt was upstairs changing into a navy blue T-shirt and underneath was a white longsleeve undershirt, dark jeans, and colorful red shoes. As he gathered his books, arranged his backpack, and checked his face for any outstanding blemishes, he thought about his father, as he often did on this day, April Fourth. His dad's experiments had been shut down? They couldn't read his notes? An interesting development. Matt wondered if they destroyed the work, but that was unlikely since the government never threw away anything. And if that was the case, where were they storing everything? It was a predicament that was beyond Matt's resources to solve. Walking down the stairs, Matt met Nick and they walked out the door just after saying goodbye to their mother. Emerging into the crystal clear sunlight, Matt and Nick were greeted by the streets of Queens, and the skyline of New York. Walking side by side to the bus stop, the two conversed about school, friends, and guy things in general. When they arrived, they preceded to sit on the bench and wait for said bus. Both sat silently, abruptly ending their chat to think more about the anniversary. Nick was thinking about if he should ask Matt to tell him a story about his dad, preferably the one about the beach, that one was his favorite. Nick's bus arrived first and Nick said goodbye to his brother before being whisked away by the rolling wheels. Matt took his time to examine the environment around him, the skyscrapers in the distance, the newsstand on his left, the pretzel cart on his right, normal as ever. But Matt felt an odd sense of foreboding, as if something important was about to occur, then he realized that for one, his bio test was today, and two, he hadn't studied. Matt was a little bit worried, but not too much, he had studied every other day of that week for that test, so he was confident in his abilities. When the bus came, filled with other students, Matt shuddered, this was the worst part of school, having to sit in the back, always on guard against pranks and tricks, and it was the same humiliating sequence over and over again. Matt worked his way down the aisle, every few people glaring at him, any other ignoring him or blocking their seats as to prevent him from getting any ideas. Matt took his usual seat in the back, right over the tires, the place where all of the potholes caught. Matt was constantly guarding himself and his possessions from anything causing harm, the pranks they played were unpredictable. Matt waited and after he was sure no one had anything planned, he relaxed. When the bus stopped, it stopped at one of the most prestigious schools on the island, Midtown Manhattan Magnet High School, or M3 for short. Matt headed to his locker and grabbed his morning supplies and headed to bio class. Sitting down, Matt saw Terry, one of his best (and only) friends. She had short, dark hair that curled inwards, purple eyes induced by colored contacts she wore, Terry was a tom boy that dressed like a girly girl, so today like anyday she looked like she belonged to the popular crowd, but by a miracle she preferred to hang out with him. She strolled over and they started to chat

"Hey Matt! What's up?"

"Hey..." he said dejectedly.

"Oh...is today the day, is it?"

"Yeah...how did you know?"

"Oh...well...I looked in the obits?" she whispered embarrassed, her smile hiding her blush.

"Oh, it's OK, it's kinda nice, but..."

"If you don't want to talk about it, it's OK. We can get together at the spot at lunch OK?"

"Sure...uuuh...good luck on the test."

"OK, you too. Bye." as she departed, Matt was grateful she understood, he didn't like talking about his dad with a lot of people. As class started, Matt began his test. As usual, he finished first. He walked over to the turn in drawer...but suddenly he was on the ground, elbows throbbing and bloods flushing into his cheeks. All looked up from their tests, to find their least favorite student flat on his face, which caused unbridled joy among most of them, except Terry of course, who just had a blank expression, she refused to show pity, because she knew the thing that Matt hated most was pity. Matt got up and dusted himself off, and continued what seemed to be the now endless trek up the middle aisle to the teacher's desk, which seemed to ignore the event that just occurred. Matt turned in the test and made sure that he stayed away from the middle aisle. after the period was over, the rest of Matt's morning classes went as could be expected, at least one comment about how he should just go to a university and leave them all alone, one kick me sign, even one wedgie. Yes all classic pranks, the kids at Matt's school lived for the oldies, but all meant to hurt none the less. At lunch, Matt bought his food and headed outside to the spot, the place he and Terry sat on special occasions. It was a grove of low lying trees behind the school, where one could climb with ease. It was technically off school campus, but nobody missed the two, so they didn't care. Terry had already arrived and was sitting in a tree nearest the fence, looking as cheery as ever.

"Hey, could you hold this for a sec?" Matt asked motioning towards the food on his plate.

"Sure, be glad to." Terry replied while grabbing the plate. Matt climbed up the fence and stood on top while holding on to a tree branch, and proceeded to climb up said branch. Sitting opposite of Terry, Matt took his food back and started to munch on his pizza, while Terry spoke

"Well, my day was just hectic, how about yours? I just got calls of 'nerdette' all day! Seriously, those troglodytes don't know anything about how to treat exceptional people, you and me, we're exceptional, that much I know." she concluded with a huff.

"Why do you complain? It's not gonna change anything" Matt said.

"I know, but it helps me calm down, you know how I get when I am angry" she replied. Terry reached for her lunch and started eating, and both were silent for a while. Then Matt spoke up

"Well, I have to get to the lab; I guess I'll see you later then."

"OK, see ya." Terry said, only with a remnant of cheerfulness, Matt left the tree and headed for school.

(A/N: I finally finished, I am so proud of my self! yay me!)