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[center][b]Peter Parker[/b] | [b]Angelica Jones[/b][/center]
Peter and Angelica landed on the roof of The Shops at Atlas Park, a mall that was just southwest of Forest Hills. On the roof, the two teenagers attempted to change into their ‘normal’ clothes as quickly as possible. How disorderly and rushed they looked as they changed made them look like two teenagers scrambling to throw on their clothes when one of their parents unexpectedly arrived home in the middle of some hanky-panky (as Peter’s Aunt May would call it). However, this is not the case for Peter and Angelica. Their primary concern was to prevent anyone from seeing them while changing from their ‘super hero’ costumes back into their ‘regular’ clothes.

Once fully dressed in their street clothes, Peter scaled down the side of the building on a webline with Angelica clinging to his shoulders, using his ‘Spider-Sense’ to make sure that no one would see them coming down from the roof. The two strolled through the shopping complex, hoping to calm Peter down from his little ‘mishap’ earlier that evening. After peering through several stores and side shops, the two friends headed over towards the Chili’s restaurant in that complex for dinner. While 20 dollars for a two person meal was not the cheapest option in the world (dollar menu for the win :sun), Peter and Angelica do not have many opportunities for hanging out and having a nice meal was worth the price.

After they had been seated at a booth and had been served a half order of Texas Cheese Fries, Angelica hesitantly brought what had happened earlier back up.

“So, who’s this ‘Shocker’ guy?” Angelica asked Peter, keeping her voice down so that the other costumers could not understand what they were saying.

Peter just rolled his eyes. “Some mercenary with a worse sense of humor than me, and that’s saying something! He only beat me once because I was under the weather and I bruised my arm. My arm wasn’t quite broken, but it still impeded my effectiveness. Then after a couple good night sleeps, I was as healthy as a horse and easily showed him who’s boss. The better question is how in the world did he get out of prison?”

Angelica just shrugged her shoulders at Peter’s last question, not knowing the answer. The two friends continued making some small talk about their coming Junior year in high school (Midtown High for Peter and Xavier Institute of Higher Learning for Angelica), eating their appetizer as they waited for their meals.

On one of the television sets in the bar area of the restaurant, appeared the image of J. Jonah Jameson, the editor-in-chief and publisher of the Daily Bugle. When Peter saw the face of the man who was waging a one-man slander war against Spider-Man, Peter knew what was going to be coming up next.

“I believe that Spider-Man’s recent actions have proven that he is a menace to society! Physically assaulting a man in plain sight! What has this world come to?”

One of the news anchors asked “triple-J” whether the fact that the man, who was assaulted by Spider-Man, was a criminal changed the opinion of the owner of Daily Bugle.

“Of course not!” Jameson retorted, “Today we are lucky that he brutalized a criminal. But what about tomorrow? What will prevent him from attacking some little old lady? He has to be stopped and I plan on spearheading his downfall!”

After Peter and Angelica had finished eating their meals and paying the bill, the two headed out from the restaurant, about ready to head their separate ways.

“Don’t listen to that hot-head.” Angelica told Peter, mentioning the poison that Jameson had just spewed over the national television.

“Don’t worry about me. If I can’t endure some baseless slander, I probably should throw in the towel now.” Peter smiled at his friend. After this, there was a moment of awkward silence, neither knowing what more to say to the other. Finally, Angelica was the one who broke this silence.

“Peter, just remember that your friends are all around you. You don’t need to heal from those recent tragedies alone.” Angelica wrapped her arms around Peter, encompassing him in an embrace. “We all still love you, Pete. Never forget that.”

There was again another pause, another moment of silence. Angelica seemed to look like she wanted to say something else, something more to her heart-hurt friend. However, she obviously decided against it, as with this silence, they parted ways, heading back to their respective homes.