“You’re an amazing guy, anyone; even Spider-Man would be lucky enough to get to talk to you.” Lexi said softly under her breath as she looked at the menu, not really wanting to draw attention to her flattering comment. [i]Come on Lex get yourself together geeze!![/i] She mentally lectured herself, hating the feeling of leading Peter into thinking any feelings other than friendship could be one hundred percent dedicated to him. Because in her heart of hearts she knew that wasn’t true.

Pushing him lightly with her elbow she laughed along with him about ‘Peter Parker’ and ‘Popular’, he had a point; it was never something the two of them saw in the near future, him being popular in one form or another. But that didn’t stop her from being his friend and it didn’t stop him from being hers. They had a friendship, a bond that couldn’t be broken and out of all the secrets she had kept from him, the only one that she has chosen to have remain a secret was her feelings for Spider-Man. It just seemed like something he wouldn’t want to hear, especially how much he ran across the guy. He had given lectures to her past boyfriends about threating her right and the last thing she needed was for him to go toe to toe with a superhero.

The table nearby echoed with the talk of Spider-Man as well and Lexi’s head turned slightly from the menu to get a listen. Though… she probably shouldn’t have; the raven haired girl turned in her seat, facing the man and woman chatting away and insulting the superhero. Her mom, bless her heart, saw the move and reached over to grab Lexi’s attention before it was too late… “Lexi…” She said cautiously but it was too late, the girl was off.

“You seem to think that when or even if he dies, that everything will go crazy; that everything that Spider-Man had worked to stop will be gone in a flash but you’re wrong.” She said sharply to the man, “If he dies, he has left us with a true representation of what justice is; now it would be our turn as the people of this city to uphold the law when he’s gone. Stopping the wrongs before they can happen, help prevent the rise of terror, fight together to stop even petty things like robberies and muggings. He is not some cocky man in pajamas; he’s a leader and a representative of how we all should be. Honorable and on the look out to protect others; if that’s the definition of a cocky man in pajamas, well sir you need to take a page out of his book.”

With a small huff she turned back around in her seat and picked up her knife and fork, just in time to notice that her whole table was staring at her. Aunt May’s mouth was dropped open, her dad was rubbing his forehead and her mom was shaking her head; when her eyes got to Peter she found herself looking at his fork instead. “Did you get a defective fork?” She asked joking, doing her best to change the subject, since she just seemed to throw the entire table for a loop. Hopefully breakfast didn’t last too long….