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Well I was excited and then disappointed.

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TASM2 & DEFINITIONS –– the apple dictionary

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Peter Parker and the Scarlet Lady

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"Sorry you had to cut this" Peter apologized, looking over his shoulder. The amount of work Olive put into making his suit, all for it do be ruined by a single swipe. "I’ll try to be more careful next time, promise."

When she got to disinfecting his wounds, Peter grit his teeth and grabbed a fistful of her bedspread in each hand. The stinging sensation seemed to radiate through his entire body, like being electrocuted. He wouldn’t have even know Olive was sitting on his butt if it weren’t for the warmth he could feel coming off her body. She felt lighter then a feather to his super enhanced self.

"Peter…" It felt weird saying his own name, as if he where talking about someone else. "I think I uh, saw him when I fought with the Lizard. Tall guy, brown hair with a camera?". Trying to describe himself was messing with his head and he was suddenly very paranoid that Olive would somehow discover his secret if he kept talking about himself.

"That’s very kind of you" he said quietly through his mask. "I’ll keep an eye out for the guy… Chuck a few poses for him" he chuckled.

Thinking about it, it was actually a very good idea. Spidey pictures sold for a lot at News Firms and no one could get a better camera angle then Spider-Man himself.

Feeling the stinging finally fade, he looked over his shoulder again, his reflective yellow lenses trained on Olive.

"All fixed up Nurse Olive?" He asked, his smile underneath his mask evident.

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"I wouldn’t say kind, he was the only person who didn’t…..look at me the way the other students do"Olive nibbled her bottom lip as she placed more ointment on the rest of his wounds. Peter Parker was a boy she never talked to and it was obvious he had heard all the rumors. Everyone knew about what Olive was doing. Well thought they knew. So, to say the least, it warmed Olive.

"Be more careful? You?" she reiterated and then scoffed.Placing the last sealing gauze on his back. "That is like asking Joan Rivers to make a different facial expression," she then rolled off his butt. "Impossible." she finished,standing off the bed. "I think I did a good job, you should be good"Olive said looking over his back, she walked to her closet and pulled out the first Spider-man costume she made. It was well put together but, not nearly as durable as the one that had just ripped.

"Here, you can change in the bathroom, so I don’t see whoever is under there" she teased poking a finger at him. She couldn’t lie, she was very curious. This masked man and her had become quite close, he even knew where she live. Olive however, knew nothing. Not a damn thing, other than his alias and his voice. She handed him the costume. "If you rip this one before three days it is going to be back to your sunglases and ski mask combo."Olive threatened, sitting down on the bed and collecting the ripped costume, inspecting pieces to see what was salvageable.

In the back of her mind, she was still extremely worried about Peter, Spidey said he saw him but, she didn’t see him. “So….” she called to Spider-man before gathering all the pieces in her lap. Olive stood up and simply threw them on her desk. That was a task for the weekend. Sitting at her desk, she opened her laptop, doing research on some fabrics would be a good idea. “What do you think this Lizard is?” she asked “All you weird powered people just showing up, its kind of getting out of hand.”

"Couldn’t pick something nice, like a kitten?" she chuckled