I hid myself for a long time. I was watching a woman I care about fall in love with someone she didn’t even know. It was time to tell her. After saving her from someone trying to steal her purse, she looked at me and said “I don’t know what I’d do without you Spider-Man.” It was dark, but a streetlight illuminated her beauty. Her long blonde hair and her shiny purple dress, when I gave back her purse I saw a ring on her finger. Could it be? Was she engaged to Harry? I took her hand and and pointed to the diamond studded ring on her left hand. “Oh,” she said, “I just got engaged to this boy, Harry. I was just coming home to tell my parents!” It was true. My heart fell to my stomach. I was happy for Harry and MJ but envy just took over me. “He’s great. He takes care of me, keeps me safe, but not as much as you.” I heart stopped. She was talking about me! Little does she know I’m just a faux photographer who watches her from a distance, envious of my best friend being with my dream girl. “If only I could see who’s under that mask.” Before she was able to lift up my mask, without thinking I frantically remove it myself. “Hi MJ,” I say awkwardly. Mary Jane’s smile turned into shock. Her fiancée’s doofus friend was behind all this? “Peter,” she says quietly. She puts her hand down, and walks away from me, sitting down on the edge of the dirty New York City sidewalk. I put my mask back on, afraid of paparazzi potentially seeing my face. I sat down next to her, not saying a word. “Harry’s going to freak out when he learns you’re Spider-Man.” When? I thought. Is Mary Jane going to tell Harry I’m Spider-Man? I shouldn’t have done anything. While Harry and I are friends, Spider-Man and Harry don’t see eye-to-eye. Maybe it’s because I’m always saving Mary Jane, maybe it’s because I’m always in the news. Harry just sees me as his best friend, and I want it to stay that way. “You’re not going to tell Harry, are you?” I ask. “I…I don’t know.” Mary Jane buried her face in her hands.