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Spider-Man	Forest Hills is where Peter Parker grew up. He'd live there still, if his Aunt May hadn't made a forceful suggestion that it was time for him to strike out on his own. Oh, Peter loved his Aunt May, looked after her, and even with him now living in the big city, in Manhattan, he still came out often. But it was rarer that he came back to just, hang out. And today, he had brought Betsy. He was dressed in his civilian attire, a nice horizontally striped jumper, alternating grey and navy blue, with some logo on the left breast. It was a rugby-like shirt that she had bought for him. Below that, blue jeans. He strode arm in arm with her, pointing out the sights, showing her where he grew up, where he came from, the place that made him the man he is today.
Psylocke	Being here was one of the best times Betsy'd had with Peter. He was sharing his history. His past. All the things that made him Peter. This neighborhood was where he had been raised, shaped into a good person who was so willing to give of himself for others. Her arm was linked around his as they walked down the steet. She had dressed down in blue jeans, a Manchester United shirt and a comfortable sweater thrown over the top but not buttoned. It wasn't cold but it certainly wasn't warm yet so easier to have that in between level of clothing. They had visited Aunt May earlier and chatted. She loved the woman and Aunt May seemed to return the feelings. At least she hoped so considering they would be family someday. Betsy leaned her head against Peter's shoulder as they strolled. "You didn't really crash into that mailbox on your bike, did you?" she asked with a laugh, thinking he had to be joking.
Spider-Man	"Oh yeah, I had a scar right up until I..." and his voice dropped to a whisper, "stopped having scars." His body healed injuries well. It kept him in tip top condition, and it even healed old scars. "It used to be on the outside of my left shin." He leaned his head against hers. She was a little taller than him, just barely. "Oh, and there's where Flash Thompson beat me up, and he gave me a wedgie over there, and there, oh, and did I mention he beat me up over there." He was pointing to places, making light of it, but it was absolutely true. Thing is, he didn't harbour any resentment. He had made his peace, even become good friends with Flash in later years. "That gas station used to be one of those old fashioned Malt Shops. They made the best milkshakes. Like you wouldn't believe. But I guess there's more money in gasoline than in burgers and fries."
Psylocke	"I've heard the money is actually from the stuff inside the petrol station," Betsy says as she glances to the one in question. "The petrol sales are really a minor fraction and, sometimes, there is no profit from it at all." It's a little crazy but as many people as used them, maybe not so strange. She does focus on the Flash Thompson bit and looks to Peter. "He beat you up that much? How did you two ever reconcile? I don't think I would've been so forgiving." They already knew he was the nicer member of their couple.
Spider-Man	"Really?" Peter, being a New Yorker, didn't know that. He had exceedingly limited experience with vehicles. He didn't own one. He didn't even have a licence. He had gotten one once, when he was younger, but he had let it lapse, since he never drove. His Aunt May still had Uncle Ben's car, but she rarely drove too. "Oh yeah, he had a lot of anger back in those days, and I was his favourite outlet. Hey, I know, I get it. I wore thick glasses, I was a straight A student... I even wore a sleeveless jumper to class and a dress shirt sometimes. I now know how tempting I must have been. I, through my other half, found out sometimes about him. I felt sorry for him. He's a good guy, he was just going through some things."
Psylocke	"You never cease to amaze me, Peter Parker," Betsy murmurs as she leans over to give him a quick peck on the cheek before they continue their stroll. "If I had been beaten up that much, I fear I would've turned around and gone after him once I had the ability to do so." Aggressive much. She never was the shy wallflower type, even before she was swapped with a Hand assassin. She had been an adventurer, always the adrenaline junkie. Thinking back, she was never a bully though. She hated bullies. "Instead you see the good in everyone, even when they are at their worst."
Spider-Man	Peter's eyes rose in interest, "Oh?" He asked. He thought he was just being a good guy. There was nothing amazing about him, well, except when he wore tights. That was when he became the Amazing Spider-Man. But Peter Parker, he was just your average guy, albeit with a higher than average I.Q. He blushed at the peck on his cheek. "Oh, when I first got them," meaning his powers, "I was... I did some things I'm not proud of. I didn't beat anyone up. Actually, well... I beat up a wrestler, for money, which I didn't even get. Not the full amount I was owed. But, you know that," he had shared the rest, how he let that guy slip away. He had the chance to stop it. And that very same thief had murdered his uncle Ben. He had been a good boy before, he got a little greedy, and he'd been burdened by that guilt ever since. He looked sad at the thought. He missed his uncle Ben so much. His thoughts, they were depressing. It was a touchy subject, made all the worse by her being a telepath. "People are good. You just have to give them the chance."
Psylocke	She was a telepath. That's how she knew that his statement was wrong. "Most people are. Not all," Betsy said automatically. She gave his arm a soft squeeze though, offering that support when he was feeling down because of that one memory. It haunted him often. He even had bad dreams some nights. She did what she could to help, trying to offer her emotional support through their link but not actually modifying things. If she took that sttep to change his thoughts, even during those dreams, she wasn't any better than the villains they fought. "I'd say a good 97 percent of people are actually good. There are a few out there that make you feel like you've been walking through raw sewage when you touch their minds."
Spider-Man	Of course she'd mention raw sewage. Peter's mind went there. A lot of his rogues favoured the sewers, especially the Lizard. He'd ruined more than one costume by crawling through New York's sewer system. It was surprisingly large and easy to navigate. Most sewers were like, really small, with few places a human could go. But New York had been built long ago, their sewers were old. It was roomy. "Yeah, I wouldn't know anything about that," he shuddered at his own thoughts. Nope, he was trying to think of something else, like the sight of Betsy when she forced him, twisting his rubber arm, to take her shopping.
Psylocke	Shaking her head, Betsy couldn't help but smile a little as he tried to distract his own thoughts. She turned and touched his cheek with her free hand, forcing him to look at her face. "I love you." It was just a little reminder, accompanied with the feelings themsleves through the mental rapport they shared. "Anytime you think about those negative things, I want you to remember that. Remember how my mind feels right now." Then she gave him another peck on the cheek and motioned to the road. "Now continue the grand tour. I want to know everything. Well, maybe not every single spot Flash Thompson beat you up. Or I might feel the urge to hurt him next time I see him."