(A.N. So, hey there people! I don't know how many of you have read my others stories, but if you have, I have put them off a little. Just to let y'all know. So anyway, this story is a Peter/Max [DON'T KILL ME! D:] because I wanted something new. :3)

Max POV:

They say that in the sky, all the worries in the world are lost. Gone. Completely and totally non-existent. They say that birds can fly because they have no burdens.

Screw them.

I say that in the sky, you have time to think about all the worries. And those worries are more clear then on the earth.

I say birds can fly because the have wings and hollow bones.

My name is Maximum Ride. Right now, my flock and I are flying -yes, flying- to New York to search for information on our parents. My flock is basically my family. Not by blood, but we kind of adopted each other.

Fang, my right wing man, is also the strong silent type. With his longish black hair, deep and dark, brooding black eyes, he gives of a permanent "bad-ass emo" aura. Not that I like him or anything... Fang also has the most annoying ability that allows him to turn invisible on command.*

Iggy is my blind pyromaniac chef. My most reliable security guard due to his sharply enhanced hearing and smelling. Iggy also has this strange... thing going on with his fingers. They can sense any color, so he can't see, but knows the color of the object he is touching. Strange, right? Iggy also has an obsession over anything that can explode. He just loves to build bombs out of my alarm clocks...

Nudge, my little chatterbox, can make anyone's ears bleed after five minutes of her relentless chattering. She can also hack into about anything in record time, which is pretty handy when we need information about Itex.

Gazzy -don't ask- is Iggy's partner in crime. He may seem sweet and innocent, but when he gives you that little over-innocent look, you know he's planning to blow up your closet. Or release a stink-bomb in your room.

Angel and Gazzy or the only to blood-related siblings out of the six. Those two share the same golden hair, and giant, penetrating blue eyes. Angel probably got the genetic jack-pot, what with her ability to read, project images into, and control minds, plus breathe underwater.

We are one of the only successful recombinant DNA experiments. The others, the Erasers, are the guards for the School. They are lupine-human hybrids, and they did all the dirty work, such as dump the dead bodies and hunt innocent bird children. Right now, those devilish mutts were probably tracing our every move, waiting for us to land.

But I am the Maximum Ride. I am the strong leader, who can't be too paranoid about those things. I'm probably just over-thinking this completely.

Right?

Peter POV:

Today has probably been one of the most boring patrol days in my history of patrol days. I only ran into one car thief, two muggers, and half of a cat burglar. That guy brought shame to cat burglars everywhere. He ran away screaming at his own reflection, and I hadn't even crawled in the window yet!

Well, Peter, today is probably the first calm day, so you should head home to Aunt May. I thought to myself.

I shot out my web line to the building across the street and got ready to swing, when suddenly the line went limp. I looked to where I shot, only to see six birds. Two of which, holding a third bird that had white stuff all over its' wings and... Arms? Now that I look closer, I saw the all of them were humans with wings. I felt my jaw fall open. So I smacked myself.

"No, Spider-Man," I whispered, "you've seen weirder." So, naturally my curiosity got the best of me.

I jumped out and shot out a web-line to a rooftop three or so buildings away from the bird people. Silently as a spider, I crawled over to the building they were hovering near.

"Ugh, gross, what is this stuff?" I heard a feminine voice say. Oops. I hate making girls upset.

"Don't know, Max" So. Max, what a surprisingly wonderful name for a girl.

"Shh. Guys, stop talking. I hear someone thinking by the building." Heard me thinking? Shit. Never met someone who reads minds before...

While I was mulling things over in my head, I failed to notice the six kids go up and over my head, landing behind me.

"Hey, Spandex-Man." the girl named Max called out.

I cringed, wondering when the went behind me without my Spider Sense ringing off.

Maybe they're not dangerous? I thought.

While I was off in my own world, again, that Max girl waved her hand in front of my face.

"Heeeellllooooo! Spandex-Man! Can you talk?" She practically yelled.

"Spandex-Man? I take offense in that! Y'know, there is a spider on my chest for a reason." I whined, crossing my arms and throwing my hips to the side for effect.

"So. What should I call you? Spider-Man?" She laughed.

"Yup."

"You've got to be shitting me."

"Nope."

"You sound like Fang."

"Should I take offense in that, too?" I asked while sticking out my bottom lip. Darn, I always forget people can't see through my mask...

"Nope." Max replied.

"So. You're Max. I'm guessing that emo dude over there is Fang? Just a random guess." I asked.

"Good guess." I fist bumped the air. Woo! First guess!

"ZOMG! You have like, the biggest biceps I've ever seen! And your abs... So defined! You're so ripped... I'm Nudge! I've hear about you on the newspapers. They say you're a menace. Are you? You don't seen that bad. And you're so photogenic! Can I see if you look as cute under the mask as you do... Well, everywhere else? Max, don't you think he's total eye-candy? Ooh, candy seems good right now... Max, can I have some candy? I really want some. OMG, is that a burrito stand? Burrito's are Mexican. Max, aren't you part Mexican? I think I'm part Afrsfsigb..." the tallest pale guy with strawberry blonde hair covered her mouth with one hand.

"Nudge! My ears! They BLEED!" he cried dramatically.

I, myself, was trying to process everything she said. "Well, uh, thanks? And I'm not a menace, J. J. Jameson just looooves to make me look bad. And thanks again... And no, I have a mask so no one can know what I look like. Max, please don't answer that question. I don't wanna know. Is that all?"

Maxes eyes glazed over for a second as if she, too, was trying to process what this Nudge character said. Then she looked at me up and down. Slowly. I backed away under her gaze. Then she grabbed my hand and yanked me forward with surprising strength.

"Dude! Don't fall off the edge! I need questions answered before you die." Max yelled. And I just chuckled.

Max POV

My flock and I were happily flying, minding our own freaking business, when suddenly this slimy, sticky, white stuff shot out of nowhere and hit my right wing, which knocked me off course and stuck my wings together.

Fang and Iggy shot underneath me and steadied so I could work on getting the white stuff off. If I'm not mistaken, it looks like spider webs...

"Ugh, what is this stuff?" I moaned.

"Don't know Max." Fang shrugged. Or he tried.

"Shh. Guys, stop talking. I hear someone thinking by the building." Angel whispered, looked at the building closest to us. Fang and Iggy shot up, with me on them of course, and landed being this guy in a skin-tight red and blue suit. It had black web designs on it, and covered his entire body.

"Hey, Spandex-Man," I called.

He cringed before turning around stiffly, before his slightly tilted to the side, as if he was in deep thought. Or being controlled. But, he didn't say anything.

"Heeeellllooooo! Spandex-Man! Can you talk?" I called louder.

"Spandex-Man? I take offense in that! Y'know, there is a spider on my chest for a reason." He whined, crossing his arms and throwing his hips to the side like a drama queen. Or like he's gay. But for some reason, I hoped, like, really really hoped he's straight.

"So. What should I call you? Spider-Man?" I laughed, trying to not think about him being straight or not.

"Yup."

"You've got to be shitting me."

"Nope."

"You sound like Fang."

"Should I take offense in that, too?" he asked. I heard Angel giggle almost silently behind me.

What is it, Ange? I thought.

He has funny thoughts.

Okay?

"Nope." I replied, cutting off the mental link.

"So. You're Max. I'm guessing that emo dude over there is Fang? Just a random guess." Spider-Man asked.

"Good guess." He fist bumped the air, and I could hardly stifle my giggle. Then I froze. Maximum Ride does not giggle! I mentally scolded myself.

"ZOMG! You have like, the biggest biceps I've ever seen! And your abs... So defined! You're so ripped... I'm Nudge! I've hear about you on the newspapers. They say you're a menace. Are you? You don't seen that bad. And you're so photogenic! Can I see if you look as cute under the mask as you do... Well, everywhere else? Max, don't you think he's total eye-candy? Ooh, candy seems good right now... Max, can I have some candy? I really want some. OMG, is that a burrito stand? Burrito's are Mexican. Max, aren't you part Mexican? I think I'm part Afrsfsigb..." Iggy slapped his hand over her mouth.

"Nudge! My ears! They BLEED!" he cried dramatically.

Spider-Man froze and stuttered while replying, "Well, uh, thanks? And I'm not a menace, J. J. Jameson just looooves to make me look bad. And thanks again... And no, I have a mask so no one can know what I look like. Max, please don't answer that question. I don't wanna know. Is that all?"

Nudge made me actually pause and think. No not about candy or burritos or me being part Mexican. Spider-Man was pretty ripped, and total eye-candy... No! Bad Max! What the Hell am I thinking? Unfortunately, my eyes seemed to have a mind of their own. They traveled up and down Spidey's body. I only snapped out of the daze when I saw him backing up. And he was about to walk off the edge of the roof. So I leaped forward and grabbed his hand, yanking away from the edge.

"Dude! Don't fall off the edge! I need question answered before you die." I yelled.

No Max, don't feel sad about him dying... He isn't even dead... And you don't even know him! I felt like brutally murdering my subconscious for giving me my headache.

Max, don't beat yourself up about it. You're a teen with "raging hormones," as Fang put it. Angel told me.

Wait, why did Fang even think that? I yelled in my head.

I think he likes you. Like, like like you.

Oh. Awkward.

I barely registered Spider-Man chuckle. But when I understand what he did, I glared. He didn't even flinch.

"You take death that lightly, bug-boy?" I growled.

"Woah, birdie, hold you horses. I wouldn't die that easily. I fell off a building taller that this and only got a few bruises and a stiff back. Plus, I probably woulda just crawled back up the wall." he chuckled again. I couldn't help but notice how cute and comforting that chuckle was... Ugh! Bad. Max!

"Crawl up the wall? Really? Prove it." I sneered. All he did was chuckle again (ugh, stupid hormones) and he jumped off the roof, but not before doing a elegant flip and half turn. I barely heard a thunk noise of the side of the building, a peered down to see none other then Spider-Man, peering straight back at me through those one-way mirrored eyes. That's not what surprised me. What surprised me was that he hadn't lied. He was stuck to the side of the building by nothing but his fingers and toes.

I guess my shock must have shown cause he started chuckling and shaking his head muttering, "Told ya so..."

He leaped up and pulled himself onto the edge of the roof with on hand. He crouched on the edge, looking so much like a spider that I had to snicker. Spidey cocked his head and looked at me.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Gonna ask me those questions now?" Shit. I forgot about the questions.

I blushed. "Did you ever go to a place called the School?"

Confusion was evident on his mask. I could see the mask bunch up where his eye brows scrunched together in confusion.

"Yeah? I go to school Monday though Friday... Why?"

I sighed. "Not school. The School. A lab. That tests on kids. Isn't that why you're part spider?"

He cocked his head again(damn, he reminds me of a puppy...). "No. I was bitten."

I chuckled. "Seriously?"

"Yeah. Pretty weird huh? One second I'm P- Urm, I mean, one second I'm a nerd, the next I'm crawling on walls."

I chuckled. And watched him as suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Can I ask how you, you got you're wings?" At least Spidey had the decency to seem uncomfortable, because he remember what I said about the School.

I opened my mouth to reply when suddenly a loud siren sounded off in the distance. Spider-Man's head jerked to the side and he shot a web out of his wrist. I recognized that.

"You're the one that clogged my wings?" I half yelled.

"Um... I didn't see you and I was trying to swing away... Later!"

"Don't tell anyone about us!" I called as he swung away.

He made a thumbs up with his free hand before he was out of sight.

Gazzy came up to me. "We're following him, right? I wanna see him fight! I hear he's famous for fighting the Lizard! Well, I giant mutant lizard."

I nodded my head. "Yeah, we're following him."

(A.N. So, chapter one done! Review please? I'd love it if y'all did. :3 And I will NOT change my mind about Peter/Max. So, hate it and leave or deal with it, or love it and review! And I don't like M rated stuff, so no sex and only a few occasional swear words. If you sneezed during this story, bless you. Peace off. :3)