A/N: Was I the only one devastated by the fact that Peter and MJ were suddenly just unmarried? So what did I do? I wrote fan fiction of course.
I kept my fingers intertwined with Peters. "Tell me you love me." I whispered, running my free hand through his thick hair. "Tell me you have always loved me." He nodded with eyes bright in the dark space. "Always MJ, always." He murmered. I smiled as he kissed the tears from my own cool cheek. "Are you sure about this?" I felt him nod. "If it means saving Aunt May." My heart stung. Our marriage, erased and completely gone from history all because of a gunshot. One impetuous shot had started a chain reaction bigger than any of us could have imagined. I pulled away from Peter even though it physically hurt me. Every second had to count. We were giving up so much. "No one's going to remember Spider-man is Peter Park." He said randomly. The pain weighed so heavily on my chest that I could barely squeeze words out. "And no one will remember us." Peter nodded. "MJ." His fingers left mine lonely as he knotted his fingers in my flaming hair. "I'm going to miss you so much." I sobbed. Before he could answer the air shifted as if it had become static charged. Peter tensed and pulled me closer. I tucked my head into his chest. The air sparked and began to almost pull apart. I clung to Peter though I could feel time ripping us away from each other. I felt our bodies separate and an emptiness begin to climb up me. I grasped Peter's fingers with everything in me. Only five fingers holding us together. I wanted to scream, tell him how much I loved him. I couldn't breathe though. The air was being sucked away from us like the light. Was this what it would be like to be blind? Eyes wide opened yet completely unseeing? Peter literally began to slip from my fingers. No. No. No. No. Then he was gone. It was like I was falling through nothing, almost not existing. Images of Peter flashed through my head. Our wedding. Our future child. The way he smiled as he pulled off his mask. They all spiraled down the drain, fading from reality to something reminiscent of a dream. As it crescendo to a climax, everything went black.
Peter Parker yawned and stretched his arms over his head. His hand brushed the other side of the bed, marveling for a second at how cold it was. Why would it be cold? As soon as the feeling came it passed though. Of course the bed would be cold without anyone sleeping on it. Peter Parker was a single bachelor.