A/n- just before I begin, I am aware Mary Jane was pregnant in the comics, which I didn't read; this is based on the movie and not the comics. I do not mean to infringe on any copyright by Marvel or anyone else. Enjoy!
Normal POV"Hey, MJ," Peter Parker quickened his pace to meet Mary Jane's speed, "What do you say to a little walk in the park?"
Mary Jane laughed and accepted. "It would be lovely."
It was a beautiful autumn day, nearly a year after what had happened with Harry. Though they still mourned, they had learned to accept change for what it was, even for worse.
Peter walked over to the corn dog stand and bought two. He handed on to Mary Jane and sat on a bench. A flock of birds passed overhead and a squirrel grabbed a nut and retreated to his tree. Mary Jane took a bite out of her corn dog and chewed.
"Perfect," she sighed and observed the clouds.
"Hmm?"
"Oh, no, it's just…the day is perfect."
He gave her an understanding nod and continued to chew. Central Park was full to bursting with the people of New York.
"So, what do you want to do today?" she asked.
"Well…we're in New York…" his voice drifted off.
"In New York and can't find a single thing to do?"
He opened his mouth to say something but closed it. Mary Jane laughed.
"Come on Spiderman, think of something."
Peter shrugged.
"Okay, we could tell each other about our days," she said, "I have auditions for a play tomorrow."
Peter wasn't listening; he stared off into the clouds.
"Do you ever listen?"
Still no answer.
"I'm going back to the apartment."
She waited for a response and walked off.
A few hours later, as the sun was setting, the park had cleared out and Peter had fallen asleep on the grass. Mary Jane, be the worrisome person she was, went out to look for him. She approached him quietly and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Peter?"
"Mhfm," he mumbled.
"Wake up."
Peter, now fully awake, sat up and spoke, "What time is it?"
"Eight, you were asleep for three hours." Peter was a little shocked but it wore off.
"Come on, follow me," Peter spun a web on the tree and laid on it. Mary Jane managed to come up too.
"Will someone see you?" Mary Jane was concerned.
"I doubt it."
"So…what do you want to do?" Mary Jane removed her coat. This gave her an idea.
He shrugged and noticed her taking off her belt. "MJ, I don't know if now's the best time for that."
"Oh come on. We haven't done anything romantic for a while."
He was about to protest, but was interrupted with a passionate kiss.
"MJ…"
"Shh, someone might hear us."
"I…"
She put her finger to his lips and removed her shirt, revealing her undershirt. Her eyes flashed with lust and she unzipped his pants. Their lips never stopped kissing and she took off her undershirt and bra. He removed his shirt and threw it off to the side.
A few minutes later, they were both nude on the web. It felt so strange for Mary Jane to be nude on a web in the open, where, if anyone wanted to, they could observe the whole thing. She was so rapped up that she didn't care. He pushed gently, never trying to hurt her, into her. She moaned with pleasure as he pulled out, then in, then out, in and out until they were at the climax.
A few minutes later it was all over with, and they were dressing quickly and running back to Peter's apartment, in fear someone had seen them. Mary Jane had moved out of her apartment, and into Peter's, which wasn't much better. They both were exhausted because of the day's events, and went directly to bed.
Mary Jane snuggled up close to Peter who squeezed her hand. She fell into a deep, deep sleep.
The next day, Mary Jane set out for her audition. Even though her reviews hadn't been very good for her plays before, she wasn't ready to give up her dream. In the past months prior to this audition, she had taken a series of vocal classes, and workshops, which, she had hoped, would help her voice. They play was called A Life in Commitment. The rough description she had been given was "Lady forced into marriage, lady wants out of marriage, lady abused by husband, lady escapes and lives on her own."
She arrived at the theater ten minutes early and had to wait outside. She studied the lines and music she had, and did her makeup. After eight nervous minutes, she was called in and sat down. The girl in front didn't look as though she posed much of a threat and she tried to forget fear, but the bad reviews still wormed their way into her head. "Her voice hardly carried past the third row" She had worked on loudening her voice and she was sure she was ready.
"Mary Jane Watson?"
She waved and started over toward the stage.
"Hello Ms. Watson," a short cubby man introduced himself, "I am Charles Warren, casting director here. I understand you're auditioning for the lead role of Greta?"
She nodded and reached out to shake his hand.
"Ms. Watson, would you please sing verse one of Understanding, scene 5, act 2?"
She took out her music and sang. When she finished, they mostly empty auditorium filled with applause for her. Mary Jane loved how it felt to have all those people cheering for you.
Charles came over and whispered in her ear, "I think we know who'll get the part." He winked and she walked off stage toward home. So her voice had improved! She felt wonderful, light as a bird. Mary Jane skipped home to tell Peter the news