The climax of euphoria embraced Peter and MJ as they were in his apartment sitting on an aged brown couch. The birds sang a low pitched cheerful song outside the window. There were no crimes happening as MJ and he seemed to be locked into a staring contest of love. The moment is perfect. He thought this moment would last forever as the noon sun sent slices of light into his apartment. Their hands stroke one another's hair with care. All of a sudden he noticed something in the corner of his room...a unicorn? The white as paper beast bent a knee and rose. Its golden horn, like a cone dipped in glitter, hit the ceiling of their apartment.
Peter asked MJ, "Why is there a unicorn in our room?"
Mary-Jane replied, "Oh, Peter. The unicorn is a symbol of our love, silly!" She patted him on the shoulder as she laughed and sat back.
Peter looked over at her and raised an eye. "But? There are no unicorns. Did the university make it? Maybe some genetic experiment?" His mind whirled started swirling. "I don't feel so good MJ. I feel like, I'm waking up, but I thought I am awake?"
A wind rushed into the apartment whipping the blinds at the unicorn as it vanished from view and lights dimmed.
Mary-Jane looked intensely into Peter's beautiful, blue eyes. "Don't go, Peter," she said, her voice fading after the unicorn while looking at him with tears in her eyes. "Don't leave me all alone here with Bessy the unicorn. . .
Peter's eyes noticed the room moving around him like a 360 rollercoaster ride and he fell. The darkens lasted a few seconds as beeping filled his ears on his left and right. When he fell his eyes opened to a blurry, white room smelling of cleaning chemicals and dank putrid smell. It was not his room. He felt the scratchy white covers on his finger tips.
Where am I?
Mary-Jane was sound asleep in a chair next to Peter's bed. She was leaning on her arm, which was extended onto the bed where Peter's was and was holding onto his hand. Wires cover head to toe all over his body of many colors into the two towering machines on his left and right.
Peter looked at her and with a scratchy throat tried to speak. "M-aa-ry Jane." He noticed the Iv's and confirmed his suspicion. But why was he there? He felt his head in the back, there was no lump, his hair was rather matted.
His eyes drifted upward around the room. It was not a nice noon day, but rather a dark night. The winds voice did not raise a whisper outside the window.
Mary-Jane slowly woke up and was looking around half-asleep. "What a weird dream..." she mumbled to herself. Then she looked at Peter and realized he was awake. "Peter!" she shouted with excitement. "Oh my goodness, you're awake!" She leaned over the hospital bed and hugged him, but making sure to not disturb the hoard of IVs and other chords looping in and around his delicate-looking body.
It felt good feeling her soft arms around him. As real as the dream was it could never replace the living Mary Jane Watson.
He looked up into her eyes as tears came down. "What...happened? What's wrong? I thought we were ..."
What are you talking about, sweetheart? You were in a coma for 6 months. It all happened so fast... I thought you were..." She stood back and wiped the tears that came down her cheeks. She started sobbing, then regained herself and wiped the tears that had fallen from her eyes.
Peter smiled. "I missed you. Coma? I don't get it."
Mary-Jane smiled and blushed at Peter. "I missed you, too. Well, we're not sure what exactly caused your coma, but the doctors think you were too exhausted from overdoing it."
"I thought I had defeated Ock, you went home with John and came back for me? Did that not happen?"
Mary-Jane looked at Peter with a confused look on her face. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Peter. Anyways, I hope you don't mind, but I need to go home and get some sleep. I've been here the whole time for you, and now that you're awake, I need to rest. I'm so glad you're awake, Peter!" She gave him a big hug one more time before she stepped gracefully out of the hospital room.
Peter Looked over a bit sad. "...not sure? What did happen? Oh well." Peter turned over to look outside his window, then down the hall at the nurses, being as bored as ever, he started to drift off to sleep.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a lone metal tentacle popped around the corner of the door to Peter's room. The black object reflected the moons light giving a silver edge The red glowing eye looked through the window. It squinted and disappeared as the black object snapped shut and opened again. It stared then moved around like a snake then retracted from the window's position. Instantly, there was a huge crash, the window and most of the wall lay on the floor. With the devastation an extremely large and looming figure stood in the cloud of dust with wiggling tentacles on his back. The light from the moon traces bars of color on the invader and his attire. "Hello, arachnid" he said; his voice boomed with an anger.
Peter raised his brows. "Arachnid?" He wondered what did happen in the past months.
"I thought that I stopped the machine after the demonstration and we were all ok."
Ock glared at Peter intently with cold, steel-gray eyes. "How dare you..." he started off. "How dare You say that!" The monstrous madman- Doctor Octopus charged at Peter's bed and slammed his tentacles into the sides of the bed. The tentacles crack the floor next to the machines.
Fear draped Peter's face. "I don't remember much. What happen? I thought your presentation happened and the machine-and you stopped it later on."
Confusion and curiosity covered Octavius's face. "I don't understand what you are raving about! Do you not remember your identity?" He asked.
Peter swallowed hard, "Peter Parker?" I don't remember how he knows my name. " I thought that you shut the machine down and drowned. I'm glad you are alive." His heart rapidly beats so sure the tentacles could sense it. The machines screens relay the emotion as colorful jagged lines like mountains moved in succeeding flow from left to right.
"Peter Parker..." Ock stood up straight and composed himself. Oh, this is very interesting indeed... The tentacles sensed Peter's fear and poised themselves ready to strike over his trembling body. "Well, then... it's good to see you, too, Peter," Ock said with a sinister tone in his voice and a crooked smile. "I'm glad to see you don't remember anything about the little accident that happened to me and my wife... but that's another story. Until then, I will come visit you later." After he spoke, Ock put his trenchcoat on over his arms and walked casually out of the wrecked hospital room the same way he came in. Male and female nondescript nurses rushed into the room to see what the commotion was all about, missing his visit and stumbled upon the damage.
Parker's heart started to slow back to normal and watched his former idol go. He sighed.