"Crash"
Author's note: I do not own any of the Spider-Man characters especially Mary Jane, Peter Parker, but I do own Jason Harper. :).
Mary Jane Watson drove down Fifth Avenue hurriedly, as she was already late for her date with her best friend, Peter Parker. "Don't change red." She muttered. "Please don't change red." She raced through the light, and quickly glanced over at the parallel street.
Jason Harper was sixteen, and was drunk. He had been out partying with his guy friends all last night, and had not gotten home till' the wee hours. He had just received his driver's license two moths ago, and to be perfectly honest was not so good at driving. He came down Sixth Avenue, and made a swift turn. The car swerved, and made it into the next street, and then he spun the steering wheel, and began to turn onto Fifth. Jason began to feel a little woozy as the alcohol began to fully take affect. Then with a gurgling sound, he passed out. He slumped over the wheel, as the vehicle shot down Fifth.
Time seemed to slow to a crawl, as MJ watched the Mercedes careen out of control, and collide with her car. MJ shielded her face before the impact, and shrunk back against the seat. The two cars slammed into one another with the force of dynamite. MJ's Honda flipped onto the hood, as the windows, windshield, and the sunroof shattered. MJ was screaming hysterically, tears streaming down her bruised, and bloodied face. Jason Harper's Mercedes flipped onto its side, throwing Jason out the broken windshield. He was not wearing a seatbelt. The world around MJ faded away.
Mary Jane's eyes fluttered open, and she blinked. The car was propped against a building, and MJ's door was completely ripped off its hinges. Her arm was dangling limply out of where the door once was, and her other hand was clutching the torn remnants of the seatbelt. She twisted her head around, and gasped. The backseat was torn off, and the remaining part of it was ablaze. Through the dancing flames, she saw the backseat lying on the adjacent sidewalk. "Help!" MJ shrieked weakly.
Jason Harper lay on the sidewalk, his car in flames, and on the verge of exploding. Blood was gushing from his mouth, and he knew he was going to die. He lifted his head slightly, and saw the car he crashed into leaning against a building. He heard a girl crying for help, and he was overwhelmed with guilt. He wished last night had never happened. He wished he'd never drunk those many bottles of beer. If he hadn't, he'd have never hit that poor girl. Jason felt the life ebbing away from his body, and he laid his head back down on the cement. Jason Harper died from blood loss, and shock.
Tears flowed down MJ's face as she sat trapped in the fiery car. "Help!" she sobbed. The flames had spread onto the roof, and the car was about to be fully engulfed. "Help, help, help, help, help!" she repeated dazed. "I'm coming Mary Jane!" a voice called. MJ didn't hear it as the flames closed around her. "Oh god!" Mary Jane shrieked. "MJ!" MJ looked up, and saw Peter Parker reaching for her, shouting her name.
"Please, help me!" MJ screamed. Peter climbed atop the car, and eased himself inside. "I'm coming!" MJ was sobbing hysterically, writhing away from the fire. He unbuckled the seatbelt, and tried to drag her out through the windshield. He succeeded, and he cradled her in his arms. She sobbed into his shoulder, just as the car exploded. Peter shielded MJ's head as debris rained down onto them. "Peter." Mary Jane cried. He held her tightly, as he watched the scene of a crash.