Disclaimer: I do not own Spiderman/Peter Parker or any part of this 'MARVEL' legacy, although i do wish i owned Harry Osborn, i own nothing, except the scripting and the computer to type this on...

Peter Parker sat back and admired his work. It had been a day long in the making, between finishing up high school, working, and trying to save New York City, but after three long months of laborious sewing, Peter had finally finished his sixth Spidey-Man suit. Since he wore one suit under his clothing everyday, he figured that he should have another one to wear when the first suit was in the wash. Then, he had the fantastic idea that he should have multiple action suits; with all this crime fighting, Spidey-Man was sure to get his famous suit torn.

As if school and of course, saving the world wasn't stressful enough, his relationship with MJ had certainly grown. They lived together, but she was so busy going for auditions, finishing school and working part time that she didn't have time to help with the sewing. They would sit the evenings in Peter's apartment, hoping that no crime will disrupt their evening and settle down with a nice movie, but then, in New York, when wasn't crime striking? This time is seemed that Peter not only had a new super villain on his hands, but a masked identity, making the identity a mystery.

"Harry is coming over tomorrow night" MJ called over to him at he sat on the couch watching the six' o'clock news. His face turned to shock.

"WHAT! WHY!" he hollered back, over the newscaster's voice

"You too need to get over this" she came into the room and sat beside him, holding a bowl full of Rocky Road ice-cream. "You guys can still be friends Peter-"

Not wanting to get off the couch, Peter looked around him and found a fork on the coffee-table in front of him and started eating some of MJ's ice cream.

"But this is my apartment!" Peter whined.

MJ set her spoon down and took his face in her hands, "Peter, this is our apartment and I have invited Harry here. One evening visit won't hurt anybody! Besides, you used to be great friends."

Smiling, a look of tired resignation came over Peter's face. It was only one evening, MJ was right; she only wanted him to be happy.

"Well, I'm going to put away my sewing machine and the extra suits," he sighed, putting the fork down, "I can't imagine the remarks Harry will make if he sees them."

"Yeah, especially the sewing machine!" laughed MJ gleefully after Peter's retreating figure.

Harry arrived promptly at the small New York apartment, right on 5pm.

MJ opened the door and suddenly realized how awkward things would get. She had gone out with him and ...now she regretted inviting him. But invited him in none the less and smiled warmly.

"How are you!" she asked warmly.

"Fine and you look great" he said, as old couples always did.

"Peter is just coming home from work..." or crime fighting she thought. The new masked identity. Resembling that of his former nemesis, Goblin.

Harry chuckled nervously, but embracing that Peter still didn't know his identity, he didn't know why he had come, it was MJ. He could easily bring her close to him again and have something to beat the famed Spiderman.

"How is he?" Harry asked

"Fine, were both fine" she said, taking his coat and placing it in the nearby closet. She led him to the living room and they both sat down, an awkward silence filled the air.

The silence was getting suffocating; MJ wished fervently that Peter would walk in the door that second.

"Would you like some champagne? Peter bought some for tonight." she ventured.

Harry smiled graciously, "I would love some!"

Relieved that she could step away for a moment to think, MJ walked quickly to the kitchen and took the champagne out of the fridge.

"Nice place you've got here," Harry called from the other room, "pretty decent view of the city as well."

MJ took out two glasses and began to open the bottle, "Thank you!" she yelled back, "Where are you living now Harry?" Her hands shook slightly; she was on edge tonight for more than one reason.

Harry wandered into the kitchen and noticed MJ struggling with the bottle, "Let me help you with that" he said, taking the bottle, and with a swift jerk, the cork came out. Champagne sprayed all over MJ who shrieked in surprise.

"Damn!" Harry threw the cork on the countertop and grabbed a nearby hand towel, "I'm so sorry MJ, I shouldn't have opened it so close to you" he apologized and dabbed her dripping face.

That moment, a key clicked in the lock...