I've done two versions of this story so I'd appreciate it if people could read both parts and tell me which one they prefer.

As for the story itself, you can either imagine this story taking place during J. Michael Straczynski's run on Spider-Man shortly after Amazing Spider-Man Volume 2 #54 or at some indeterminate point in time in the future from the current status quo, where Peter and Mary Jane have recently gotten back together.

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It was dark in the bedroom. The only source of light came from the illuminated outline of a door adjacent to the bed where a hairdryer was whirring away.

Peter had been lying down and staring straight up at the ceiling fan for almost an hour now. He decided to stretch his legs and padded over to the window. He moved the blinds and gazed out upon New York at night.

He was so lost in the beauty of the cityscape he'd not realised the whirring sound had stopped and the door had creaked open behind him.

"Enjoying yourself?" A soft voice asked him.

Peter turned around and saw MJ standing in the doorway, holding the hairdryer, steam evaporating behind her. Seeing her framed like that reminded Peter of when he first laid eyes on MJ in the doorway of Anna Watson's home so many years ago. Except back then she had been wearing more than a bathrobe.

"Yeah." He replied.

"Didn't realise you had such a great view from here. Usually we're too...preoccupied whenever we come up here."

MJ gave a small smile as she walked across the room and flicked on a light switch, bathing the room in a soft orange glow.

"We've been preoccupied a lot lately." She said mischievously.

Peter walked over to her and put his arms around her waist.

"Probably making up for lost time." He said, returning MJ's mischievous tone. Mary Jane put her arms around Peter's neck and hugged him.

"More like wasted time." She said quietly.

"Compared to this any other time is time wasted." He whispered as he kissed her neck. But MJ wasn't in the mood, removing her arms from around Peter's neck and gently pushing away from him. Peter's look of light disappointment was replaced by one of concern as MJ fixed him with a sad and sombre look.

"I'm serious though tiger. When I think back on all that time we spent apart, I...I just can't believe how stupid I-"

"Hey!" Peter interrupted sharply. "How stupid I-"

"How stupid we were." It was MJ who interrupted this time.

"I mean our lives...our lives aren't exactly safe. However much we try to not think about it, at the back of our minds...we know that one of us might not make it through the day because of one nut job or another. And between when I left and went to L.A. and when we got back together, we just wasted...God; I don't even know how much time. But it was time we could've spent together instead of being apart for just...just meaningless reasons..."

She looked down at the ground sadly. "And we're never gonna get that time back."

Peter moved his hands down from MJ's waist to her hands, squeezing them lightly.

"I know MJ. I know." He said softly.

"But...It's pointless to beat ourselves up over the time we've lost. Not when we could take the time we have now and make it count...Okay?"

MJ stared back at Peter for a second or two before answering.

"Okay." She said with a little nod. She gave a small smile and tilted her head.

"When did we switch places? Aren't I usually the one telling you to stop worrying?"

Peter chuckled slightly.

"I dunno...maybe we're rubbing off on one another."

MJ arched an eyebrow.

"Interesting choice of words..."

She turned the light back off.