Mary Jane tapped her foot on the ground. Hard, so it was audible. "A meeting? You shouldn't be holding a meeting, you should be out there looking for those bombs!"

"Mrs. Watson-Parker, we know what we're doing," Captain America smiled.

"Yeah, I bet you do." And she stormed off, more confused than anything else. She marched off into her husband's room. She did not burst into tears this time, as the sight had become more familiar, but not less painful.

"Honey, you have to wake up. Venom has bombs planted all over the city! You have to wake up. You know what to do in these situations. I don't trust the Avengers. They're..."

"They're what?"

Mary Jane turned around from her husband's bed. Wolverine was leaning on the door frame, drinking another can of beer.

"Oh. Logan." Mary Jane breathed.

"They're what?" he repeated.

"They're...they made a clone of my husband without my consent, first of all. Why should I trust anything they do?"

Logan smiled. "These people are the closest thing Webhead has to friends. They got things covered."

Mary Jane gave a weak smile, but tears started flowing. "I miss Peter."

"We all do. I don't like that clone--he's too lighthearted an' floaty."

"Floaty?"

Logan laughed, and then motioned for her to follow. "You should be at that meetin', Red."

"I should, shouldn't I?"

He nodded. Mary Jane sighed, said goodbye to her husband, and followed Wolverine. She had no idea how large this Avenger's place was. They made it to another conference room. Mary Jane walked in quietly and took a seat next to Logan. She stared as the clone sat across from her. She couldn't help but stare. It's not Peter, she told herself. It's not Peter...

Soon a number of different Avengers recruits piled in the room. Mary Jane watched as the Scarlet Witch, Yellowjacket, the Black Panther, and the Hulk (dressed as Dr. Bruce Banner) all took their seats. Then there were the regulars she had seen at the Mansion before. Mr. Fantastic was also there, and he gave Mary Jane a warm smile, but then wondered why she was not sitting next to Spider-Man, and then...why was she there at all?

"Okay, People!" Tony Stark said loudly. "It's time for you all to be kept in the loop. But as Avengers and even honorary Avengers, we need you to keep this a secret."

Captain America stood. "As you all know, Venom and Spider-Man and had a long battle, what has come to be known as The Inevitable War. The 'War' tragically ended when Spider-Man was hit by a bus and Venom made his escape. Now here's the part you don't know," he breathed, hesitated, then took the plunge. "This is not Spider-Man. It is a clone, which altered genetically to have Spider-Man's powers."

Among the blank stares, Mr. Fantastic mumbled, "genius."

"The real Spider-Man is in a coma from the bus impact. Now, the only reason we did this was because we knew Venom was still at large. And we were right. Venom has planted bombs all over this city. We have no idea where they are, what his motives are--but if we don't stop him the simultaneous explosions could be called a terrorist attack."

"How many bombs?" the Black Panther asked.

"Five."

"And you have no possible locations, even?"

"None whatsoever. I know we are all very busy and have our own individual tasks on our to-do lists, but we need your help as Avengers. This city is in danger."

There was silence, and then Mr. Fantastic looked at Mary Jane. He mouthed, "Are you okay with this?"

Mary Jane shook her head and mouthed back, "No."

As the meeting adjourned Mr. Fantastic made sure to speak with Mary Jane. He put his flexible hand on her shoulder. "Everything will work out, Mary Jane."

Mary Jane trusted Mr. Fantastic deeply. She nodded, and then asked him if he would see Spider-Man. He, of course, agreed. She led him down the hall to her husband's room. As she walked in, she saw a silhouette sitting in one of the chairs in the room.

"Excuse me?!" Mary Jane said irritably.

The silhouette turned around. Mary Jane growled. It was the Black Cat. This woman was not to be trusted, by Mary Jane's standards. She was a thief who was in love with Spider-Man, and Mary Jane did not want her here.

"You! Get the hell out of here! How'd you get in here?!"

"Easy, calm down! I was just leaving."

"Yes, you were. Get out. Get out!" Mary Jane cried.

The Black Cat nodded, ran past them and down the hall, where she could made her exit. Mary Jane was tempted to go after her when Mr. Fantastic walked inside. He looked at the charts, at his heart rate, and even after her knew Peter's condition, he still busied himself to make Mary Jane feel better.

"I can't say that he'll wake up any time soon, because that information just can not be known. But he is alive and healthy."

Mary Jane's face was still in disgust. "I can't believe she was in here. How dare she! Where the hell is Stark? He'll hear about this!"

"I already have," Iron Man said as he walked in. "Mary Jane, I am so sorry. I had no idea--"

"It's your building, Stark! How could someone break in?"

"I can assure you, it's nearly impossible. But I am going to have this room guarded from now on. Okay?"

Mary Jane, still not completely satisfied, nodded. "Right. Well, we are all going off to search for the bombs."

Mary Jane nodded. "What should I do?"

"Just keep your husband company, I am sure he would appreciate that."

Mary Jane nodded again. She looked out the window moments later and saw herds of superheroes dispersing to go save the city. She saw Spider-Man. It's not Peter, It's not Peter. Peter's right here, that is not Peter. No matter how badly you want it to be Peter, Peter is here. In the bed. In the coma. Mary Jane looked out the window one last time, tears in her eyes. It's not Peter.