Mary Jane hummed 'Deck the Halls' while string garland on the tree. Christmas was right around the corner, and everyone was getting in the season. Mary Jane was home stringing garland on the tree and humming along with the radio, something she had done all her life. Queen's had gotten a brief break for Christmas and all the college students were treating it like a spring break.

All except Mary Jane and Peter, who were home decorating. Sure Mary Jane would've loved a good break, but had decided to stay home. Suddenly the room began to swirl, and she felt faint. She began to fall backwards, but was caught by Peter who was becoming quite used to catching her.

"Are you OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she smiled. She walked over to the couch with the assistance of Peter, and lay down. MJ leaned her head back and drank in the smell of hot chocolate. She could hardly do anything these days without fainting or suddenly becoming hot. As she opened the window to get air, a cold breeze blew through and sent a shiver up her spine. Mary Jane then looked over at Peter, who was putting ornaments on the Christmas tree. Her and the couch were becoming very closely acquainted with one another.

"So…what do you want for Christmas?" Peter asked.

"I don't care anymore," she sighed.

A few hours later, they went over to Aunt May's house.

"Oh Mary Jane, I made some things…" the sweet elderly woman went away and came back with a pair of yellow knit booties and a cap. Mary Jane faked a smile and thanked her.

"Would you like anything to drink?"

"Uh, no thank you." Everyone was so careful to be polite around Mary Jane. It seemed to her as if she was some kind of foreign person or royalty.

"I'll have dinner in a minute," Aunt May rushed off to the kitchen.

"So," she called from the kitchen, "Have you two thought of names?"

Quite frankly, they had not.

"Uh…no, not yet."

"Oh well you should. I remember when Peter's mother was expecting him, we thought of name right away."

"So Peter, how's work going?" May changed the subject.

"Uh, fine…I guess."

"That Mr. Jameson is something. Have you read today's Bugle?" she snapped as she held out the Bugle to them.

Spider-Man a coward?

"Insulting Spider-Man like that! Why, all he's ever done was protect us."

Peter looked sideways at Mary Jane, who was looking out the window and didn't seem to be paying attention.

"He's saved me numerous times! I really should go down there and-" May was cut off by the buzz of her stove's timer.

"Oh, dinner." She rushed out to get it.

"I hope you both like stew. Homemade."

She brought out the stew and they ate silently.

"Mary Jane dear, are you okay?" May asked.

"Yeah, fine." MJ stared down in her stew. She hadn't eaten a bite yet, and did not intend to. Soon after, their dinner was finished, and they were headed home.

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"So Mr. Winfield, how do you plead?" the judge asked Mr. Winfield.

"Not guilty."

Suddenly, Sunny and Flash broke through the window of the courthouse. The police immediately pulled out their firearms.

"We heard there was a court. For a man who attacked Spidey."

At this, Mr. Winfield looked up.

"Guards," the judge motioned for the guards to fire. The obeyed and pulled the triggers of their guns, but Sunny and Flash had bulletproof suits on, and couldn't be harmed. They, and Mr. Winfield ran away. Once they got to a dark alley, they stopped.

"Who are you?" Mr. Winfield asked.

"That doesn't matter. What does though, is you."

"What?"

"You want to defeat Spider-Man, right?"

"No, I just want money."

Sunny rolled her eyes, "Don't they all? Whatever, you help us, you can have all the money you want."

Mr. Winfield arched a brow.

"So, what do you say Mr. Winfield?"

"Please," he held out his hand to shake, "Call me James."

Sunny smirked and shook.

'Too easy,' she thought.

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Mary Jane awoke to the smell of hot pancakes on Christmas morning. She got out of bed, brushed her hair and teeth, and walked into the kitchen, where Peter greeted her.

"Merry Christmas MJ," he said.

"You too," MJ wrapped herself in a blanket and sat at the counter, where a plate of pancakes were waiting for her. She had been up most of the night with hot flashes, and was exhausted. She was about to fall asleep, when Peter spoke.

"I got you something." He pulled a jewelry box of his pocket and held it out to MJ.

"Oh Peter, you really shouldn't have." He gave her the box, and she opened it. It was a sterling silver necklace with a tiny diamond in the middle.

"Peter…" she smiled at the necklace, and picked it up.

"Thank you," she got up and hugged him, "I'm sorry, I didn't get you anything."

She held up her hair, as Peter put the necklace on for her. She smiled again, and dug into her pancakes.

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I'm going to end this chapter here. I know it was super short, but I'm suffering from terrible writer's block, and have been sitting for minute after minute trying to think up something next. Come back soon!