A man dressed in all black stood in the shadows of the enormous smokestacks of OSCORP. Two men, the burglars from MJ's apartment, limped towards the man. Each was nursing several sore spots placed there by their encounter with Spiderman. Each was also reconsidering ever volunteering to meet up with him again. The thugs walked cautiously towards the man in black.

"Did he take the bait?" the man in black demanded.

"Yeah, he took it. Didn't seem too happy about none of it neither. Me and Mannie were lucky to get outta there in one piece." The thug complained.

"Well, never mind that. Did you get the recording I asked you for? Did you tell him everything I told you?"

"Yeah, but he asked a lot more questions than you gave answers too. I had to improvise a little. Now what about our money?" the thug announced as he handed the small recording device to the man in black.

"What do you men improvise?" the man in black asked ominously.

"Nothing really. We want our money, and we want 10% more for Spiderman roughin' us up!" the thug demanded to the man in black.

"Well, since you did have to think on your feet, I guess a little more than you expected is in order." The man in black announced threateningly. The thugs looked at each other nervously, then back at the man who now had a handgun pointed at them. The echo of two gunshots could be heard ricocheting through the night.

Harry walked through the cavernous halls of the underground bunker beneath OSCORP. The plan was on its way. All he had to do is see it through to the end. Harry paused outside the room that heard MJ. Inside he hated using her for this. Avenge me, Harry. Avenge me. Avenge me. Norman Osborne's voice reverberated through his mind as he stared at MJ's body. He hadn't wanted to keep her this long, drugged as she was, but Spiderman had been harder to coax to the surface than Harry had planned. His sources had told him that he watched over MJ's apartment occasionally. Hell, he even had pictures. His plan was simple: destroy Spiderman and win the eternal love of MJ in the process. Simply done if everything went as planned.

MJ awoke feeling freezing. Her eyes opened slowly, as if she had been asleep for a long time. Her mouth was dry and felt like cotton was inside it. She rolled onto her back and looked around her. Snow fell from above; she was outside. She groggily rose from her prone position, trying to get her bearings. As her eyes adjusted she saw she was in a forest. A forest in New York? Central Park, probably. MJ realized. MJ felt drained and weak. She started to stand, but fell again. God, I'm cold! MJ thought as she struggled to move. Suddenly she was a movement out of the corner of her eye. MJ stood still watching for more movement. It was never a good idea to be in Central Park at night. And as weak as she was she wouldn't be able to defend herself at all. MJ walked unsteadily away, glancing furlitively behind her for her would-be attacker, or attackers.

Suddenly, MJ walk straight in to someone; MJ screamed in fright.

"MJ! MJ! It's me, Harry!" Harry's arms came around MJ as she stared up at him in disbelief.

"Harry?" MJ asked as her teeth began to chatter.

"What are you doing here, at night? Without a coat or anything? You must be freezing." Harry quickly removed his jacket and put MJ in it. MJ, still in shock, couldn't say anything.

"Are you alright? You don't look well?" Harry said with true concern.

"I'm okay. I don't know how I got here. Or even what day it is? All I know it that I'm cold, thirsty, and starving."

"Well, I can help you with all that. C'mon let's get you outta here." Harry said as he but is arm around MJ's shoulders. MH was so tired that she didn't have the energy to ask why HE was here, at this exact moment, or to even remember that she didn't like Harry anymore. All she wanted was to get home.

As MJ and Harry walked away, a large form swooped down from above and knocked Harry to the ground. MJ spun to the side and feel backwards. The attacker launched at Harry again, MJ screamed a warning.

"Harry watch out!!"

The attacker fell on Harry. Harry fought the menace over and over, but couldn't stop all the punches being thrown at him.

"Stop it! Stop it! You'll kill him!" MJ screamed at the attacker.

The blows continued, until Harry valiantly pushed his attacker off him. Harry launched himself at the person. The grunts and groans of a vicious fight could be heard, but then a voice MJ recognized could be heard from the assailant.

"She's mine! Don't you ever touch her again! She'll always be mine!" with that another punch landed on Harry's ribs. MJ peered at the attacker, curiously. The moon decided to appear from behind the clouds, bathing the two men in its light. Spiderman straddled Harry as he beat him to a pulp. Blood covered Harry's face as he tried uselessly to stop the attack. MJ's eyes grew wide as she stared at Spiderman, then Harry.

"Run MJ! Run! Get outta here!!!" Harry yelled. MJ slowly rose as she and Spiderman stared at each other. He watched as she rose and started to back away, scared. Abruptly, Harry pulled a knife out of his coat pocket and started to plunge it at Spiderman's chest. MJ screamed as Spiderman deftly took the knife from Harry's hand and plunged it straight into Harry's chest. MJ wasted no time, she ran, not wanting to look back.

Peter decided that the information that the burglars had given him was wrong on purpose. Probably just to save their scrawny hinds, Peter thought as he walked along Central Park West. He was concerned for MJ. Or maybe he was just jealous. MJ was probably fine, having a great time with all her friends, not a care in the world. What would it be like to have not cares in the world, Peter thought as he peered into Central Park. Peter knew better that Central Park was no place to be at night, just every good New Yorker knew. Then he heard it, a scream pierced the night. He looked over the wall that enclosed Central Park. His spider-senses kicked into high gear. He vaulted over the wall to the ground, quickly divesting himself of his regular clothes. He ran quickly towards where the sound and originated. He slowed, as he got closer, his senses telling him that trouble wasn't far away. He paused a moment, then saw her. Mary Jane was running like the hounds of the devil were behind her.

At first Peter felt relief, but then he was scared. He rushed towards her as she ran blindly. He called out her name.

"Mary Jane! Mary Jane! Stop! It's Pe…." Peter caught himself as almost announced who he really was. But his calls went unheeded, in fact she ran fast and harder, like she was trying to get away from him. Peter quickly caught up with her and wasn't prepared for her reaction.

"MJ! MJ! Stop! It's okay! Everything's okay!" Peter pleaded with her as she struggled with him.

"You killed him! YOU KILLED HIM!!" Mary Jane screamed as she pounded on Peter's chest. "Let me go!! HELP!! Someone help me!!!" MJ screamed in real earnest. MJ eyes fluttered as the situation slowly over came her. She fell limply in his arms. Peter lifted MJ in his arms, more concerned than ever as he looked at her face.

Peter held her in his arms for a few moments, savoring the feeling; as he walked slowly back to where his clothes were. Her head rested on his chest as he walked gingerly through the park. He reached where his clothes were and gathered them up. Peter had just started to take his mask off when MJ's eyes opened. Half of his face was still covered, but Peter was scared of what she would do next. She obviously thought he had killed someone. But who? Could it be that she knows the truth about Mr. Osborne's death?

MJ stared curiously up at Peter's half revealed face. Peter tensed as her hand came up to stroke his cheek. "Tell me it was a dream. Tell me you didn't kill him." MJ pleaded weakly. Peter was lost. He didn't know what to say, so he decided to tell her the truth.

"I didn't kill him, Mary Jane. I swear."

MJ smiled weakly as she slowly moved up towards Peter's face. "I knew it." MJ whispered just before her lips touched Peter's. Peter desperately wanted to devour MJ right there. So he allowed MJ to kiss him, savoring each time her lips would press against his. Unbeknownst to them they were being watched. Peter's senses were so overwhelmed by the kiss he didn't even see it coming. All Peter saw was a bunch of bright flashes as he and MJ kissed. He couldn't go after the photographers with MJ in his arms, so he decided it was time to go.