MJ held on for dear life. She was never on for heights in the first place, but if it meant spending time with Spiderman, well she'd just shut her eyes and press her face into his shoulder. Her fear of heights was even worse since her little "encounter" The Green Goblin. As she did just that she smelled something, something familiar. A tangy, musky smell, like Ivory soap and cologne mixed together with something else. She couldn't quite place it, but she knew that she had smelled it before. It was comforting. MJ tensed as she caught a glimpse of the ground flying quickly below them. God, I hope he lands soon, I think I'm going to be sick, MJ thought.

Peter felt MJ tense as he swung from building to building. How natural it felt to have MJ in his arms as he flew through the city. But he knew that MJ was scared by the way her face pressed against his chest. He could feel her breath puffing against his pectoral muscles as the strained under the intense force of each swing. Swinging one handed was always harder that with both. But Peter was reluctant to let his arm fall from MJ's waist, even though with the dearth grip that she had on him she was unlikely to fall from his grasp. The building flew past as Peter searched for a private place they could talk. Then he saw it, the Chrysler Building. There were "perches" up there that he could land on, and he and MJ could be safe from prying eyes. This was his private place. While the Empire State Building was higher, it was usually filled with tourists at all hours. Not a good place for thinking, or even taking a rest, as he found out one day.

Peter swung gracefully onto on of the many "perches" he favored on top of the Chrysler Building. Peter slowly unwound MJ's arms from around him. MJ quickly looked around, not realizing that they had "landed."

"Flight's over." Spiderman joked. MJ smiled at his quirky sense of humor. MJ could hear the smile on Spiderman's face as she disengaged herself from around Spiderman's body. Oh, and what a body it was, MJ thought mischievously. He wasn't huge like Flash. But then again Flash was all show. He really wasn't that strong, not like Spiderman. His lean form seems more dense and strong. I guess it would have to be if he can do all those acrobatics in the air, MK mused as she stood silently looking at Spiderman. But as her thoughts continued, her mind replayed a gruesome scene of Harry and Spiderman in a death match with a hideous knife. MJ started suddenly as the knife in Spiderman's hand plunged in Harry's chest. "She's mine! She'll always be mine!" She glanced up wide-eyed at Spiderman.

"What is it?" Spiderman asked.

"I…I just remembered something. Did you do it? Did you really kill him?" MJ's voice fluttered as she slowly back away, a little afraid of Spiderman's answer. Spiderman stood one step forward, his arm outstretched. MJ moved precariously towards the ledge of the building. He didn't want to see her fall, but he was more terrified of the look of fear in MJ's eyes.

"MJ, I had to. He would have killed me! He tried to hurt you. I couldn't let him continue to terrorize this city." Spiderman explained, thinking that MJ was talking about The Green Goblin, not Harry.

"He wasn't trying to kill me! He was helping me! Then you swooped in and attacked him, US! He had to defend himself!" MJ yelled over the wind.

"Wasn't trying to kill you? Oh, I suppose that little fall from the bridge was his way of telling you how much he liked you?!" Spiderman yelled back as he point to the Queensboro Bridge.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't tell me that you don't remember that night? On the bridge. I thought I almost lost you, forever." Spiderman's voice became very quiet by the end of his sentence.

"I remember that night! I'll never forget it as long as I live. But I'm talking about Harry Osborne. YOU ATTACKED US LAST NIGHT!"

"I did not! I saved you! I didn't even see Harry." Peter used Harry first name instead of his last, causing MJ to paused and look at him funny.

"I saw you! I saw you stab Harry!" MJ screamed.

"Someone stabbed Harry?" Spiderman asked surprised and concerned.

"Yeah! You did! I saw you! You were yelling, 'She's mine! She'll always be mine!'" MJ told Spiderman as he turned away. MJ followed him as she walked along the ledge, his arm hanging loosely at his sides.

"Is he okay?" Spiderman whispered softly.

"What?"

"Is he okay? Is Harry okay?" Spiderman turned towards MJ

"I don't know. I was going to find out, but those idiots were outside, then you showed up. I haven't been able to ask anyone." MJ paused. "Maybe Peter knows."

Spiderman walked slowly around the corner, MJ walked gingerly after him trying to stay as far from the edge as possible. "Hey! Wait!"

Spiderman stopped and looked over his shoulder, his arm clasped behind his back in thought. Peter does the same thing when he is thinking, MJ thought curiously to herself. She had seen him a thousand times from her window, in his room pacing back and forth in the exact manner.

"You didn't do it, did you?"

"You know I didn't, I told you that last night." Spiderman answered over his shoulder as MJ stared at his powerful back and shoulders. His response brought back memories of the other thing that happened last night. MJ remembered the kiss he gave him. He cheek flushed in embarrassment as he stood with his back to her, still thinking.

"Well, then you have a problem. Someone wants me to believe you did stab Harry Osborne. And probably wants the authorities to believe it too."

Spiderman chuckled. "That's the problem with wearing a mask. NO ONE can see who is really under it." Spiderman touched his index finger to his face indicating the mask that covered his face. MJ smiled knowingly, understanding what he was saying to her, specifically.

"C'mon let's see if this Harry Osborne is okay." Spiderman wrapped his arms around MJ's waist and vaulted from the building. MJ's face was again pressed against his chest as he swung to the Upper West Side.