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I could update a lot faster if my parents weren't such computer nazis. They don't let me use the computer unless they're watching over my shoulder. I think they think I'll look up porn or something. Anyways, I'll update as quick as possible. Now back to the story.
Realizations
That night MJ couldn't sleep. Instead she worked through all the questions that had plagued her before. Why would the Goblin attack poor old Aunt May? Norman Osborn's death was just as mysterious. The paper's claimed he died in the crossfire of Spider-man and the Green Goblin, but she thought that unlikely. And above all else, what exactly did that message on her machine mean? Could it be possible that Peter was Spider-man? Could the man she loved and the man she dreamt about be one and the same? She decided to start from the beginning. MJ tried to recall exactly what had happened before that night on the bridge.
It was all sort of a blur; perhaps it had been too painful to remember. But it started to come back to her as she concentrated on that evening. She had just taken a shower and changed into her pajamas for the evening when someone rang the doorbell to her apartment. She remembered looking through the peephole and Mr. Osborn had been on the other side.
"MJ. Hi, It's Harry's dad. I just wanted to apologize for the way I behaved the other night. If you don't mind I'd like to come in and talk to you."
Mary Jane was reluctant to let him in. His demeanor had started off natural, but there was something menacing about the way he spoke the word "talk". It was almost like he was a different person. But MJ couldn't refuse. In fact, she enjoyed the idea of a wealthy, powerful man such as Mr. Osborn begging for her forgiveness.
She opened the door and let him in. "I suppose Harry sent you," MJ said without hiding her contempt. She brushed a piece of her red hair away from her face so that she could look Mr. Osborn in the eye.
"Actually, I'm here on business. There's a certain proposal I have to offer Mr. Peter Parker." And then the room was filled with a noxious green gas. Just before she passed out she remembered hearing the insane cackling of the Green Goblin.
So that was it, Mary Jane thought to herself. Norman Osborn was the Green Goblin and Peter Parker was Spider-man. That explained why Aunt May was attacked. Osborn must have known about Peter's secret. And that was why he had kidnapped her. She knew that Peter loved her, even back in High School he had been no good at hiding his feelings for her. But how had Mr. Osborn known that she was Peter's "love of your life"?
Could Harry have told his father? Did Harry know the truth about his best friend and his father? No, MJ, decided. He couldn't have known the truth. Or he wouldn't have been on the balcony when his dad bombed the World Unity Festival. And he couldn't have known the truth about Peter because of the way he embraced him after the funeral. No, Harry knew nothing. It must just be obvious to everyone that Peter loved her. She would just have to tell him he that he couldn't hide his love, nor his secret, from her any longer.
***
After realizing the truth, MJ fell into a deep sleep. She awoke at 11:00 o'clock the next morning. The first thing she did when she awoke was to reach for the phone. She dialed Peter's number with haste. Her heart beat frantically.
"Hello," Harry answered the phone. MJ's heart dropped. What would she tell Harry? They hadn't officially broken up, and his father had just died. She felt sorry for him, even if his father was a murdering lunatic.
"Oh, hi Harry. It's MJ."
"MJ?" He seemed surprised that she had called. "What's up?"
"I wanted to see how you were doing?" She lied. She couldn't bring herself to admit the truth, which was that she only called to talk to Peter. "I mean a lot has gone on lately."
"Yeah, I know. I'm glad you called. I've been meaning to talk to you. Do you wanna, maybe, grab some lunch?" Harry asked.
"OK. Um, does Peter want to come with." MJ could hear the low moan Harry made as she spoke Peter's name. He obviously didn't like the idea of her talking about Peter.
"Why are you so eager to see Peter?" His voice was almost violent. It sent a shiver down Mary Jane's spine. She realized that his voice resembled the Green Goblin's.
"You know," She tried to make it sound like it wasn't a big deal. "I just thought if he was home and not doing anything he might like to join us. We're friends you know and I wouldn't want to exclude him."
"Well he's not home. He just left. He said he was going to the Daily Bugle, but who knows with him." Harry tried to laugh in order to make up for sounding nasty to MJ.
MJ's only thoughts were that maybe she could meet Peter at the Daily Bugle. If she left now, maybe she could catch him. Then again web slinging was surely faster than a cab. She was just about to leave, forgetting that she was still on the phone with Harry.
"So MJ, when should I pick you up?"
"Pick me up?" She wasn't sure what Harry was talking about.
"You know, for lunch."
"Oh, right. Um, give me like an hour and a half. I need to shower and get ready. Ok. See you then. Bye." MJ hung up before Harry could reply. I guess that's enough time to get down town and back, she thought to herself. Without any more hesitation she threw on some clothes and raced down her apartment steps. Then she hailed a cab.
"Where to Miss," asked the cabbie.
"Get me to the Daily Bugle as fast as you can!"
I could update a lot faster if my parents weren't such computer nazis. They don't let me use the computer unless they're watching over my shoulder. I think they think I'll look up porn or something. Anyways, I'll update as quick as possible. Now back to the story.
Realizations
That night MJ couldn't sleep. Instead she worked through all the questions that had plagued her before. Why would the Goblin attack poor old Aunt May? Norman Osborn's death was just as mysterious. The paper's claimed he died in the crossfire of Spider-man and the Green Goblin, but she thought that unlikely. And above all else, what exactly did that message on her machine mean? Could it be possible that Peter was Spider-man? Could the man she loved and the man she dreamt about be one and the same? She decided to start from the beginning. MJ tried to recall exactly what had happened before that night on the bridge.
It was all sort of a blur; perhaps it had been too painful to remember. But it started to come back to her as she concentrated on that evening. She had just taken a shower and changed into her pajamas for the evening when someone rang the doorbell to her apartment. She remembered looking through the peephole and Mr. Osborn had been on the other side.
"MJ. Hi, It's Harry's dad. I just wanted to apologize for the way I behaved the other night. If you don't mind I'd like to come in and talk to you."
Mary Jane was reluctant to let him in. His demeanor had started off natural, but there was something menacing about the way he spoke the word "talk". It was almost like he was a different person. But MJ couldn't refuse. In fact, she enjoyed the idea of a wealthy, powerful man such as Mr. Osborn begging for her forgiveness.
She opened the door and let him in. "I suppose Harry sent you," MJ said without hiding her contempt. She brushed a piece of her red hair away from her face so that she could look Mr. Osborn in the eye.
"Actually, I'm here on business. There's a certain proposal I have to offer Mr. Peter Parker." And then the room was filled with a noxious green gas. Just before she passed out she remembered hearing the insane cackling of the Green Goblin.
So that was it, Mary Jane thought to herself. Norman Osborn was the Green Goblin and Peter Parker was Spider-man. That explained why Aunt May was attacked. Osborn must have known about Peter's secret. And that was why he had kidnapped her. She knew that Peter loved her, even back in High School he had been no good at hiding his feelings for her. But how had Mr. Osborn known that she was Peter's "love of your life"?
Could Harry have told his father? Did Harry know the truth about his best friend and his father? No, MJ, decided. He couldn't have known the truth. Or he wouldn't have been on the balcony when his dad bombed the World Unity Festival. And he couldn't have known the truth about Peter because of the way he embraced him after the funeral. No, Harry knew nothing. It must just be obvious to everyone that Peter loved her. She would just have to tell him he that he couldn't hide his love, nor his secret, from her any longer.
***
After realizing the truth, MJ fell into a deep sleep. She awoke at 11:00 o'clock the next morning. The first thing she did when she awoke was to reach for the phone. She dialed Peter's number with haste. Her heart beat frantically.
"Hello," Harry answered the phone. MJ's heart dropped. What would she tell Harry? They hadn't officially broken up, and his father had just died. She felt sorry for him, even if his father was a murdering lunatic.
"Oh, hi Harry. It's MJ."
"MJ?" He seemed surprised that she had called. "What's up?"
"I wanted to see how you were doing?" She lied. She couldn't bring herself to admit the truth, which was that she only called to talk to Peter. "I mean a lot has gone on lately."
"Yeah, I know. I'm glad you called. I've been meaning to talk to you. Do you wanna, maybe, grab some lunch?" Harry asked.
"OK. Um, does Peter want to come with." MJ could hear the low moan Harry made as she spoke Peter's name. He obviously didn't like the idea of her talking about Peter.
"Why are you so eager to see Peter?" His voice was almost violent. It sent a shiver down Mary Jane's spine. She realized that his voice resembled the Green Goblin's.
"You know," She tried to make it sound like it wasn't a big deal. "I just thought if he was home and not doing anything he might like to join us. We're friends you know and I wouldn't want to exclude him."
"Well he's not home. He just left. He said he was going to the Daily Bugle, but who knows with him." Harry tried to laugh in order to make up for sounding nasty to MJ.
MJ's only thoughts were that maybe she could meet Peter at the Daily Bugle. If she left now, maybe she could catch him. Then again web slinging was surely faster than a cab. She was just about to leave, forgetting that she was still on the phone with Harry.
"So MJ, when should I pick you up?"
"Pick me up?" She wasn't sure what Harry was talking about.
"You know, for lunch."
"Oh, right. Um, give me like an hour and a half. I need to shower and get ready. Ok. See you then. Bye." MJ hung up before Harry could reply. I guess that's enough time to get down town and back, she thought to herself. Without any more hesitation she threw on some clothes and raced down her apartment steps. Then she hailed a cab.
"Where to Miss," asked the cabbie.
"Get me to the Daily Bugle as fast as you can!"