The Conversation
Peter felt a faint tingling as he stepped off the elevator and walked out the entrance of the Daily Bugle. He assumed that someone was following him, probably that Eddie Brock. But he let down his guard when he saw the beautiful redhead running toward him.
"Peter!" MJ gasped. She took a moment to catch her breath. "I'm so glad I caught you. Traffic was terrible. I got out at Thirty-second Street and ran the rest of the way."
Peter smiled. MJ seemed even more beautiful at that moment, despite her disheveled hair and the beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. "What was so important that you ran all the way here to tell me?"
"I had to see you, Peter. There's something we need to talk about."
"Couldn't it have waited? I mean you could have called me." Peter felt worried for an instant. Maybe something had happened to Aunt May. He pushed the thought from his mind.
"No, it couldn't wait. It's about what you said to me in the cemetery yesterday."
Peter's face became frozen. "Oh, that." I didn't want to talk about that. It was hard enough to leave Mary Jane once. He had come to accept the fact that his newfound powers would prevent him from being with her. Why did she have to reopen old wounds? "MJ, I told you before. You're a wonderful person but I'm just not ready for a relationship right now."
MJ smiled slyly, "I know why you're not ready for a relationship."
Peter doubted that. He sighed, "Look, I really have to get to class. Call me later and we can talk."
"We need to talk now!" MJ demanded.
"I can't be late for class, MJ. This will just have to wait." Peter walked away from Mary Jane and didn't look back.
MJ called after Peter, "Your right, Spider-man shouldn't be late for class."
Peter's eyes perked up as she spoke those last words. Had he heard her right? Could she really know? He turned around and walked back to Mary Jane. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me right, Spider-man." She whispered the last words in a seductive voice. As Peter came closer she stared into his blue eyes and ran her hand down the side of his cheek to his chin. There was no doubt in her mind, this was the same man she had kissed that amazing night in the rain.
"I think your right, MJ. We do need to talk."
***
Harry Osborn got out of his Mercedes and closed the door gently. He stood back and admired the car for a moment. It was beautiful. His father had never let him drive it before, but now, well now he could. MJ is going to love it, he thought to himself.
He climbed the steps up to the entrance of MJ's apartment complex. Harry rang the little buzzer next to the name "Watson". There was no answer. Maybe she was still getting ready and hadn't heard the buzzer. He waited and then rang it again. No answer.
He waited another five minutes and tried again. At this time and old lady with a dog walked out of the entrance.
"Hello, you wouldn't happen to know if the doorbell is working? I'm not getting an answer." Harry asked the lady.
"It's working fine. But if you're looking for Miss Watson you're a bit late. She ran out of here over an hour ago."
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, yeah. You couldn't miss that firery red hair. Looked like she was in an awful hurry wherever she was headed." The lady replied.
"Thank you." Harry replied and he headed back for his car. Once he was inside it dawned on him and he muttered under his breath, "Peter!"
Peter felt a faint tingling as he stepped off the elevator and walked out the entrance of the Daily Bugle. He assumed that someone was following him, probably that Eddie Brock. But he let down his guard when he saw the beautiful redhead running toward him.
"Peter!" MJ gasped. She took a moment to catch her breath. "I'm so glad I caught you. Traffic was terrible. I got out at Thirty-second Street and ran the rest of the way."
Peter smiled. MJ seemed even more beautiful at that moment, despite her disheveled hair and the beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. "What was so important that you ran all the way here to tell me?"
"I had to see you, Peter. There's something we need to talk about."
"Couldn't it have waited? I mean you could have called me." Peter felt worried for an instant. Maybe something had happened to Aunt May. He pushed the thought from his mind.
"No, it couldn't wait. It's about what you said to me in the cemetery yesterday."
Peter's face became frozen. "Oh, that." I didn't want to talk about that. It was hard enough to leave Mary Jane once. He had come to accept the fact that his newfound powers would prevent him from being with her. Why did she have to reopen old wounds? "MJ, I told you before. You're a wonderful person but I'm just not ready for a relationship right now."
MJ smiled slyly, "I know why you're not ready for a relationship."
Peter doubted that. He sighed, "Look, I really have to get to class. Call me later and we can talk."
"We need to talk now!" MJ demanded.
"I can't be late for class, MJ. This will just have to wait." Peter walked away from Mary Jane and didn't look back.
MJ called after Peter, "Your right, Spider-man shouldn't be late for class."
Peter's eyes perked up as she spoke those last words. Had he heard her right? Could she really know? He turned around and walked back to Mary Jane. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me right, Spider-man." She whispered the last words in a seductive voice. As Peter came closer she stared into his blue eyes and ran her hand down the side of his cheek to his chin. There was no doubt in her mind, this was the same man she had kissed that amazing night in the rain.
"I think your right, MJ. We do need to talk."
***
Harry Osborn got out of his Mercedes and closed the door gently. He stood back and admired the car for a moment. It was beautiful. His father had never let him drive it before, but now, well now he could. MJ is going to love it, he thought to himself.
He climbed the steps up to the entrance of MJ's apartment complex. Harry rang the little buzzer next to the name "Watson". There was no answer. Maybe she was still getting ready and hadn't heard the buzzer. He waited and then rang it again. No answer.
He waited another five minutes and tried again. At this time and old lady with a dog walked out of the entrance.
"Hello, you wouldn't happen to know if the doorbell is working? I'm not getting an answer." Harry asked the lady.
"It's working fine. But if you're looking for Miss Watson you're a bit late. She ran out of here over an hour ago."
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, yeah. You couldn't miss that firery red hair. Looked like she was in an awful hurry wherever she was headed." The lady replied.
"Thank you." Harry replied and he headed back for his car. Once he was inside it dawned on him and he muttered under his breath, "Peter!"