New Views Part 2
Author's Notes: I didn't mean for there to be a second chapter to my drabble.. but the ideas just kept coming. Yes I know this isn't the best of quality of writing. I'm not nearly as good as the best Spiderman fan fic writer in the world, Blue Wynd Faerie. Without her inspiration I would have never turned to Spiderman fics. I hope you enjoy this next chapter. It is sort of short, but at the moment that was the most I could write :)
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They flew through the open window and landed on the carpet with a soft thud. They had flown through the sleeping city, seeing the sights and enjoying each other's company. When she had righted her self with her feet firmly planted on the carpet, he let go of her, sure of her ability to balance herself.
She threw arms out and danced around in a circle. She giggled softly and fell back against the sofa. She squirmed around to make herself comfortable. She let out a delighted squeal. "Gosh, Peter that was fantastic!" She sat up and watched him grinning at her. "You're so lucky! You can do things that no one else can. I can't imagine what it's like to be you."
His smile faded as he seated himself next to her. "No, you can't possibly imagine."He covered his face with his hands, feeling disgusted with himself and the horrible things he had done. He was responsible for his Uncle's death, he killed the man that murdered him, and also took the life of his best friend's father. Harry had no idea that the man he wanted to take revenge on was Peter himself. "I'm not that lucky." He said simply.
Sensing that the happy moment was over, she turned to drape her arm over his shoulder. He could feel his muscles tense up at her touch. Something was bothering him greatly. "Peter..." She set her other hand his chest. "What happened to you?" she whispered. She could tell that he had been carrying many things around inside of him, and they needed to be let out.
He hesitated, wondering whether or not she really wanted the whole truth. Once the truth was out.... there was no going back. She might view him differently. He had done things that she may not want to know about. If she did... what would happen? Would she stop loving him? He couldn't bear to think about that. "Promise me something, MJ." He said quietly.
"Anything." she answered. She didn't know where this was going, but when she said anything, she meant it. She would follow him to the ends of the earth if need be.
He looked into her eyes, tucked a wisp of red hair behind her dainty ear. His hand lingered there, caressing her cheek. "Promise me that if I tell you everything, you won't think I'm a horrible person. I don't know what I'd do if I lost your trust." His own blue eyes were becoming red rimmed.
She had no idea what he meant by that. What could Peter have done to make her think such a thing? "Peter, nothing could ever make me think that about you." She took her two hands and caressed his strong jawline. "I love you, you know that. Nothing could ever change that."
He couldn't keep his emotions in any longer. "Thank you, Mary Jane." He burst out sobbing, pulling her into a tight hug. He layed his chin on his shoulder, his salty tears making wet pools on her shirt. "I love you so much."
Hearing those words from his mouth set her tears in motion as well. She hugged him back, not wanting to let go of him, as if he would dissapear. "I know.." She squeaked with her emotion cracked voice. "I know."
Suddenly his lips were on hers, kissing her fervently, like it was the last time he would ever have the chance. Their tears mingled together, both of their faces wet. They carried on like this until they both had to break apart to gasp for air. She pulled away to look at him, his eyes closed, his breathing coming in short bursts. Silent tears still fell down his cheek. Tears of joy or tears of sorrow, she didn't know. Maybe it was both. She leaned forward to kiss both of his closed eyes. "Don't cry Peter." she mumured. She laid back on the couch, resting his head on her chest. She ran her hand through his hair, over his face, and down his back. She wanted to know everything that was causing him to suffer so. She wanted to make it right. "Tell me everything."
So he did.
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Author's Notes: I didn't mean for there to be a second chapter to my drabble.. but the ideas just kept coming. Yes I know this isn't the best of quality of writing. I'm not nearly as good as the best Spiderman fan fic writer in the world, Blue Wynd Faerie. Without her inspiration I would have never turned to Spiderman fics. I hope you enjoy this next chapter. It is sort of short, but at the moment that was the most I could write :)
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They flew through the open window and landed on the carpet with a soft thud. They had flown through the sleeping city, seeing the sights and enjoying each other's company. When she had righted her self with her feet firmly planted on the carpet, he let go of her, sure of her ability to balance herself.
She threw arms out and danced around in a circle. She giggled softly and fell back against the sofa. She squirmed around to make herself comfortable. She let out a delighted squeal. "Gosh, Peter that was fantastic!" She sat up and watched him grinning at her. "You're so lucky! You can do things that no one else can. I can't imagine what it's like to be you."
His smile faded as he seated himself next to her. "No, you can't possibly imagine."He covered his face with his hands, feeling disgusted with himself and the horrible things he had done. He was responsible for his Uncle's death, he killed the man that murdered him, and also took the life of his best friend's father. Harry had no idea that the man he wanted to take revenge on was Peter himself. "I'm not that lucky." He said simply.
Sensing that the happy moment was over, she turned to drape her arm over his shoulder. He could feel his muscles tense up at her touch. Something was bothering him greatly. "Peter..." She set her other hand his chest. "What happened to you?" she whispered. She could tell that he had been carrying many things around inside of him, and they needed to be let out.
He hesitated, wondering whether or not she really wanted the whole truth. Once the truth was out.... there was no going back. She might view him differently. He had done things that she may not want to know about. If she did... what would happen? Would she stop loving him? He couldn't bear to think about that. "Promise me something, MJ." He said quietly.
"Anything." she answered. She didn't know where this was going, but when she said anything, she meant it. She would follow him to the ends of the earth if need be.
He looked into her eyes, tucked a wisp of red hair behind her dainty ear. His hand lingered there, caressing her cheek. "Promise me that if I tell you everything, you won't think I'm a horrible person. I don't know what I'd do if I lost your trust." His own blue eyes were becoming red rimmed.
She had no idea what he meant by that. What could Peter have done to make her think such a thing? "Peter, nothing could ever make me think that about you." She took her two hands and caressed his strong jawline. "I love you, you know that. Nothing could ever change that."
He couldn't keep his emotions in any longer. "Thank you, Mary Jane." He burst out sobbing, pulling her into a tight hug. He layed his chin on his shoulder, his salty tears making wet pools on her shirt. "I love you so much."
Hearing those words from his mouth set her tears in motion as well. She hugged him back, not wanting to let go of him, as if he would dissapear. "I know.." She squeaked with her emotion cracked voice. "I know."
Suddenly his lips were on hers, kissing her fervently, like it was the last time he would ever have the chance. Their tears mingled together, both of their faces wet. They carried on like this until they both had to break apart to gasp for air. She pulled away to look at him, his eyes closed, his breathing coming in short bursts. Silent tears still fell down his cheek. Tears of joy or tears of sorrow, she didn't know. Maybe it was both. She leaned forward to kiss both of his closed eyes. "Don't cry Peter." she mumured. She laid back on the couch, resting his head on her chest. She ran her hand through his hair, over his face, and down his back. She wanted to know everything that was causing him to suffer so. She wanted to make it right. "Tell me everything."
So he did.
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