Chapter Five

Everything was perfect. The white roses draped the wooden altar, and soft velvety rose petals tickled the green grass with their luminescent beauty. The trees filtered the light in a colorful display of elegance and charm. It was a gorgeous, breezy day. Peter and MJ were getting married on a hilltop outside of New York City, in a more rural setting.

Peter and MJ had invited a few of their closest friends and family. It was a small wedding, but they both had agreed that they didn't need extravagance to announce their love for each other to the world. It was already inscribed into their hearts.

On the list of guests, a few of Peter's co-workers at the Daily Bugle came. J. Jonah Jameson did not come, for obvious reasons. Peter was marrying the girl that was supposed to marry his own son. MJ's mother came, and even some old friends from Peter's previous apartment complex stopped by. MJ's friends and colleagues in theater also showed up, and were amazed by the subtle beauty of the wedding ceremony.

MJ, with her mother and friends, were preparing for the wedding. MJ was nervous, even though she knew it was because finally great things were happening in her life. It had been a very rough past few months. Aunt May passing away really did take its toll on both her and Peter. She knew that if her and Peter had survived through those months together, they could make it through anything.

Of all problems, the veil didn't seem to want to stay put. "Amanda, I don't know if this is going to work! Those bobby pins are not going to hold this thing on my head!" she angrily barked. She didn't intend to sound rude to her friend, but this was the most important day in her life.

"Hold on, MJ. Maybe if you stop squirming around we can get it to stay," she calmly replied.

"I'm hot. This dress is obviously a form of torture. Mom, I seriously think that this dress was meant to silently kill someone with its amazing smothering abilities," she told her, frustrated.

"Do we have something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue?" her friend asked.

"Yes..." MJ replied. "I'm wearing my mom's old veil, and I have a new bracelet I got from Peter. As for something borrowed, something blue..." she trailed off. She had borrowed a tiny piece of Peter's Spider-Man outfit and stitched it into one of the layers of her dress. It was borrowed, and it was blue. "I'll think of something," she told them.

Amanda handed MJ her bouquet, and they all looked into the full-length mirror one last time before MJ would walk down the aisle to marry Peter Parker, a.k.a. Spider-Man.

"Ready?" they asked her.

"Ready as I'll ever be," she told them, smiling with pure joy.

Everyone sat down in his or her respective seats, and the violinist began to play the strong tunes of matrimony. Peter was anxious to see MJ walk toward him down the aisle. He knew that she was going to take his breath away.

The setting sun reflected all colors into a magnificent spectacle; the green leaves of the trees thriving with life, the white roses lighting up all good in the world, and as Mary Jane Watson approached Peter at the altar, all they could do was smile at each other. It was such a small gesture, but it told a long story of triumph, pain, joy, suffering, longing, and most of all—true love.

Suddenly, Betty Brant, one of Peter's co-workers, looked up into the sky, wondering what it was that she saw moving at a fast speed toward all of them. What in the world is that? she thought. As far as she knew, this wedding did not involve UFOs. It looks like a person standing on some sort of platform.

Evil laughter filled the air. Peter knew something was coming for them, and it sounded chillingly familiar. I thought that the Green Goblin was dead, he thought. "Oh no..." he whispered to himself as the priest went on. "Not now, not like this..."

"Peter?" MJ whispered to him, questioning.

"MJ...RUN!" he screamed, taking her hand and fleeing from the altar. The priest was dumbfounded by this unusual activity, and then noticed the entire crowd of witnesses screaming and running. "What in the world?" he asked. As he turned around to see what the commotion was about, it was too late. A pumpkin bomb exploded only inches away, leaving the wooden altar in flames.

"Ha ha ha ha! Where are you, Peter? Come out and show your ugly face, you murderer! Or else your darling Mary Jane gets it!" MJ and Peter got separated during the mass confusion, and she ended up in the Goblin's custody. Screaming and weeping at the same time, there were already bruises forming on her pale arms as the Green Goblin wrestled with her.

"Peter! Help me!" she called for him. I thought that the Green Goblin was gone, she thought to herself. If this isn't Norman Osborn, who is it? And where is Peter?

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