Chapter2!
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O yea, the first part happens while Peter's in Mr. Jameson's office. You know what happened. I hope.
May Parker glanced at the clock, it was 6 o'clock. She just hoped his nephew and his girlfriend would show up at seven.
Ding Dong!
The familiar sound of her doorbell was heard. She looked through the little hole in the door to see MJ standing in front of her door. Aunt May opened it and invited the red-head inside warmly.
"Mary Jane! It's been so long!" The ladies hugged, "I thought I told you to come at seven! Where's Peter?"
"Oh, I just came back from work, and I had nothing to do, so I thought I'd come and help with dinner. And what's with your neighbor?" MJ asked, and shuddered at the memory of the 50 year-old man smiling hungrily at her, "Never mind. Peter's at work, but I told him to come at seven. What are we gonna have tonight, Aunt May?" Mary Jane explored the cozy apartment by looking around.
"Nothing special, really...Perhaps you have something in your mind?" Aunt May asked.
"I want it simple." MJ smiled. She set her stuff on a small table.
"Would you like steak?"
"Steak's simple? Wow."
"Oh they're only little leftover pieces. Did you tell Harry to come, dear?"
"As a matter of fact, I didn't. I'll call him right now." MJ reached over to the side table to get the phone. She dialed Harry's phone number. After a long series of rings, there was finally response.
"Yea?" Harry's hoarse voice sounded on the other end. MJ was surprised at Harry's attitude and his croaky voice.
"This is MJ. Aunt May told me ask you to come to her place for dinner," She paused, Harry didn't say anything,"Um, you know where her apartment is, right? It's two blocks away from the hospital, on-"
"I'm sorry MJ, I'm not coming." And he hung up. MJ raised a brow and decided maybe he was sick or something.
"Aunt May! Harry's not coming!"
"Something's wrong with that boy these days. Maybe he still can't get over Norman's death. It's been so long...poor kid..." The old lady said as she walked into the living room from fixing dinner in the kitchen. She sat on the couch with Mary Jane, and looked her over.
"Oh dear, is work that busy? You looked...awful!" Aunt exclaimed, bewildered at MJ's condition.
Mary Jane combed back her bangs with her fingers, "I told you, I just came back from work! And yes, work is busy. It's worth it, though."
Aunt May sighed. She noticed MJ's dress was fairly weird and out-of-place, "What are those?" She asked, feeling the blue spandex patches attached to the young lady's hazel dress, acting as sleeves.
"Oh, these," MJ chuckled, "I wore this dress half a year ago, when Dr. Octavius held me hostage. It got all ripped, and one of the sleeves came off. This was my mother's best-fitting dress. So Peter insisted on sewing these to replace them. He even fixed a lot of tears. He's even better than me in sewing, it's really shameful. Afterwards, my mother saw what he had done, and gave it to me." MJ patted the spandex lovingly and looked as if she was a little girl looking up at the moon.
"God knows where it came from. Spandex...they don't even match with your brown cotton dress!" Aunt May commented, "Speaking of Peter, it's after seven, and he still hasn't arrived."
MJ walked up to the window and brushed aside the floral curtains, only to see a dim green figure flying towards their apartment with smoke trailing behind. She was so familiar with that. MJ gasped, terrified.
"Aunt May! Run!"
The elderly woman stared at her confused and curious," What is going on...!!"
Then the Green Goblin crashed in, knocking the two to the ground. Glass and pieces of wood flew.
"Peter..." MJ prayed for him to save them. Aunt May could be heard sobbing endlessly...for Peter also?
Gloomie's note: I'm so sorry if the first chapter was a bit rushed and the format was a bit confusing. I wanted to add lines through different characters' situations, but I'm so confused with this fanfic creating thing I can't edit it. Maybe someone can help me...
Thanks, people. I'm so grateful [sob sob].
