Hey, you lot. What do you think so far? I think it's pretty good. I'll try and update as often as I can. Oh, yes, and a note to one of the reviewers, yes, MJ and Pete must have done it before. I decided to leave that out for the rating's sake, as well as the fact that stories with that kind of graphic make me sick. Oh, yes, and I put the spider-sense thing in because why not? Use your imagination. Happy now? Ok, you're forgiven. But one of the minor requirements with my stories is LATERAL THINKING. If you ever come across one of my stories, and you don't know why the hell I did it or whatever, then just say 'Why not?'
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Peter and Mary Jane had taken safety measures. Aunt May had moved in with them, so she could mind Mary Jane while Peter was out. They had been constantly avoiding Harry, so he didn't see her when it started to show.
For the next two months, Peter didn't have any dreams. Everything seemed fine. He tried to spend as much time as he could with his family, instead of spending hours swinging round the city.
Things were easier, much easier. But, as fate would have it, Harry hadn't given up on Peter yet, it seemed.
Aunt May had gone out to do the shopping, leaving Peter and MJ alone in the apartment. Peter leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
'You want some sandwiches? I'm starving.' He asked.
'Yeah, love some. Thanks, Pete.'
Peter got up to go to the kitchen, and he turned around.
She was dead.
Harry's laugh echoed…
Peter woke up in a sweat, and his eyes burned, threatening to spill tears. He saw his wife in the dark, and tried to reach out for her, but he could hardly move. The dream had drained a lot of energy this time. He called her name.
'Mary Jane…' he croaked. He said it again, louder this time. She sat up, and saw him – hair matted and damp with sweat, breathing heavily. Being sensible, she called Aunt May.
'Oh, Peter! What happened?' she asked, as soon as she saw him.
'Harry.' He said. 'He's getting closer.'