The lights of New York City glittered below Peter and MJ as they stood on the roof of a sky scraper, enjoying the view before Peter would take MJ home. Alexia had gone after the ambulance to see Devon.
They leaned against each other in silence for a minute, Peter maskless with his arm around MJ's shoulder, until he took her hand and turned to face her.
"MJ, I... it seems like every time we get close to really having a relationship, something happens to mess it up. This has been three times now that what I do has put you in danger," he said.
MJ wasn't sure what kind of message he was trying to get across. Was he breaking up with her, after all they'd gone through? It couldn't be. It would break both of their hearts, and he knew it.
"You said a few months ago that you knew that there would be risks in being with me, and that you wanted to face them with me," he said thoughtfully, but a smile started across his face.
"I think that after all we've been through, we deserve a little more happiness."
MJ's eyes teared up, almost unbelieving, as Peter slowly got down on one knee and kissed her hand.
"I know, I don't have a ring or anything to give you right now. I don't know if I can even afford a ring at the moment" - they both laughed a bit at this - " but despite that, I can't think of a better time to say this," he said, starting to choke up.
"Mary Jane Watson, will you marry me?"
MJ smiled so wide that it almost hurt, but she couldn't help it. A wave of happiness washed over her, so strong that it it became difficult to answer.
"Yes," she whispered, then a bit louder, "Yes. Of course I will, Peter."
Peter stood up, and the two nearly fell upon each other, kissing long and passionately until they were both out of breath. Peter held her in his arms for a long moment afterward, looking out at the New York landscape again.
'Mary Jane Watson-Parker,' MJ thought, smiling.
After a minute, Peter pulled back a bit to look at her.
"Think it's about time to go home," he asked.
MJ wanted to say 'no'. She wanted to stay right here on this rooftop with him forever. But the day's excitement and emotional rollercoaster was catching up with her. She yawned, nodding.
Peter stepped onto the ledge as he pulled his mask back on, and offered his hand to her. She took it and stepped carefully beside him. He put an arm around her.
"Hold on tight," he said. She held on as tight as she could, and they jumped. MJ screamed with fright at first, but it quickly turned into an excited laughter as she got used to being so high up, and they made their way toward her apartment.