They just stood there, staring each other down as if trying to read each other's thoughts. Spider-Man was wondering what she was doing there and how she got in there, and she was thinking the same about him. They did that for several minutes, just observing one another.
"What are you doing here?" She asked him. "I could ask you the same thing." He answered back. "I knew you and Peter were friends, but I didn't know you were visiting him." He didn't answer. "So what are you doing here?" He asked. "We're having some trouble in our relationship." He shook his head. "From what he tells me, you ain't go no relationship!" Mary Jane looked shocked. "He told you?" "Pete tells me a lotta stuff. 'Bout you, 'bout Harry, 'bout life. Its kinda what friends are for." Mary Jane looked ashamed of herself. As she looked at her feet, Spider-Man darted for the window, leaving her to sulk and suffer.
Peter Parker walked into his apartment about fifteen minutes later. "M.J.?" He said, closing the door. "Peter, I want to talk?" "About what? How'd you get in here?" "Never mind that, Peter. Look, what happened was an accident. Harry showed up and you weren't there." "I wasn't even a block away. I saw you two walking off together." Mary Jane turned red with shame. "Pete, please try to hear me out." Peter sighed, closing the window he had made his exit through earlier. "I don't want to hear you."
"Peter, I'm sorry!" He didn't answer. "Peter!" Still no answer. "Peter, I love you!" She cried. Peter sighed and looked her straight in the eye. "I love you's not enough," Tears started to drip down her face. "Not this time."
Mary Jane left him that night. Possibly forever. But he didn't really care. The love of his life was disguised as his nemesis. She had her chance. And if he couldn't trust that fifthly, skanky whore now, why should he later on? But, Peter had loved her since he could remember. It's hard for love like that to suddenly die. He knew it would never be vanquished. He just had to move on.
Peter sat on his bed, looking at a framed picture he kept on a nightstand. It was he, Harry and Mary Jane. He thought that they'd be friends until death do them part. Well, everyone thinks wrong sometimes. He had thought he would wind up with Mary Jane. He had been wrong then, too. Peter put the photo face down and picked up his phone. It was really dusty, since he'd been too busy to use it. He called up the Daily Bugle. Betty Brant answered. "Hey. It's Peter. I was wondering if Jonah needed any photos." "Hold on, Pete. Lemme check!" She said. "Sure." Peter didn't have to wait more than two minutes before she came back. "The boss is on a rampage. I guess some shots of Spider-Man might cool him down." Peter smiled, though she couldn't see it. "Thanks, Betty. Catch you later." "Sure, Pete." Peter didn't feel like going out and snapping photos, but someone needed to pay the rent.
Spider-Man snapped a few pictures of himself with his automatic camera later that night, leaping and spinning webs in all sorts of poses. Once he was done, he decided to patrol around the city, trying to be an icon of liberty that the city lacked to see him as. He perceived that the city was different tonight. He didn't know why, or how, but it just did. Spider-Man heard a cry for help not too long into his rounds. He instantly swung into action.
He couldn't see clearly through the dark, but he could get the basic image that it was a girl, and she was being mugged. Spider-Man didn't want to waste his strength now, for this. He just spun a web that hit the culprit on the back, and he tied the end to a billboard. As the man screamed while hanging from the web, Spider-Man splattered some more on his mouth, reducing his hollering to a mere mumble. "You alright, ma'am?" He asked, leaping down from where he was. "Yes," She heaved. "Thank you." He shrugged. "All part of the job." As the moonlight hit the victim, he could tell who it was. "Mary Jane?"
"Yes?" "Good God, woman! Do I not save your ass every week or what?" He said, almost sorry he had helped her. "Well, nice 'ta see you too!" She groaned. "God!" He said, banging his head against the brick wall. He sulked down on the ground and she sat next to him. "Spider-Man, what do you have against me?" She asked him. "Not you, in particular. This whole planet. This whole life. Its supposed to be easy, but its not. Life is supposed to be something I'm good at. I save over a hundred of 'em every damn month, don't I?" She laughed. "You need to calm down." He sighed and stood up. Without saying goodbye, he shot a web and left her. She wondered what if felt like to have webbing slide out from your skin.
Then, he heard another scream. This wasn't the same as he had heard just minutes ago. This was a scream of pure terror. And then, he heard maniacal laughter. A laughter that was oh too familiar.