Mary Jane was all alone in her room, tears dripping from her eyes. Peter...Peter...Peter Parker...
The phone rang and she pulled herself together. She picked it up after the third ring, wiping her eyes.
"Hello?"
"M.J.? Hey, it's Peter. Look, thanks-"
"Peter? PETER! Peter! Oh my god, I thought you were dead!"
"Dead?" He asked.
"Dead! You were carried off by
Electro...he killed you! He did!"
"What news channel were you
watching?" he asked again.
"I was in the bathroom when it happened. I couldn't see you die, Peter!"
"Yeah, well, I didn't die. Electro let me go."
"No offense, but what an idiot." She giggled.
"I know."
They talked for a half-hour about his fight, and Mary Jane smiled even wider with each word Peter said. But then she remembered he dumped her because it was too dangerous for him to have a girlfriend who knew about his identity.
After his chat with Mary Jane he called Amanda, for no apparent reason. He cleared his throat when someone picked up on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Amanda? Hey, it's Peter."
"Pete. Hey. Oh my gosh..."
"What?" He said, is voice full of curiosity.
"My mom...she was...she was mugged."
"What?"
"Yeah...she was mugged. Oh god Peter..."
"What?" He said, asking again loudly.
"Peter...I thought he was good, I thought I could trust him..."
"Who?"
"Spider-Man." She answered. "He left her there, left her to die. He literally stopped and chased after someone else. He left her, Pete. Just left her."
With every word Amanda said, Peter felt more and more guilty.
"I know...I know you know him, Pete. And if you see him, if you see him, tell him, tell him I hate him. My mom's in the hospital. She's unconscious. Still unconscious! Because of him."
Peter sat on his bed after hanging up.
No matter what I do...
It's not fair. It's just not fair.