Peter lay on his bed, his hand under his head, and had a conversation with himself and the Spider-Man.
"Why should I keep trying?"
Because, Parker, it's right.
"Everything I do turns out wrong. Because I was too busy with Venom, Amanda's mom got mugged. I really like her."
No, she's just a rebound. You like Mary Jane. You always have. And you always like being Spider-Man. You know you can do some real good. You already have.
"What? What good have I done?"
You know the specifics yourself, Parker. From the Sinister Six to helping out the Avengers! You are a hero.
"Not everyone says that."
So what? Screw them! You know what's right in your heart. Uncle Ben did, too.
"Don't you drag him into this!"
I don't have to. He's the reason I'm here. He's been dragged into this from the start.
Peter sat up, putting the talking to himself to a halt for now.
Uncle Ben...
Peter could remember the night he died. He could remember how clear and sad his eyes had been. He could see the disappointment on his kind old face. He could recall what a jerk he'd been right before his uncle's death. He could remember it all. Clearer than the day he found out his parents died.
There was a knock at the door, knocking him out of his trip down memory lane. He hustled down the stairs before Aunt May got up from the couch. She was engaged in an exciting episode of 'The Young and the Restless'.
"I got it, Aunt May."
She didn't answer.
Peter opened the door. There was Mary Jane, her face stained with tears. She threw herself at Peter, hysterical.
"M.J...M.J..."
"My, is something wrong, dear?" Aunt May said, drifting her attention to Mary Jane.
"No, Aunt May. No...Mary Jane, come on, come upstairs. We can talk."
She nodded, trying to pull herself together.
Mary Jane literally collapsed on Peter's bed, hugging the pillow he had just been lying on. It smelled like the shampoo he used...it smelled so refreshing to her.
"Peter...you're here. You're okay."
"Mary Jane, was gonna call you...I figured you saw."
"I couldn't watch you die, Peter. I couldn't just stand there and watch my best friend get electrocuted to death. I ran out of the room, Peter. I was so scared, Peter!"
"Well, so was I! I was the one who almost died. Don't you think I was scared?" He said, not meaning to sound as harsh as he did.
"Spider-Man? Scared...I...I never really...you're Spider-Man..."
"Mary Jane. I'm scared. Okay? I realized that today. I'm scared to die. Can't you see that? I'm still the same fifteen-year-old kid, with or without that mask. Any teenager would be scared to death."
"Why didn't you...why didn't you beg? Why didn't you cry?"
"I was in shock, appropriately enough. It was unreal. After all my time as Spider-Man, that it could end. Just like that. I wanted to cry, M.J. Cry real hard. Cry for hours. Just sit there in front of everyone, in front of Electro, Torch, Venom, Thing, and just cry. Cry for you, cry for me, for Aunt May, for Uncle Ben."
Peter got up, undressing so he would be only in his costume.
"Come on, I'll swing you home."
"Where are you going?"
"Someplace I realized I really need to be, M.J. Someplace I really need to be."
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, guyz. thanks for all your support! This is totally my fave story so far, I hope you all like it! Something big is on the way...just you wait!