Mary Jane Watson felt so comfy and warm. She was home, in her room, changing into her Happy Bunny pajamas. Her red hair was brushed straight, and her pink pedicure stood out from under her long pants.
And yet…she still felt vulnerable and at risk. That something was going to come out suddenly from the dark and kill her. And that she'd be all alone. She just didn't feel safe.
Spider-Man swung over to Mary Jane Watson's house a little later.
"M.J." He said, landing outside her window. One hand was above it and one to the side as he peeked his head through. Mary Jane jumped.
"Ugh! You scared me!" She said.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Just a little shaken up. Of course, you wouldn't know. You left so fast I thought that you were on the run for murder."
"Close enough." He laughed.
"What?"
"Never mind. I had to drop Amanda home."
"You mean…she knows?" Mary Jane asked.
He nodded. "When I was shot she found out."
"Oh my god. You were shot?" She got up and walked closer to him.
"Yeah. Don't you read the tabloids? I called her."
"You could've called me!" She said angrily.
"Nah...I needed her to know. And this way…she found out."
"I…I thought I was the only one that knew…"
Mary Jane felt an awkward silence coming on, and she was very right.
They just looked at each other, unsure of what to say.
"…Is Harry okay?" He asked finally.
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry…Carnage must have seen me with you."
"You think?" She snapped back.
"I'll see you later, Mary Jane. I'm glad you're okay."
"Yeah. Sure."
And as he swung off towards the Parker household Mary Jane got the chills.
"What a night." She said to herself.
She didn't think of Spider-Man, though. She thought of Peter. Peter Parker. Her ex-boyfriend. Who she still loved. And still feared.