Author's Note: So when MJ was viewing one of the artifacts in the museum, she mentioned that Fisk used the samurai sword to cut Peter like a pork-sausage. Then she tells the story of how she stole her dad's car to drive Peter to the hospital. (Pre-canon)

This is one of Mary Jane's Nurse MJ moments that she mentioned.

Eighteen year old Mary Jane was studying for her Biochem exam when she heard a loud thud coming from the roof. Dropping her textbook, she opened her window and poked her head out. She tried to investigate what caused the commotion when a familiar masked face appeared before her.

"Hey, MJ." Peter's muffled voice sounded weak from under his Spider-Man mask.

"Pete!" She exclaims in surprise as she saw him.

He removes his mask and asks, "Can I come in?"

Mary Jane finally noticed his current state. Peter looked beaten and exhausted. His face was covered in cuts and bruises, his suit was shredded and filthy. She sees Peter holding his chest and then saw the huge gash on his sternum. "God, Peter. What happened?" Wasting no time. She pulled him inside her bedroom and made him sit down on her bed. She ran to her closet to find a first aid kit.

"Oh... you know. Just a normal night in the city." He nonchalantly says but then groans in pain as he limps inside her room. I had to fight this crime boss named "Kingpin." Man, you should've seen him, MJ. The dude's huge! He's almost as big as Rhino even though he doesn't have a mutation." He attempted to keep things light but MJ saw him clutch his side when he was laughing.

"Not funny, Peter." She reprimands him when she comes back holding a med kit box. She pointed at the slash on his chest, "That wound looks deep and you need immediate medical attention.

"But..." Peter tried to protest but she wasn't having it.

"No buts! I'm taking you to the hospital."

"Wait!" She grabs her wrist before she can talk some more, "Could you atleast help me out of my costume? You know I can't go to the ER as Spiderman.

"Oh," MJ's face flushes, but then shakes her head and nods. "Y-yeah of course. Arms up." She helps him stand up and and raise his arms. She slowly pulled the skin tight top over his head.

"Sorry," she apologized after seeing him grimace from the effort. 'Why did he have to make his costume so tight?' She thought absentmindedly as she tugged the sleeves off his arms. He used to wear just a red and blue jacket and a ski mask, whoever gave him the idea to create a suit made out of spandex, she doesn't know.

She finally managed pull down the upper part of his onesie costume and got a better view of his torso. The slash ran diagonally across his shoulder down to his ribs and he had other cuts and bruises on his skin.

"Oh my God, what did that guy do to you?" MJ puts a hand on his arms as he inspects his other contusions.

"Errmm," Peter swallowed nervously, "He might've also used brass knuckles and beat the hell out of me... hehe." He grinned sheepishly making her glare at him.

"This isn't a joke, Pete. Why were you fighting that guy anyway?"

"Officer Davis was investigating this case and he had this hunch that he might be the leader of all the crime families in New York. Yuri told me to do a recon mission but when I got there, he was about to ship a truckload of guns to the Maggia. Things got ugly after that after I tried to stop him." Peter sighed, "The worst part is that he got away."

"What did Yuri say?"

"She got mad at me, to be honest." Peter shrugged. "Says that it was stupid of me to disobey my supposed to be "recon mission only."

"Well, she's not wrong. It was stupid... and reckless."

"Yep, I'm starting to think so too." He plops back on the bed then winces again.

"Hey, let me clean your wound first." MJ grabs a gauze and a rag from the box. She sits next to him and starts wiping the blood of the gash, "Can't have you bleeding out on me."

"She started wiping the blood leaking from the gash. Peter winces and grabs her shirt from her hip to hold on to. After wiping the blood and applying some anti-bacterial ointment, MJ dressed his wounds in clean bandages.

"There, all good." She smiles at her work and pats Peter's uninjured shoulder.

"Thanks, MJ." Peter smiles weakly at her.

Silence enveloped the room as they stared at each other for a moment. Peter was gazing deeply into her blue eyes, while MJ noticed how cute he looked even though he's all banged up. Then they realize that they were sitting very close to each other and awkwardly moved away from each other. Both blushing hard, Peter reverted his hand from her hip while she did the same from his shoulder.

MJ faked a cough to break the awkward tension, "W-we should get going."

"Right, right." Peter nodded and grabbed his backpack. "I'll just change into my..."

"Yeah, you do that." She didn't let him finish and immediately bolted out of the room. She closed the door to give him some time to change into normal clothes. After a while, he called for her to come back.

She went back inside to find him only half-dressed. He had some jeans on but his shirt was still on his hand.

"Umm, could you help me with this." Peter says shyly and Mary Jane remembers that he can't raise his arms without hurting his side.

She walks over to him and takes the shirt from his hand. As she was helping him get dressed, she took a good look at how his body has changed ever since he got his powers.

For as long as she can remember, Peter was always a scrawny kid. From middle school up till high school, he and Harry were always being targeted by Flash Thompson and his goons. Although when Harry's dad, Norman, hired a bodyguard for Harry, all those blockheads focused on Peter. It was hard seeing him being picked on everyday but that was years ago. Everyone had moved on and changed. And now that she's looking at him again, she sees all the years of strenuous crime fighting has done to his body.

He no longer look sickly thin and gangling. MJ takes a good look at how defined the muscles are on his chest and abdomen. The veins on his arms bulges when he flexes his biceps. She realized she staring and quickly looked at the floor before he notices.

"Thanks," Peter mumbles awkwardly as she finally pulls the shirt down completely.

"Yeah, no problem." MJ says, finally looking up to meet his eyes.

Another silence as they stare at each other again. Peter opened his mouth to say something but MJ beat him to it.

"I'll go get my dad's keys." She says as she grabs her jacket hanging from the door. "We can probably sneak out since my he's is asleep at this time." When she sees him just standing and looking at her, she sighs and grabs his hand.

"Pete, snap out it." MJ playfully teases then pulls him out of the room.

They quietly tip-toed downstairs and they saw the faint blue light coming from the living room. They peeked inside where they found Mr. Watson snoring with is mouth open on the lazyboy chair and the TV was on a shopping channel.

She and Peter finally got to the car and MJ drove as fast as she could. They arrived at the hospital 11 o'clock. Peter explained that he fought with a rabid cat. MJ shook her head, embarrassed at his measly excuse, while the nurse and the doctor looked at him skeptically. Fortunately, the doctor decided not to ask more about it and immediately brought Peter to the infirmary.

They finished up around midnight and MJ had to drive Peter home too. "So what do you think May will say?" MJ casually asks as she and Peter sneak again to the back door of his house.

"Uhmm..." Peter stops walking and doesn't say anything. MJ immediately knew what he was thinking.

"Peter Parker. You have got to stop hiding these things from her." She reprimands in whisper.

"Well what do you want me to say?" Peter argues back, also whispering. "Hey Aunt May! Don't mind me, I'm just swinging around town chasing robbers and fighting incredibly dangerous supervillians all while still trying to survive high school." He sarcastically demonstrated then glanced back at her with wide, terrified eyes. "May. Would. Kill. Me."

As much as she hated to admit, Peter was right. He can't just go around saying that he's Spider-Man to everyone. As far as she knows, she was the only one who knew Peter's secret, and thinking about how she found out, well... let's just save that for another day. But it's the constant worrying about his life that keeps MJ up at night. She can't sleep thinking that something will happen to him while he's saving the city.

Instead of saying something back, MJ stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him. Careful around his ribs because it was still hurting. She felt Peter stiffen but he didn't hesitate and hugged her back. He buries his face on her shoulder and took a deep whiff of her perfume, it helped calm his nerves. When they separated, she held his face in her hands.

"Just promise me you'll be careful, Peter." She says. She was sincerely concern.

"I will. I promise," said Peter.

They hugged again and cherished the comfort they found in each other's embrace.

Author's Note:

Sorry it's short and the ending's kinda cheesy. But I'll update again maybe this week.

Let me know if you want to see more of reckless Peter and Nurse MJ. Thanks for reading!