"Mary Jane?" Spider-Man called, halfway through the window. He prayed he had the right house.
"Tiger!" Her voice hurt his head; it was so warm and welcoming. In came the redhead, her big eyes gleaming, her lipgloss sparkling. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he stepped inside the apartment.
"How's my favorite husband?"
He didn't answer her.He studied her, trying to remember. His brain frantically searched for memories so he could twirl her in the air and say he loved her more than anyone else in the entire world. But he couldn't. He had been so sure he would remember her--he had been positive he would recognize her! But he didn't. She seemed like a long-lost friend he hadn't seen in years.
Mary Jane knew suddenly that something was wrong. He wasn't being funny, or anything like his normal self. She backed away and looked at him, too.
"Peter? Is everything okay?"
"Not really, Mary Jane. Something...happened. Have you been watching the news?"
She shook her head. "I was at an audition. What happened?"
He sighed. "I have amnesia...some things I remember...some things I don't. And I...I don't remember you."
Mary Jane's eyes were wide with disbelief. "Petey, it's me. MJ! You have to remember me!"
Spider-Man moved closer to a mirror and looked at his masked face. He then pulled his mask off. He did not recognize the man who was facing him in the reflection.
"What did you call me?"
"Peter. Peter Parker! You work as a photographer...you must remember!"
Peter sighed. "I don't...I mean...Jameson--he hates me, right? And then I'm a member of the Avengers...kinda...but...how did Uncle Ben die? I don't remember...I don't..."
Mary Jane wiped a tear from her eye. This was devastating! She smiled. "Hey, for better or for worse, right?"
Spider-Man didn't know what to say. What could he say...he didn't even remember his own wife! Who the hell was he...Peter Parker? That sounded like such a loser comic-book name. What the hell was next, Clark Kent?
Spider-Man didn't want to face his wife again. He sighed, telling her that he had to try some other methods to regain what memory he had lost, before the Sinister Six attacked again.
"Your Uncle was shot, Pete. You could've stopped the man, but you didn't. It was early in your days as a superhero...Aunt May just got ill. You recited words from Peter Pan as she died in her bed. They both loved you very much, and you loved them."
Spider-Man put his mask back on. He left via the window from which he entered. He could hear Mary Jane's cries as he headed through the concrete canyons of the city.