Harry heard the penthouse door opening. "Dad?" His voice was shaking, night after night his father's voice had been shouting in his mind. Bernard entered, and judging from the concern on his face, he must've heard. "Mr. Osborn? A visitor to see you. A Ms. Watson?"
Harry's face lit up. "Send her in." Bernard bowed and left. MJ stood in the doorway, her long red hair loose and she still wore her Jazz Bar uniform. "I hope its okay, you see, I was around and, I"- Harry raised an eyebrow. MJ blushed and looked down.
"Okay, not really. Is it okay? Are you busy?"
Her eyes nervously scanned the large room. Harry grinned. "If you consider stacks and stacks of papers from OsCorp busy." MJ stared, "I'm so sorry. I should've called"-
Harry reached her, gently pulling her inside. "Just kidding. Besides, I'd never turn you away." MJ smiled, Harry already calling Bernard. "That's okay Harry, I'm not hungry." "Feeding you at the place you're working?"
"Sorta."
"Sorta?" Harry was raising an eyebrow again, prompting her. "Well, we have this kind of policy that we get free drinks if we work late." Harry nodded. "So, they sorta feed me." "Not good enough. BERNARD!"
Bernard shuffled into view. "Yes Mr. Osborn?" "Food, Bernard?" Harry prompted. "Yes, Mr. Osborn". Harry gestured to MJ to join him sitting down. "You don't drink though." MJ blushed, secretly pleased Harry remembered. "Sometimes."
An uncomfortable silence followed, and MJ could tell Harry was wondering about Peter and MJ's presence. MJ placed a hand over his. Harry looked at her, his eyes searching hers. "Peter came to the jazz bar". MJ couldn't help it, her insides felt heavy and she started sobbing. "He brought some girl form his science class". Harry looked at her, his eyes filled with concern.
"He did some dance, and, and..." Harry wrapped her in his arms, stroking her hair. MJ was aware of how close he was, and she felt protected. "It was h-horrible." Her chest was now heaving from crying and she brushed at her eyes with her shirt. "Sor-r-ry, I don't usually fall apart like this." Harry shook his head. "Its okay. Why'd he hurt you so much?" MJ cried harder at the concern in Harry's voice.
"H-h-he didn't even come and see me!" Harry held her close, kissing her red hair. MJ wrapped her arms around him, holding tightly. Harry shut his eyes, any moment now she'd be pushing him away and leaving. Guilt would take her back to Peter.
Peter! How DARE he hurt her!
MJ felt Harry slowly lifting her tear stained face. Gently he kissed her, MJ was too surprised to move. Then she felt herself kissing him back. Harry smiled. "I wonder where Bernard is…"
A/N: please review! Too sappy? Or cute? It'll heat up, I promise!