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Where is she?
Peter Parker hung up the telephone and stared at it, as if his gaze would prompt it to ring.
I was a jerk. Could she ever forgive me?
He'd been dumped twice that night, first MJ then Gwen. Peter winced, he didn't blame them, what was he thinking?
The suit. It was that suit.
The suit made him feel an surge of power, and… Anger? Hate? It was like all reason was thrown out the window and destroyed. And it the end, he regretted it…
Ursla came out with a plate of her cookies, she offered Peter one. "They're you're favorites", she smiled shyly. "Uh, thanks, I'm not really hungry right now." Concern clouded Ursla's face as she noticed the telephone. "Did you call Mary Jane?" "Several times. Her phone rings, I leave a message and then- the next day they must be deleted 'cause the machine's never full. She won't awnser." Ursla frowned. "Is she okay? Maybe you should go visit with her?" Peter shook his head "I'm afraid if I do- she'll tell me something I don't want to hear." Ursla nodded sympathetically. "I'll leave these here, if you get hungry." Peter weakly smiled as Ursla retreated back. "Oh, Peter?" "Yes?" "Go visit her. Bye". "Bye."
Peter stared at the phone, set the cookies down and got his coat. Ursla's advice was great, but he needed a man's point of view. Besides the man he was going to had once dated her…
MJ looked at Harry. "Theres more if you want it." "You're trying to get me fat, no, I'm TOO stuffed. Honestly, Harry it was great." Harry grinned.
That smile!
"I'm happy you came." "Me too." For a minute they looked away, MJ knew she should leave, but she didn't really want to. "Har"- "MJ'- They laughed as they both started breaking the silence in unison. "I guess I should be going," MJ said, pleading filling her eyes. The last thing she wanted was to be all alone with the blinking answering machine. Reminding her of the reason she wasn't with Harry. "Don't go." Harry was suddenly close, MJ searching his eyes. Swiftly he kissed her, MJ ignoring all the annoying warning signals in her head. She reciprocated, feeling warmth sweep over her. "Ummmm, Harry." Harry ran his hands all over her, MJ running her hands along his body. Massaging his lean, muscled arms and chest. "
"Mmmm. MJ." She shut him up with a kiss, aware of what she wanted. She lifted his shirt up over his head, then stopped. Harry had a weird look on his face. "What's wrong?" "Nothing- its just"- Mary Jane wildly looked at him. "What? You don't want me"? "No! Its not that- its just"… Harry took a deep breath. "I don't want to be the guy you screwed to get back at Peter. I love you, MJ. And even if you don't love me, I want you to know that." "You're not that guy, Harry. I love you. Maybe when we were younger it didn't work out, we had different ideas, goals." (The picture of Norman Osborn floated in her mind) "Now we're older, we're still the same, but- If anything Peter was the guy I screwed to get over you." MJ gave a weak laugh. "I love you. Please Harry?" "Wait- you screwed Pete?!" MJ laughed at Harry's disgusted look. "No. Not in that sense." Harry seemed to relax. "Does this mean- We're dating again?" "I would like that, if you do." "I do." A smile lit up Harry's face. "You know, MJ, this should've happened a long time ago." MJ smiled. "Where were we?"…