This chapter will show and mention some characters from Euphoria. It took me until Season 2 came out for me to finally watch it.

I heard so much about it being heavy and I saw Rue's emotional scenes on Instagram. At the time, I praised Zendaya's performance, but it was also heartbreaking to me. All the same, I was so happy and proud that she won an Emmy for her performance, and after watching the show; I can damn well say she earned it!

There will also be a scene similar to one from Episode 2 from Season 1.
I hope no one hates me for it

I own nothing from Spider-Man, Marvel or Euphoria

Chapter 3: Old Friends

The next day, after some pressure from their friends, Peter and MJ went to another party. They even invited Ned to come along with them.

Unfortunately, Peter texted that he was gonna be a little late, because of his "job". But MJ told him it was okay.

Once they arrived, Ava greeted them, "MJ, Ned!"

MJ gave a small smile, "Hey."

"Where's Pete?" Ava asked.

"He said he'd be a little late," Ned answered.

"Aww, that's a shame," Ava said. "Oh, well! He's not really missing much. Party's just starting, really!"

The inside was blasting music, filled with patrons, purple-blue lights, and any other college party festivities.

"Just starting, huh?" MJ asked, loudly.

"By the way, love the outfit," Ava commented. "Very risqué~!"

MJ was wearing a red, satin silk blouse that was tied at the front. It had a large "V" opening at the front, which showed a bit of her black-colored bra, and exposed her midriff. She also wore some red pants, her sneakers, and a brown silk jacket.
(A/N: The same outfit Rue wore to that party in Episode 1 of Season 1 of Euphoria)

She gave a small smile, "Eh, it's mainly for Peter."

"Who else would it be for?" Ava joked. "So, refreshments are at the snack table. Help yourselves!"

With that, she walked off.

"Sorry, but I'm gonna go find Betty," Ned said before he took off as well.

"Oh sure, great, leave me by myself!" MJ called after him, sarcastically, before going to get a drink.

Right as she got to the snack table, someone said her name with surprise, "Michelle?!"

Said girl turned to see a face she hadn't seen since middle school; Lexi Howard!

"Lexi?!" MJ asked in disbelief. "Oh, my god!"

The two girls embraced, and Lexi exclaimed, "I just became a freshman here! I didn't expect to see you!"

"Me, neither!" MJ said. "How have you been?"

"Not bad," Lexi answered. "But...you have no idea how much fucked up drama you missed! And this shit happened before and after The Blip!"

"What happened?" MJ asked.

"Hang on, let's go somewhere else to talk," Lexi suggested.

They went outside to the backyard where there was less deafening noise, and sat on one of the couches.

"So, tell me what's been happening," MJ requested.

"Well, first off; you were completely right that Maddy and Nate were gonna get together," Lexi answered. "And they hooked up like crazy!"

"Seriously?" MJ asked. "How are they getting on?"

"Their relationship is...fucked up," Lexi said. "They love each other, but Nate became so volatile. They took multiple breaks but always ended up back together. I mean, she had bruising on her neck one day and she kept saying that Nate didn't do that, but I know she was lying."

"God, that IS fucked up," MJ groaned.

"Kat struggled with who she was for a while, but she's okay now...I think...," Lexi continued. "Cassie...ended up having a baby from one of her boyfriends... But she got an abortion..."

"Oh, I see..." MJ said. "Well, it probably wasn't the right time, anyway."

"So, what's new with you?" Lexi asked, then she noticed MJ's black dahlia necklace. "Wait, where did you get this Venetian glass flower necklace?"

"Oh," MJ giggled a bit as she fiddled with it. "My boyfriend, Peter got it for me during our summer trip to Europe two and a half years ago. We actually got together after he gave it to me."

"Oh, yeah, you and Peter Parker!" Lexi exclaimed. "How's he doing?"

"He's grown out of his awkward phase, but he can still be a dork and a nerd," she answered. "But I still love him."

"Aww, that's so sweet!" Lexi squealed a bit.

"He...he even helped me get through something that happened...when my dad showed up..." MJ managed to say, trying not to get too emotional.

"...Oh..." Lexi whispered in realization.

"It became one of the many reasons why I love him so much," MJ continued.

"I see," Lexi said with a smile. "I'm so happy for you, MJ."
She then whispered in her ear, "Have you two had sex yet?"

"Oh...on a few occasions," MJ replied, not even trying to deny it.

Lexi gave her a scrutinizing look, "No, it's more often than that. I can tell!"

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't," MJ replied. "Who can say?"

"I say you're full of shit," A smooth, deep, male voice spoke out, causing MJ to groan silently.

Ethan Johnson, one of the popular guys who was the same year as her, Peter, Ned and the rest of their friends. He was tall, with a skin complexion that was darker than hers. He exuded confidence in all that he did, especially when talking to girls. Most of the girls on campus thought he was charming and attractive; MJ found him to be nosy and intrusive, and although she couldn't argue about his looks, she wasn't about to fawn all over him.

Problem was, since near the end of freshman year; he'd set his sights on her and wouldn't back off.

"Misha, I find it hard to believe that you and Shrimp have fucked," Ethan commented.

"Okay, one, I've told you to stop calling him that," MJ responded coldly. "Two, it's really none of your fucking business."

"Don't you have some brain cells to kill, Ethan?" Lexi asked.

"I'm just keeping two lovely ladies company," he replied.

"We didn't ask," MJ retorted.

"Em, if you was my girl, I'd never leave you alone at a party," Ethan continued. "I saw that Parker didn't arrive with you."

"Not by choice, I was at work," Peter's voice spoke out as he approached.

Ethan glared at Peter, who came and sat down by MJ.

"Sorry I'm late," he said before he kissed her on the lips, which she returned.

Ethan walked backwards into the house, giving Peter the middle finger the whole way.

"Pete, this is Lexi Howard, an old friend from middle school," MJ introduced them.

"What's up?" Lexi asked as she and Peter shook hands.

"Nice to meet you," he responded.

"Well, I'll leave you lovebirds alone," Lexi stated as she got up.

"Good seeing you again, Lexi," MJ said.

"You too," she smiled, then went to enjoy the party some more.

Peter kissed MJ some more, until "Party Up" by DMX came on, then she brought him back inside to dance.

He chuckled, but went along with it. All the bright lights and many other patrons jamming to one of DMX's greatest hits really made things lively!

During the whole thing, however, Ethan sat at the sidelines, glaring hatefully at Peter.

"Dude, let it go," Randy told him. "Those two are inseparable. Not to mention that she's turned down every guy that's asked her out or flirted with her."

"And those that really don't take a hint, end up on the receiving end of her wicked right hook!" Kenny added. "Just ask Chad."

On the dance floor, MJ asked, "Crazy onetime idea; wanna get high?"

"Get high?" Peter questioned, a bit surprised. "Are you serious?"

"Like I said, just once," MJ assured him. "And it's only weed."

"...Eh, why not?" Peter shrugged, and soon, they went go find a quiet place to smoke.

Eventually, they found an empty bedroom, after discovering many of the others were locked and the all too familiar sounds of sex could be heard through them. Peter remembered to lock the door as MJ sat down on the bed and got out the weed. She rolled up two joints, one for her and for him, then held up the lighter.

"You ready?" she asked as she held a joint out to him.

"At the risk of sounding like someone from the 70s," Peter began. "Let's go to Mars."

She chuckled, lit them, and they both took a drag. Then, MJ puffed out some smoke.

"I think I feel it already," she said.

She fell back on the bed, looking at the ceiling. Her vision started to get a little blurry and the sounds of the party started to become disoriented and slow.

"...Peter, how are you feeling, right now?" she asked in a slightly slurred voice.

"Like I'm drunk," he responded.

"This is different, trust me," she said.

After a few seconds, Peter started smiling.

"Oh, yeah, I think I feel it, now," he said. "It is different from...from being drunk."

"See?" MJ asked.

"It feels like I'm web-swinging, 'cept I'm not," he fell back on the bed next to her.

They were upside-down to each other, but their heads were right next to each other. If they both looked to the right, they'd be looking at each other.

A couple hours later, they were back at their apartment. Peter was already starting to come down from his high, thanks to his super healing, but MJ was still feeling it.

"You okay there, MJ?" he asked.

"Have anyone ever told you how cute you are~?" she asked in a cutesy voice while pinching his cheek.

"I'll take that as a maybe," he replied.

He helped her to their room and helped her get dressed for bed, where she started teasing him on getting her naked. Peter only rolled his eyes, knowing that that was the weed talking.

After five minutes, she was finally asleep.

The next morning, they essentially woke up at the same time. MJ immediately started kissing him.

"Mmm..." Peter moaned in her mouth before she pulled away and smiled at him.

This led to some morning love-making, in fact, they spent the better part of the morning doing it. They switched it up after a while, MJ riding his cock with reckless abandon. Then when they got bored of that, she got on her hands and knees and he pounded her from behind. And then eventually they moved on to more "porn-like" positions, with her laying on her side, her leg hooked over his shoulder. It was fucking amazing, literally. But eventually MJ had to throw in the towel.

"P-peter! I-I like sex as much as the next girl, but seriously...I think we're on like, round twelve... C-can w-we have a break?"

"Yeah, fine," he replied before he went to the bathroom. She just laid there for a minute, panting to get her breath back.
"You okay?" he asked from the bathroom.

"How...are you...not exhausted?" she asked breathlessly.

"Super endurance and stamina, remember?"

MJ laughed, "F-fuck...you're a tiger... An absolute tiger..." He laughed with her, until she clutched her head in pain, "Oh shit, there it is! Weed hangover..."

"You gonna be okay?"

"Don't yell, my head is pounding," she groaned in response. "And my mouth feels dry as a desert..."

Once he was finished, Peter grabbed his phone and looked up how to deal with weed hangovers. Best solutions he found was; stay hydrated, eat a nutritious breakfast, take a shower, ginger tea, drink caffeine, and take any pain-relieving meds.

So, first thing Peter did was put on his boxers, then went to the kitchen to get MJ a glass of water. After that, he went about making breakfast. Nothing too heavy, just some eggs and oatmeal. And some fresh fruit for her. Once it was ready, he helped her out of bed so she could eat. It took a while because at first since MJ thought she would throw up, but she ate slowly. Thankfully, Peter gave her some ginger tea for the nausea. It wasn't something she particularly liked, but she would bear it if it would help.

After she finished eating, she took some Tylenol with water, and took a shower.

After a while, she came back, sighing in relief.

"That's better," she said.

Peter handed her some coffee, "This will help as well."

"Thanks, but how do you feel?"

"I don't have a headache or feel sick, but I've got some shivers and goosebumps," he replied.

"Yeah, those are some after effects," MJ said. "They'll go away after a little bit."

"Except it's dialed up to six, and look..." Peter showed his arm hairs were standing up. "That usually only happens along with my spider-sense."

"Like I said, it'll go away after a bit," MJ said. "But if it persists, maybe see a doctor."

Peter chuckled, "You know I only have a few doctors I can see."

She just shrugged in response.

After class, MJ went to help at the FEAST Center.

She still talked to Joan, who always gave her great advice, and occasionally beat her at chess. But her favorite thing was spending time with the kids.

They were always excited to see her. She always played games with them, like Twister, Sorry!, and many others.

Currently, they were watching The Lion King. (A/N: And I mean the original, not that unnecessary live-action remake.)

They were at the part where Timon and Pumbaa came in. The kids laughed at how funny they were, and sang along to "Hakuna Matata".
Even MJ sang along, too!

"You have a beautiful voice, Michelle!" One of the little girls complimented her.

"Aww, thank you!" said MJ.

As she continued watching the movie, her mind wandered to the possibility of her and Peter having kids of their own one day.

She liked kids and the thought of having one of her own was endearing. Peter had all the qualities to be a great father, but there was still the whole Spider-Man thing to deal with.

Being New York's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man was practically a full-time job. She didn't even know if the thought ever crossed Peter's mind because of it.

Maybe she'd bring it up in the future if/when he proposed to her.

Meanwhile, Peter was perched on a building, in costume, when he saw something fly past him. It was some guy in a suit of armor, silver and plum colored with green lights. The guy's helmet was definitely bug-inspired, if the big green bug-eyes were any indication.

"There's something you don't see every day," Spidey commented. "Almost every day, not EVERY day."

He swung after the mystery man till he caught up and kept a steady pace to match his flight speed.

"Hi there," he greeted. The guy turned to him, but didn't respond. "Where'd you get the cool suit? Did Tony Stark give you a prototype and you made your own additions to it? I dig the bug-theme; you can probably tell cause of my-"

The guy in armor swung at him, which he avoided, but then his spider-sense tingled! The assailant turned around as he kept flying and fired a green-colored laser from one of his gauntlets at him! Spidey web-zipped out of the way, only for the guy to fly away!

"Okay, sorry!" he called after him. "It's a nice suit!"

But it was clear this guy was hostile, so he didn't trust him flying around the city.

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MJ was now approaching a sort of rundown house in west Harlem.

Seeing Lexi again and hearing how the old acquaintances were, she decided to get in touch with an old friend.

She banged on the door a few times, then a tall white guy with ginger-colored hair in a buzzcut and blue eyes answered.

"Yeah, the fuck you want?" he asked, in a stoner kind of voice.

"Jesus Fez, I know it's been a while but you don't treat friends like that," MJ remarked.

The guy squinted to get a better look at her, "Michelle?"

"Yep!"

Fezco was another old friend from middle school, but MJ heard he dropped out of high school. She also heard that he'd gotten into drug dealing, which she wasn't particularly happy about, but she wasn't gonna lecture him.

"So, Miche, what brings you down to my neck of the woods?" Fezco asked.

"I saw Lexi at a party the other day," she said. "She told me what's happened with everyone, but I wanted to see you in person."

Fezco let her in, "You seem happier since I saw you last. Is there a dude involved?"

"His name is Peter Parker," MJ replied. "You'd like him. He's an all-around great guy, Steve Rogers would be proud."

Fezco chuckled, "That's fucking rare."

Right as MJ sat on the couch, Fezco's phone buzzed. He checked it and immediately started cursing, "Shit! Are you fucking serious right now?!"
He went over to the table and grabbed a walkie-talkie, "Yo Ash, they're here for some reason."

MJ watched him curiously as he walked over to the couch and pulled a Glock 17 out from between the cushions. MJ's eyes widened a bit as Fezco checked the mag, reloaded and cocked the gun.

"Michelle, I'm serious right now," he told her. "Just stay right there, keep your mouth shut, and be cool. These dudes ain't fuckin' around."

MJ decided that it was best not to argue, so she stayed where she was sitting as Fezco put the gun back between the cushions.

A fourteen-year-old boy with black hair in a buzzcut went over to the door and let three guys in. The first was a Hispanic man in his 40s, with some face tattoos. He wore a black leather jacket and mostly dark clothing. The second guy was also Hispanic, but much younger. The third guy turned out to be Ethan!

MJ remained stiff as the first man spoke to Fezco; just his voice gave her unpleasant chills. She figured he must've been Fez's supplier, or one of them at least, but she could tell from his voice that he was dangerous.

The first man noticed her, "Who's she? Your little bitch?"

MJ stiffened up even more as she felt the guy hovering around her, like he was examining her. She now felt self-conscious in what she'd chosen to wear; a thin-strapped, crop top that showed her naval, and a pair of cut-off jeans.

"Nah bruh, she's like my little sister," Fezco answered.

The man knelt down to look her in the eye, and held out his hand, "Well hello there, little sis." MJ took his hand, which he then kissed. "My name is Mouse."

MJ looks at Fezco, as if asking him what she should do. He gave a hand signal to "stay calm".

Mouse went through a list of every drug he brought for Fez and Ash to sell, and MJ stayed quiet the whole time. Fezco tossed the second guy a brown paper bag, full of cash, which he started counting.

"Sure you don't want no Fentanyl?" Mouse asked.

"Nah, man, I'm cool off that shit," Fez responded. "There's too many ODs, and I don't want the heat."

"How bout you, little sis?" Mouse asked MJ. "You ever try Fentanyl?"

"You stop right there," Fezco interjected. "Last thing I want is for her to get involved in that shit, all right?"

Mouse ignored him and sat next to her, even lightly brushed her hair,
"You gonna let big brother speak for you?"

MJ glanced at Fez, "I-I don't know."

"Don't look at him, look at me," Mouse told her, and she nervously turned to him as he kept brushing her hair. "You ever try it?"

She shook her head. Him messing with her hair made her really uncomfortable, but she couldn't do anything to stop him.

"Yo, for real, bruh. I don't want her fucking with that shit," Fezco insisted.

Again, Mouse ignored him, "You know that feelin' when you cum so hard, you can't feel or hear shit?"

"Y-Yeah," MJ answered nervously.

"You like that feelin'?" Mouse asked rhetorically, getting out a curved pocket-knife and put some Fentanyl on it. "Then you gon' love this."

He brought it up to a few inches away from her face, "I-I...I'm good. Thank you."

"What, you don't trust me?" Mouse questioned.

"You, for real, man," Fezco insisted. "She's good."

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," Mouse barked, while still looking at MJ. "Ain't nobody talkin' to you. Go on, don't be scared. It ain't gonna bite you."

MJ really didn't want to, but feared something worse might happen if she refused.

'Dear God, I know I'm not a praying woman, but please, God,' she prayed in her mind. 'I'm begging you, do not let me die tonight. Let me see Peter and my friends again.'

Then she tentatively opened her mouth over the blade. She carefully licked the drug, making sure not to cut her tongue.

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Chasing this "Beetle" guy turned out to be quite the challenge. Since he seemed to do anything and everything to get Spider-Man off his tail. From blowing up cars, to leaving people in jeopardy, and firing lasers at the web-slinger!

Thankfully, Spidey was always quick to respond at saving people, and avoiding the lasers, just to get back after him.

The chase eventually led to an office building, where Beetle crashed through the windows and quickly executed every security guard/thug in the room, save for one; a tall white man wearing a fancy Italian suit.

Beetle aimed his gauntlet at the man, only for him to chuckle, "So, this is Hammerhead's retaliation?"

Before he could fire, Beetle was suddenly tangled in webs, courtesy of a web-grenade.

"Ah, Spider-Man," The man addressed the web-head, who was clinging to one of the walls. "It's an honor, really."

Spidey made note of the man's grey hair, which helped him figure out who he was,
"Let me guess, Silvermane?"

"In the flesh," The man responded, grinning. "By the way, have you two met? This is Abner Jenkins, better known as The Beetle."

Spidey quirked one of his 'eyes', "Seriously? Kinda on the nose, don't you think?"

Beetle finally ripped off the webs and fired laser bolts at the web-head. He jumped out of the way, and kept doing so as Beetle fired more lasers at him! He finally maneuvered to land right in front of him and punched him in the face, but it barely fazed him. So Spidey fired two weblines behind Beetle and pulled whatever his webs had stuck to, which happened to be a couch! It crashed into Beetle, but he didn't stay down for long. Once he was up, he fired more lasers at the hero!

"You know, for guy who doesn't talk; you sure make a lot of noise," Spidey commented as he dodged and webbed up Beetle's gauntlets. Only for him to fire missiles from his shoulders! "Oh, come on!"

He managed to dodge most of them, but one managed to hit him! It didn't kill him, but it definitely busted a few ribs, knocked the wind out of him, and sent him flying out the hole in the window! He quickly webbed to the side of the building and took a moment to collect himself. He then web-zipped back up to the fight, only to see Beetle was gone, and Silvermane was on the floor with a gaping hole in his chest.

"Dammit!" Spidey cursed in anger.

His HUD identified something odd about Silvermane's prints; they didn't match. Confused, Spidey went over to inspect the body, and noticed something weird on the neck. Groaning a bit, he pulled at the skin on the neck, and it started to come off! This wasn't flesh, it was a latex mask! Spidey pulled the rest of it off, revealing some guy he didn't recognize. Most likely one of Silvermane's men.

Silvermane had placed a decoy in his stead, just in case something like this happened. Spidey had to give credit; the mob boss was smart. But this left a big question; where was the real Silvermane?

He didn't time to think about it since his HUD showed MJ was calling him...

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After like, thirty seconds, MJ felt it. She couldn't deny, it was a great feeling...she went completely limp and fell onto the couch on her left side.

"It hits quick," Mouse stated. "You like the way that feels?"

"Yeah..." MJ slurred. Fentanyl definitely wasn't a hallucinogen or anything like that, it kinda just makes the whole world feel soft.

"You want a couple of patches, girl?" Mouse asked.

"Uh, okay," she slurred in response, not able to think straight.

Mouse slid a few more patches into her pocket, "That'll cost you 300." MJ only moaned in response. "Come on. Pay up, lil' sis."

Mouse started smirking at Fez as he rubbed his hand against her thigh.

"I only have ten dollars," she mumbled.

"I said 300."

"I'll just... I'll just give it back."

"I got a strict no-return policy."

"Yo, Mouse. Let me pay for it, man," Fez spoke up, hoping to prevent a situation, already not liking the current situation.

"I thought you was too good for Fentanyl," Mouse taunted. "What is it? Everybody's changing their motherfucking minds on me?" Fezco slowly moves his hand to the couch cushion where he stored the gun. "If she can't afford it, she gonna have to find another way of paying me. Straight up."

"If that's the payment, can I hit that?" Ethan asked, stroking MJ's cheek. Mouse smirked at the request.

"Yo, man, just let me pay for it. I got the money right here," Fezco reached into his pocket and stood up, passing it to Mouse.

"Damn. Big bro must love you," Mouse cooed at MJ, who responded with a goofy grin. "It's gonna cost you 600 now."

"Damn. You gonna do me like that, bruh?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna do you like that. Straight up. Get that shit," Mouse stood up, took the overcharge from Fez, counted it quickly, then nodded. "There it is. It's always a pleasure doing business with you."

As soon as Mouse, Ethan and the other guy were gone, Fezco took the patches from MJ's pocket.

"Go flush that shit down the toilet, and go grab the Narcan, just in case," he instructed, passing the patches to Ashtray, who obliged.

Fez stared at MJ with concern. He needed to make sure she got to somewhere safe. She couldn't stay here... He checked her phone, looking through her contacts, till he saw the boy she'd mentioned; Peter Parker.

He tapped the name and held it up to his ear as it rang.

"Hey MJ!"

But Peter didn't recognize the voice that replied. "Uh, this ain't MJ. I'm uh...I'm her friend, Fezco. You're Peter, right?"

"Yeah..." he replied, the icy tendrils of worry slowly creeping into his heart.

"Uh, something... something happened. Can you pick her up, man?" Fezco asked, giving Peter his address and apartment number. He had a sinking feeling that would come back to bite him in the ass, but it needed to be done.

"Sure, I'll be right over," Peter hung up, feeling even more worried. He needed to stop by campus first.

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Peter was now out of costume and in the passenger seat of Ned's car as he drove to the address.

"That's it, right?" Ned asked.

"It should be," Peter said as he and Ned pulled up and parked, and as soon as they stopped, Peter immediately got out. "MJ! I'm here!"

"Dude, be careful!" Ned called as he got out with him.

Peter knocked rapidly on the security door. Fezco opened the inner door, and he recognized the teen from MJ's home-screen, "You Peter?"

Peter nodded vigorously "Yeah, and this is my best friend, Ned. Where's MJ?"

Fezco opened the security door and let them inside, "She's on the couch, but uh...she's a little..."

"Peee~eeeter? Is...that you?"

MJ was strung out on the couch, right where Fez left her. Peter was by her side in an instant, stroking her face so very lovingly.

"What the hell?!" Ned questioned. "What's wrong with her?!"

"If you did this-" Peter hissed.

"Hey, hey, before you say anythin'," Fezco began. "I didn't want her to have anything to do with this."

"Anything to do with what?!" Peter questioned.

"My supplier, Mouse, made her take fentanyl," Fezco answered. "Fo' real, man, not my fault. She visited up at the worst possible time. Not that I blame her. Mouse is a fuckin' psycho man..."

Peter took a slow breath to calm his nerves. Fez had to have some scrap of decency in him, if he was concerned enough to call him.

"Fine. Thanks...thanks for calling me."

Fez nodded slowly, "No problem, man. You should probably take this...just in case." He handed Peter a can of Narcan.

"If this ever happens again, hide her," he said as he gently picked MJ up.

Fezco nodded.

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Peter and Ned brought MJ back to their apartment and put her in bed.

"How's she doing?" Peter asked.

"Not sure how to answer that," Ned responded.

"I love you guys so much..." MJ slurred.

"Maybe she'll come out of it, soon?" asked Ned.

Peter shook his head, sighing, "This could last seven to seventeen hours."

He sat next to her, and she got really handsy, "Peter, will you marry me...?"

"Whoa, MJ!" Peter cried, his face turning red.

Ned laughed at his embarrassment, only for his friend to give him hand signals for "Get her some water and sleeping pills". Ned gave the "OK" sign and went to the kitchen.

"I love you so much, Peter..." MJ moaned. "Let's make babies..."

Peter groaned and rolled his eyes. Whatever it was she took, he hoped that this didn't last. Ned came back a few seconds later with a glass of water and some pills. He gave them to Peter, then helped MJ sit up.

"Could you open your mouth for me?" Peter requested.

"Why?" MJ asked. "Are you gonna kiss me?"

"If you do what I ask, I will," he smiled.

She opened her mouth, and he slipped the pills in, then made her drink some of the water. Then he gave her a brief kiss. Ned gently laid her back down and she soon fell asleep.

"Okay, good, she's asleep, now," he said.

"I just don't know how she's gonna feel tomorrow," Peter stated.

"Well, that's what the Narcan is for," Ned told him.

Peter nodded, "Thanks for driving me over there."

"Dude, it's no problem. But you should really get your license. I'm sure Mr. Stark had some cool car made for ya."

Peter chuckled, "Maybe, but I've got the web-swinging."

"But not good transportation for dates," Ned reminded him.

"Touché," Peter snarked.

They did their handshake, and Ned headed out.

The next morning, Peter woke up to the sound of irregular breathing and painful groaning.

"MJ?" Peter called as he went to go check on her. He saw she was laying on her side, curled up and shaking. She cried a bit like she was in pain.

"MJ!" he cried as he ran over to her, gently holding her hand.

"P...Peter...!" she whimpered.

"I'm so sorry..." he whispered to her.

"Not...your fault..." she managed to say, before she groaned/cried again. "Fuck...it hurts...!"

"Shh..." Peter whispered as he hugged her, but not too tightly.

He spent pretty much the entire day taking care of her, even when he got alerts on his "Spidey App" about crimes going on. As hard as it was for him; he ignored them. Being Spider-Man was important to him, but MJ was even more important, and right now, she needed him. When she needed to eat, he carried her to the kitchen. She didn't have enough physical strength at the moment to even walk. Then, he helped give her a bath. Not too hot or too cold, and that seemed to help her relax a little more.

As the day went on, MJ's pain started to fade away.

She threw up a few times, and at one point she started sweating profusely, along with a fever. To help that, Peter took her to the bath again and turned on the shower head. But the water was on cold.

MJ tried to wrap herself in a towel as the water rained on her,
"It's cold. It's cold, Peter. It's cold..."

Peter gently tugged the towel away, "MJ, you have to break your fever, baby."

He then gently rubbed her face and forehead with a washcloth as she shivered. She whimpered as she turned over, but he still gently wiped her face before he put a damp cloth on her forehead.

Another problem she had was that it was painful to urinate, but she tried to bare through it.

By the time he made dinner for them, Ned dropped off some Aleve medicine to see if it would help.

"Thanks, Ned," Peter said. "I'll let you know if she feels better."

By the next day, she was feeling mostly better. She was strong enough to move on her own and she wasn't in pain anymore. But she felt drowsy and had some difficulty concentrating on things, so she wasn't well enough to go back to class yet. Still, she assured Peter that he didn't have to stay to take care of her.

He told her to call her, though, in case there was an emergency.

Which she promised to do.

Sorry this took so long.

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