"What... what do you mean?" Peter stumbled feeling his heart race.

"Life seems so boring, doesn't it? I don't have many friends... I'm glad you make my life less boring. Ya know?" She smirked and stood up. "I'm going to the bathroom to get some hydrogen peroxide for the bloody carpet, stay here ok?"

"Sure thing." He smiled with his slightly crooked teeth. MJ turned and rip toed out the room.

If you thought he was actually gonna stay, you were wrong. He pulled on his mask and tightened his suit around him to hide the bandage. He got up on the walk and climbed to the ceiling.

That's how he snuck to her desk and grabbed some paper. Was he gonna confront her dad? Heck no! Was he gonna give him a warning in writing signed by spider man? Duh.

Peter wrote his little message down and even gave it his signature. Guess the man got an autograph of sorts.

Peter climbed out of MJs room and into her living room where the slob could be heard in the kitchen breaking things in frustration that MJ hadn't cooked him anything. Peter tapes his message to the TV screen and returned to MJs room.

Just in time to cause she got back seconds later.

"What took you so long?" Peter rolled his eyes after having just pulled off his mask without her notice.

"Uh huh. For that you get to clean the blood." She said and tossed the hydrogen peroxide bottle and rag at him. "Get to work."

"Ugh Fine!" Peter said dramaticly and started cleaning.

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Peter woke up the next morning in his apartment alone. Actually he wasn't alone cause he could hear Aunt May breaking stuff in the kitchen. She was so clumsy

Peter rolled out of bed lazily and pulled on some clothes most likely from the floor. Then he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and hair and maybe pretend to shave. He saw a start of a moustache last week! He could still have hopes of facial hair!

He tumbled out of the bathroom and headed for the kitchen. Aunt May had uh... failed... at making breakfast so he just ate cereal. After a couple minutes he gave May a hug and left to walk to school.

But.. he had different plans.

He pulled on his web shooters and, out of costume, flew threw the city. He kept himself hidden pretty well actually. He found himself at MJs appartement. Why not walk her to school?

He landed at the base of the building and went inside. He dashed upstairs, flight after flight. Why he didn't take the elevator, was a mystery.

Her room number was insight and he stood before it hesitantly. He raised his knuckles to knock on the door but froze. He could hear inside. He heard them.

Her father boomer like a squeaky bear trying to intimidate a dragon. Except the dragon was small and wingless. And Peter felt he needed to give that dragon wings.

He pulled his hand away from the door as he heard MJ crying. She had caved in, and her father continued to yell. Peter knee something, she wasn't going to school.

Peter ran back down to the lobby and left. He dashed into an alleyway to quickly change into his suit. He didn't know what had come over him.

As the scarlet and blue suit tightened around him, he began making his journey up the wall. He climbed to MJs window and waited for her to come in her room. He sat on the window sill patiently. He heard a door slam and then MJ threw hers open.

He looked into the light emitted from the door way where she stood. Her beautiful face was broken in tears with a bruise on her forehead. She froze in the doorway, seeing Peter.

She quietly shut the door and dashed to the window. Throwing it open she wrapped her arms around him. Peter felt as though his heart shattered, having seen her in this state.

He found no words for the situation, so silently hugged her back. She nuzzled her face into his warm chest and let him dry her tears. She ended up sitting on the window sill with him holding her tight as she silently cried without exchanging words.

Peter finally broke the silence. His own voice seemed like a Some what distant cry of help. Like he hardly even recognized it on his tongue.

"Come on, I'll take you away from here." He said and pulled her face closer to his. Her chocolate brown eyes seemed to dance in a pool of tears blossoming from her face with flushed cheeks. She took no words to respond, and simply nodded her head.

Peter managed to smiled as he pulled her onto his lap. She wrapped her arms carefully around his neck and he finally jumped off the window. How good it felt to finally feel free!

He let his webs and the wind carry them. He cradled her neck and she buried her nose in the crook of his. Her cheeks were hot but felt cool in the wind as the lapped over the city in on great leap.

They passed the school, and continued towards the ocean. The sea breeze filled their nostrils but it was disguised by the smell of smoke, people, oil, gas, and so on. The city felt and ugly shade of grey but together their hearts warmed it, filling the empty gap of the crowded New York.

It was just a canal dock, but that's where they landed. It was nothing special, nothing bad. It could have been in better shape too, but it was the one quiet place the two could share.

Peter set MJ down on the dock and sat beside her. A couple ferries passed by, making water crash against the cement. MJ has stopped crying Ann's instead smiled as the New York breeze filled her curly brown hair.

"You better now?" Peter smiled warm and genuinely.

"Yeah, your right. I can't stay there any longer." She had a glazed look in her eyes and tears threatened to fall again.

"True, but I don't want to lose you either." Peter said. "I don't think any one does. You have lots of friends who are here, ready to listen. You just need to speak out."

"It hard... how bout we run away together? You and I?"

"That seems a bit far fetched." Peter chuckled.

"You could... live with me. May would be willing to, and maybe we could be your foster home."

"But then you would be my brother and... I can't live you like that. It's wrong." MJ sighed. Peter realized what she meant.

"Just do me a favor?"

"What's that?" She rolled her tongue.

"Never go back there, ok?" Peter was serious.

"Sounds easier than it is." MJ leaned over on Peter's shoulder. "Your am amazing person Peter, but you can't control that part of my life. We can ignore it for now."

"Next time he so much as touched you and I will throw him off your roof!" Peter said sarcastically at the wrong time.

"That's a bit much." MJ chuckled. The mood has lightened.

"Anything for you, MJ."