I finished signing divorce papers, glancing up at M.J and her lawyer, M.J's eyes were cold yet sympathetic. Even despite the circumstances that had transpired to this moment, I could still tell that we'd love each other just as much as before, it'd all be different now though. Rather than lovers, or 'Man and Wife', we would digress-- . . . No, more like, evolve into our old routine relationship. Like the good old days, when Henry wasn't in the loony-bin, and M.J was just M.J, and I, a 17 year old boy, had hopes and dreams of getting the girl. Well, minus the 'getting the girl' part, it'd be a never ending hoop of drama if we decided to relapse into that again.

     The lawyer cleared her mucus filled throat, making me almost cringe up my nose, but knowing it'd just make this situation worse than it was, I decided against it. I slid the papers over to get my mind off the gross sound, to which she crankily grabbed, sliding them over to her side, almost as if I had blood on my hands. By the Adam's-Family-styled- dress she had on and the permanent scowl, adorned with wrinkles, I could tell she didn't like me. She probably didn't like humans in general, unless of course they filled her pockets with that magic green paper.

"Mizz Jane," she cooed in an aristocratic, shrill, voice. " I hope you have a splendid day. . . Oh, and Mr. Parker. . ." Her voice trailed off irritatedly as she eyed me a bit, packing up everything into her black, little, suitcase. "Have a nice one." I felt like she inwardly sneered on that note.

    "Ah, I see, it's always the guy's fault; Typical." Oh how I wished to say that to her crusty-hag- face, but no Peter. Gotta be polite, show the merlin wrong! 

    I forced the edge of my lips to curl into a cheesy grin, my eyebrows flicking up for a moment before my same monotone expression came back, all the while my eyes never smiled at the old woman walking out the door. I sighed, letting the tension out through my chest.

     My fingers dug themselves through my short brown hair in attempt to calm myself. From what, I'm not sure of. If I'd thought of divorcing M.J in the beginning of our engagement I think it would've brought tears to my eyes, but now it doesn't seem like a saddening circumstance, in fact and in a way I feel lighter. I cringed mentally at that thought. I sounded so cold and un-moving to the situation, I shouldn't be thinking like this.

    That's when I felt a small nudge of a shoe on my shin from under the table. Waking up, my head lifted. I was met with those lovely pair of brightly lit, green, eyes that I had loved so much before. I was shaken a bit, feeling nothing anymore for her, and by the momentary look of shock on her face, M.J most likely had the same thought. Those green eyes quickly averted from my brown ones, before flicking back to stare at me in a comfortable silence. After I straightened myself, I grinned weakly, nodding, to which she grinned back, her pale lips opening slightly. Nothing came out for a few seconds, that actually felt to be minutes, but M.J took a soft breath knowing what she wanted to say. 

"Listen, Peter, I'm sorry that we couldn't work it out, and i'm sorry that things ended up this way, and-" I shook my head, my grin turning easy. She would've started to ramble and that would've led to unnecessary tears. 

"It's fine, M.J, just next time you do something pretty out of the blue like this, just remember to tell me the dates." She nodded, her eyes and head bowing as I went on. 

"Oh, and that your lawyer could totally pull off being that giant rock guy from The Neverending Story." I smiled at the thought, and I heard a small giggle from M.J, her laughter seemed to brighten up the room and lift the heavy tension that had plagued the kitchen. 

    She teared up happily, smiling sadly. "I know that we had talked about this beforehand, but I just want to make sure." She looked up to the ceiling, wiping her eyes, in attempt to not smear her eyeliner. Finishing she looked back down to me, her smile calming down to a warm grin. "Let's still be friends alright?"

    I got up starting to walk over to where she sat, bowing down to her level, I hugged her. "Sounds good to me, M.J."

    With that we let go, tears brimming both of our eyes and smiles on both of our faces, just genuinely happy that we got to meet each other, even despite our differences. We said our goodbyes, and she had grabbed the last thing she owned from the living room, waved, and finally left. I stood at the foyer of the kitchen for a while, not really able to see much, but just enough to make those tears thicker. And that was that. I, Peter Benjamin Parker, cried for the hundredth time since meeting that amazing person, and I don't regret a single tear.

    So, as to wrap up this poor excuse of a day, I just came to announce:  "I'M SINGLE!"

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This be the prologue, huh? Not baaaaaaad...

I'm sorry if this was overly sappy and out of Peter's character, but I think it was pretty alright to do, especially if he was going through something like this! I personally have no experience with this type of thing, but I do know that some couples can agree on certain terms and have a 'pleasant divorce'. ( I think it's called. )  Also I apologize to the PeterxM.J readers out there if you're reading this spideypool fanfic! We have no room foe yo hetero here bro!  Anyways, I hope you enjoyed and keep reading!

Also, don't worry, I'll be spicing up the next chapter.  *WINK WONK*