WHAT IF

What if Spiderman and MJ went to a therapist

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Disclaimer: I am not a Marvel geek. My apologies in advance if I botch any established  cannon/misrepresent any personalities.

Therapy Session

Both Peter Parker and Mary Jane wore sullen expressions as the door leading from the lobby to the office within opened, revealing an average-looking woman with brown hair tied back into a ponytail. She gave the two of them a soft smile. “Mr. Parker? Miss Watson? Doctor Doodles (🤗🤗) will see you now.”

“Alright,” the boy sighed as he stood up from the lobby chair where he’d sat, flicking away the brown hair that had hung into his eyes and briefly adjusting his blazer. He didn’t smile.
If anything, his expression seemed to darken as he neared the room where he would meet the therapist that he’d scheduled an appointment. The girl followed after, an annoyed expression on her face. Her red hair swayed slightly as she followed the boy into the office.

As they entered, they observed the small room. It looked less like an actual office, and more like a casual living room. A large couch sat against the left wall, while a comfortable-looking armed char sat opposite of it. Between the two sat a glass-topped coffee table with a small vase of flowers in the center.

In the armed chair sat a tall, thin man with wrinkled dark skin reminiscent of that of a raisin. His head bore silver hair around the edges and around his face, but none to boast of on the top of the head. His dark eyes were warm and welcoming, and a small smile formed on his lips.

“Have a seat, Mr. Parker, Miss Watson. Please make yourselves comfortable.”
They both nodded silently, each sitting at opposite ends of the couch as though trying to distance themselves from each other as much as possible. Neither of them returned the man’s
smile.

“Now then,” he said with a very slight rasp in his throat. “Why don’t you both tell me what the trouble is? Remember, I’m licensed to work with superheroes. Any trauma you may have is more than welcome to be brought up. Don’t think you need to hide your secret identity and whatnot,” he said, glancing at Peter.

“And remember, nothing said in here is allowed to leave this room. This is a private matter, whatever your issue may be. And finally, remember this: I am here to help you, not to harm you. Any questions I ask are with the intention of helping the both of you. Are you both ready to begin?”
There were several moments of silence. What followed was like an explosion. Both Peter and Mary Jane began talking at once, beginning to shout as they both attempted to overpower the other’s voice. The shouting continued for several seconds before the elderly man raised his hands, calling for their attention. They both quickly fell silent, though they both shot each other menacing glares. The older man seemed to note these glares, but continued to smile warmly.

“We’ll do this one at a time,” he said before gesturing to Mary Jane. “Why don’t you tell your side of the story first? Mr. Parker, we’ll get to you next.”

The red-headed girl nodded before speaking. “Well, it’s this relationship. Peter is always throwing himself into reckless situations, and he’s so busy ‘saving the city’ and all that I barely
get him to myself anymore! Not to mention the fact that he’s always talking about Gwen! I swear, sometimes it’s almost like she’s the only girl that ever existed to him, and she’s dead!”