The Tragedy of Mary Jane Stark

Interrogation

                           After the tragedy

"You don't remember do you?"

"What?"

"I mean it's normal when things that traumatic happen your conscious kinda... buries the pain. But Ms. Stark really think back, what was the last thing you remember before all this happened?"

Mary Jane Stark sat in front of what seems to be a FBI agent of some kind. He had a partner in the room with him. She sat in a chair behind him. She wore a jacket that bore an odd symbol Mj had never seen before. A circle but with a sword like thing. Surely not another faction of S.H.I.E.L.D. Poor Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff pretty much had to take it down themselves, with the help of dear Sam Wilson and 'Fury' as he liked to be called.

Natasha... why does that name make Mj's body hurt. No mere name should cause this much pain, no name should make you physically ill, a feeling of drowning, just by the mention of it. Why does it hurt to think about this woman named Natasha.

"Ms. Stark you look a little green. Do you need some water? Coffee? Well actually I don't think we are authorized to give you any sort of well anything you can in-jest. Not yet of course until - we just need any information you have about the tragedy."

Officer Woo. That was on his badge. Mary Jane heard sobs from the outside of the door behind her. She attempted to turn her head to face the door but she was detained. A collar around her neck, thick and cold. It was beeping. Her hands had the same thick metal wrapped around them as well, they were to her sides of course.

That's where hands typically rest when your in a straight jacket. The sobs were unbearable to hear, Mary recognized the sobs but did not know how.

"Who is that, Officer Woo, who's crying." Mary Jane's heart hurt, this person was in distress and she knew somehow it was her fault. She wanted to fix it, she needed to comfort whoever that was.

"I'm sorry Ms Stark I'm not authorized to tell you." Officer Woo looked sympathetic, he knew who was crying, he knew it would just make her panic more if she found out who it was.

"I'll ask him to quiet down." Officer Woo's partner finally got up from her chair and spoke. Agent Rambo, Mary Jane caught a glimpse of her tag when the agent walked by her to get to the door. Mary Jane desperately thrashed her head trying to turn around to see who was on the outside of that door but failed, the metal collar wouldn't let her. "Mr. Parker I know this is upsetting but if you really want to be here you have to quiet down. We are still trying to get her to talk. It's just a little distracting, I'm so sorry Peter."

Peter? The name alone just made her heart race. But who was Peter, she knew him she knew him! But how and why. She cared deeply for this... this... this Peter person.

"Don't hurt her please she didn't know what she was doing. Please ma'am she wouldn't hurt a fly it's not her fault. Please please please. I just want her back. I just need to see she's okay." Peter sobbed. Mj knew that she loved this Peter, she had to of some how. Why couldn't she remember. She needed to get his attention, to make him see she's okay

"Peter?? Peter I'm okay, I'm okay I- I think." She shouted still attempting to look at this Peter. She wanted to comfort him some how. He was in distress over her, she had to make it better for him.

"Mary Jane?? Mj?! Please Ms. Rambo please just let me see her!" Peter seemed to be sobbing harder now begging this Agent to let him see Mary. Maybe if she were to see Peter she'd remember him.

"I'm sorry Peter you aren't technically supposed to be here even. We are pulling a lot of strings to get you to even just sit outside of the room. When we are done you may see her, but it will be monitored. Again I'm sorry kid. We are going the best we can." Agent Rambo attempted to calm the distressed boy down. Mary heard the door shut and the sounds of Agent Rambos boots clank onto the floor leading her back to her seat.

"Can't you tell this boys in obvious distress?? Please if it will make him feel better just let him in!" Mary begged Officer Woo. This boy she was somehow so attached too was in distress, he was sobbing on the floor for Gods sake.

"Ms Stark I cannot allow that we just need information. Please if you'd just talk to us about it all. We want to help you. There are bad people out there who wanted to kill you. If you'd just talk to us we can help." Officer Woo put his hand on Mary's shoulder.

"Information on what. I don't know what your asking for." Tears were crowding around Mary's eyes, she tried her best to fight them back.

"Well ma'am we need to know why you did this. Why you mentally kidnapped all these people, how did you even find your fathers body. Ma'am, we had no records that you had any sort of telekinesis powers. We are just trying to understand your motives."

Father? Images of a chard face flashes in-front of Mary. The colors blue red yellow orange green and purple? They were forming lines along his face. Colorful lines on his face, him breathing his last breaths. This man was dying. Mary knew him, he had to have been her father she could recognize that. She couldn't think properly all she could pay attention to was the feeling of drowning again. The same feeling she had when somehow remembering the name Natasha. The weight of a thousand tons of rocks were pulling her down. It was hard for her to breathe . Tears streamed down her face she couldn't even try to hold them back. It hurt, everything hurt.

"Who are Natasha Romanoff and Steve Rogers" Mary hung her head in sadness, her words barely audible.

"Mary Jane, did you just ask who Black widow and Captain America are? Mary they are part of the avengers. They were both very influential people in your life, I mean you grew up with them right? Tony stark was very close to all the avengers, I would assume you had at least heard of them before?" Woo had genuine concern in his voice now. Agent Rambos eyes narrowed.

Mary Jane didn't lift her head, things were coming back to her. Tony Stark was her father, Peter Parker was her boyfriend. Even with all this information flooding back to her she could only focus on one thing. The tears that she wept, now puddling on her white pant leg, were not clear like tears would be. The puddle was purple. She definitely did not remember that