That's Just The Way The World Works

You Do Me Wrong

I can't move... Nor do I want to... My body aches as I lay on my side. I feel MJ breathing next to me. Is she worried about me? I didn't think she'd be the type to worry. Maybe she's not.

I dare to look over at her, over my shoulder. I was happy to find she was asleep... She was laying on her back, her black curls gently laying beneath her head. She didn't seem to have tossed or turned to get to sleep. The sky was a light-greyish blue, toning Michelle's skin and masking her in a soft relaxed light. She was beautiful... I turned over, wincing as the hash on my side stung with an ache that was surprised by my sudden movement. I continue nonetheless and push a hair behind Mj's ear, moving to caress under her jawline before laying soft kisses starting from her ear and then down her jawline.

Mj's eyes start to flutter open and I smile softly. "Good morning." I say tenderly, my voice low and raspy.

She meets my eyes before closing them once more and turning her back towards me, "tired." She says plainly.

I furrow my eyebrows, "Mjjjjjj, you do me wrong." I say teasingly, weakly putting my around her and spooning her. I lay more kisses on her bare shoulder. I feel her hand find mine taking it out from around her then holding it in her own hand. Her thumb rubbed the back of my hand benevolently.

"You do me wrong, Peter."

My kisses stop, and I feel a tightness in my chest form, "... Mj..." I sat up in bed, she didn't let go of my hand. I leaned on my right hand and looked down at her—though she would not look back at me.

"Hey..." I turned her over with my right hand I'd been leaning on. She lets go of my left hand and looks up at me. "What's wrong?" I ask, it was almost a whisper. Her eyes were dark with the little light in the room, but they still had a shine to them.

"Nothing." She utters.

"... Mj-"

She puts a finger to my lips, "please..." she shakes her head a little, "I just want quiet."

I feel deflated but she pulls me down to her face, "just want quiet with you." She whispers, her lips gracing mine. I put a hand to her cheek and kissed her deeply, sucking her bottom lip. She moves to put her hand on my back but it grazes my side and I wince.

"Sorry."

"Nono, it's fine." My lips meet hers again.

She puts a hand on my chest, but all of our movements are gentle.

Soon a ringing started, loud, startling us both. She laughs lightly, relaxing back into the bed, her hand going palm up over her face as I still as above her, looking down at her. "What was that?" I ask with a laugh.

"My alarm... I was suppose to deliver some paintings today but New York's shut down." She smiled at her own interruption—as if it was ironic.

"Right, I need to fix that."

"Mhm."

I'm stuck staring at her, and I see her smile wider as she looks up at me. It warms my chest, "I love you." I say.

"I love you." She says sweetly.

She could melt my heart in an instant. I don't think I've ever loved someone so much.

She pushes my chest up so she can sit up, she crawls out of bed expressing she needed to make breakfast. I let her go and am left alone in my room... then I remember yesterday and my mood is immediately back to my previous state.

I think about the sinister six—the bastards. I guess I couldn't blame them. I am the reason they're in prison—but Otto... What made him switch? The arms, they work? Is the chip still stuck in his neck? Why would he do this?... Why is this happening...

... Well I'm not going to figure it out here...