The Tragedy of Mary Jane Stark

Little Day Out

Mj groggily woke up, head pounding, heart hurting. Another damned dream. Strange said he wouldn't let her live threw her whole alternate reality. But there she was, waking up after living threw that reality again. She wasn't sad anymore just annoyed. Annoyed she had to continue to deal with this shit.

She looked over towards where Peter would be, not there. She looked at her alarm clock with a confused look. 4 am, where was Peter at. They left the party around 2?! She checked every room in her apartment, he wasn't there.

She just shrugged her shoulders. He was probably helping Harry clean up or something. Just in case she grabbed her phone, but Peter had already texted her. Confirming her suspicious.

Peter❤️🕸- hey if you wake up before I get back, I'm at Harry's. Michelle and him totally slept together, I mean I walked in on them when I was saying goodbye. When you wake up we'll spend the whole day together. Remember Spider-Man still owes you that date :) we'll move my stuff in Sunday, Aunt May said 48 hours we got time. I love youuuuuuu

Mj smiled to herself. She loved her dork. She turned on her Spotify letting it cycle through songs. She wasn't tired anymore just bored. But no one was awake right now.

She decided not to tell Peter about her dream. He was stressed enough. And for it to have been about her going on a date with his friend. She figured it wasn't a good idea.

Mj decided to dye her hair, color her roots red again. Tony's brown hair was peaking through her roots. She could hear Peter come in, through the front door this time.

"Oh what the hell." Mj heard Peter groan.

"You okay Pete?" Mj poked her head out of the bathroom.

"Did you light that candle?" He held his nose and looked up and flinched. "Wait what's on your hair. Scared the shit out of me." He laughed.

"I'm dyeing my roots." She giggled.

"Thought you were bleeding my god." He touched her hair. "Oh wait."

"Peter your hand is going to be stained!" She made him wash it. "It does look like blood." Mj joked as he rinsed his hands

"It's nothing new." He cracked a smile. "God that smell is strong."

"It's hair dye! You've never smelt hair dye before?" Mj giggled.

"Absolutely not." He gagged.

"Is this worse than my candle?" She laughed.

"No no- that was horrendous." Peter continued to gag at the memory. "I'll wait on the balcony. Then we can go out."

"Wait you promised me we'd spend the whole day together together. Stay in here with me while I wash this out." Mj smirked.

"Are you trying to burn my noise hairs?" He whined and Mj laughed.

"Please." She innocently batted her eyes at him.

"Miss guilt trip." Peter huffed and sat on the bathroom floor.

"Thank youuu." She said continuing to massage the dye in her hair. "I think I want bangs."

"Do you?"

"Yeah, I think they would look nice." She said playing with her hair. Remembering how cute she felt in her dream.

"I'm sure it would." He assured her. Trying not to breathe through his nose.

"Put that on the list of things to do today." Mj said turning on the tub water.

"I'll write that down, 'hair cut today'?" Peter said pulling out his phone.

"Yes. Also we need to go grocery shopping. I asked you to get eggs like on Monday after patrol. We have no food." Mj said washing out her hair in the tub.