The Tragedy of Mary Jane Stark

The Truth

Peter woke up sensing Mj's heart racing. He sat up to see her breathing really hard. She was definitely having panic attack.

It was 4 in the morning.  Peter noticed on his clock.

"Mj, gorgeous are you okay?" Peter was rubbing her back. "Just breathe okay. In and out." He tried breathing with her.

She shook her head and got out of bed and ran to the bathroom. She ran her head under the sink with cold water.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked softly, handing her a sweatshirt. She grabbed it and walked back into the bedroom. Grabbing clothes and started to get dressed. She pulled her hair up and dried her face with a towel.

Peter stopped her when he saw her try and put on shoes.

"Mj stop, where the hell do you think your going right now? It's 4 am. Could you tell me what's wrong?" Peter said gently grabbing her hand.

"I desperately need to see Dr Strange." She said and went to grab her keys.

"Okay let's talk about this." Peter said walking with her.

"No time." She opened the door.

"Just tell me why we need to see Dr Strange at 4 in the morning?" He followed her out. Not caring that he was barefoot and had his pj pants on, no shirt.

"We don't need to see strange. I need too." Mj said getting on the elevator.

"Well you don't have to tell me why, but I'm coming with you." Peter said standing next to her.

"Okay." Mj pressed the button and they stood in silence. She looked over at Peter. She imagined what he would look like 8 years from now. When they would be 26. Would he still be Spider-Man? Or would Spider-Man retire one day.

Would he have smile wrinkles, when do people start getting wrinkles? Would he have a beard? Definitely not, he still can't grow facial hair.

"You were dreaming again. About the alternate future." Peter said quietly. Mj could keep a straight face anymore.

"Yeah." Her voice broke as she spoke. She quickly hugged his middle. "Peter it sucked. Your never allowed to die. My life is shit without you."

Peter hugged her tight.

"I'm not going anywhere." Peter rest his chin on her head. "So you lived through sex with Harry, throwing up on Harry, then dying at my grave."

"No! That's why I need to see Strange. He lied too me." Mj sniffed.

"What do you mean?" Peter asked.

"I have sex with Harry. I was fine. For two years we even got engaged. However I'm not sure why I hadn't ever told him I loved him. But for some reason he was okay with that. But Norman! It's Norman Peter. I'm worried he's going to be the same as he was in that reality. Hes going to go insane, I think He's going to kill Spider-Man !"

"What? Norman Osborn?" Peter questioned.

"Yeah Peters he's going to go insane. I need to know if that's going to happen in this reality but I fear it has already started." Mj said half sprinting to her car. 

They drove in silence. Peter could tell Mj was upset. He didn't want any to pressure her- though confused why she needed to desperately see Dr Strange still.

"Do you know where he lives?" Peter quietly asked.

"177A Bleecker Street." Mj said instantly, not looking up from the road.

"How do you remember that?" Peter was amazed.

"I don't know. I just remember." Mj shrugged her shoulders. Focused on meeting Strange.