contains nwh spoilers.
we all want that person, who calms your soul and crazes your flesh, and michelle jones, she gave him that.
if you didn't know, you can die from a broken heart: its called broken heart syndrome and with help from the internet it can be cause by, "an extremely emotional or traumatic event —that—triggers a surge of stress hormones."
it is extremely rare but possible.
"good morning." peter lifts his head from his beat up sneakers, "is the morning that bad, it just passed seven o'clock." peter inhales slowly through his nose.
he stared at the girl in front of him, just realizing that he had entered the diner so soon. mj was staring at him and he wasn't confident in himself to sound intelligent. "hello? donny darko, you in there?" mj was getting annoyed and peter couldn't speak. mj was looking at him and he was acting like an idiot.
peter exhales. his palm rubbing against the rough surface of his jean trousers. and nodded, "a coffee." he whispers, "please." it was slightly louder.
mj stares at peter, mouth slightly open with a question in her eyes, as she pours the coffee in the paper cup, "hey have you—" she tries.
the diner door opens at the same time. "mj, i got in! mj, we got in!" his voice was recognizeable as well.
peter turns his head at the voice to only meet ned, his best friend, even though ned doesn't remember anything about him anymore. his throat catches as he sees them interact: both talking to each other seemingly ignoring him in the process, and in some ways, they were.
peter was once told by his dying aunt that: "with great power, comes great responsibility." and peter never really figured out just what that meant until he faces the reality that he just might not be as important to ned and mj anymore, like they were to him, and he didn't know how someone could live with that.
and for all practical purposes, he didn't want himself to be a random presence in this diner, forgetting the memories, and moments, and pleasures that they faced with one other.
he didn't want to still be a stranger in mjs life, that random costumer, who's face you won't be able to recognize at the super market.
ned and peter had to many memories to be left in the furthest part of the hippocampus, even if ned doesn't realize he has them.
so in the end, as mj hands peter the coffee that he asked for, he leaves the envelope that could define the trio's future, and does the one thing he didn't think he would end up doing, he walks up to the two, and introduces himself, going first to mj who stares at his out striken hand, and she hesitates before touching her palm to his.
although, and peter knew it, it really wouldn't change anything, but he sure is hoping it will make a difference.
"hi, my name is peter parker."
