While out on patrol, Peter gets into an accident that leaves him helpless in an alleyway. What happens when a certain redhead finds him and quickly realizes that 'The Amazing Spider-Man' doesn't even remember who he is? *Amnesia* *Slow-burn romance*...
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Chapter Sixty-Six
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It only took ten minutes to swing Mary Jane home to her apartment - all the while, he gave her a brief explanation of what was going on regarding Walter Hardy and why it had been so urgent for him to leave the party as soon as possible. Mary Jane understood, and stated that at least he had been able to enjoy a large portion of his birthday party.
She was so considerate of every aspect of his life, always accepting the fact that he had responsibilities to uphold.
God, he didn't deserve her.
When he landed on the fire-escape right outside her bedroom window, she retracted her limbs from where they had been wrapped around his torso and nearly stumbled onto unsteady feet.
"Whoa!" Peter held fast onto her shoulders, ensuring that she was sturdy before he let go in favor of bringing his hand up and tucking it under her chin. He tilted her head upward, so that her green irises connected with his in the shadows of the alleyway that they were hidden in from stories above. "Are you going to be alright?"
She nodded, and Peter took the time to run his gloved thumb over the skin of her chin. "I'll be fine, Tiger. I'll just sleep it off."
"You sure?" He couldn't help but ask, which got him a raised eyebrow in retaliation.
"Trust me. My fluffy pillow is calling my name," She quipped before bringing a hand up to cup her ear, "You hear that? 'Mary Jane! Mary Jane! We beseech you, Mary Jane!'"
"Beseech?" A laugh tore out of him as he shook his head at her, wondering exactly what it was that he was going to do with her.
A snort left her as she shrugged one shoulder at him. "Hey. You knew I was dramatic before getting into a relationship with me. You agreed to all of this."
Gesturing to her own body, Peter couldn't help but appreciate the display as his gaze roamed. "You're right... I did agree to all of this."
A sputtering laugh escaped from her throat as she pushed at his chest. "Go. You're on a time-crunch."
"Wait-" Peter protested before he willed a part of the nanites to retract just enough so that the bottom part of his face was no longer covered. Then he stepped right into her personal space and wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her close so that her body was flush with his, before he whispered, "One last kiss..."
Then, he planted his lips against hers, the kiss was sweet, tender - but also with an air of promise, leaving him on the cusp of begging for more.
