The Amazing Spider-Man - Love, MJ

VIII

(the ending scene in this chapter will be switched from after him going out as a full vigilante instead of before so I can get more MJ/Peter time)

I sit on the living room couch, head in my hands as I go over everything that happened in the last two hours of tonight. I still had on my work shirt and nametag. The only thing different was my cleaned hands.

"¿Bebé dónde estas?" I hear a voice accompanied with the shutting of the apartment door, my other mom had been called after the incident was sorted and Ben's body had been taken away.

"In here." I whisper, unsure if she could hear me but unable to speak any louder. The look on Peters face was seared into my memory, the sight of him sobbing and begging for help. God, this was terrible.

"Mi amor, are you okay?" My mom appears in my vision as she drops down onto her knees in front of me, still in her scrubs. Her hands find my knees and hold on tightly, grounding me.

"He died. Right in front of me." I whisper, brows furrowed and my hair a mess from fingers constantly running through it anxiously. I wonder what Peter was going through right now, what Aunt May was going through. God, this was fucking awful.

"Was this the Peter boy's uncle?" She asks softly, tilting her head down to look me in my eyes. When I nod her tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth sympathetically as she corrals me into a tight hug.

The smell of hospital and her perfume invading my senses as my face is smooshed into her neck, I let out a small cry without much thought and wrap my arms around her body. I barely even knew Ben—mourning him felt weird and invalid. Maybe I was grieving for Peter. For what he had to go through.

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I couldn't lie here in my own bedroom after seeing that. I couldn't sleep after seeing that. Knowing what Peter is going through. Knowing how he probably feels, alone. I couldn't.

So, that's what lead me to here. Standing outside Peters house without a clue on how to get up—the last time I climbed up it was out of pure adrenaline thinking something was going on up there. Now it was out of pure worry. Can't quite climb with shaky limbs now, can you? Though I did try.

With I grunt I jump as high as I could, grabbing onto the roof's edge. I pull up with all my strength and manage to get high enough to lay my forearms on the rough texture of the roof tiles.

"Pete. Fuck— Peter!" I whisper-shout, if Aunt May was asleep or trying to, I didn't want to disturb her. She just lost her husband; she didn't need some teenager waking her up right after.

There was still silence for a moment before the window slid open and a Peter popped his head out. His brows were furrowed, eyes glassy, and he looked so tired. I give him a wobbly smile, scared to fall.

"Help?" I question quietly, slightly embarrassed. He springs into action after a moment of taking in my position, he steps out onto the roof carefully and crouches down to grab onto my elbows and lift me up onto my feet.

The ease of which he did it still shocked me despite knowing how exactly he had that strength. It was still weird, okay? Hard to get used to. I brush my sweatpants off and sigh heavily.

I look back up at him, and his sad puppy eyes were looking down at me, his lip being worried between his teeth. I sigh again, this one much softer and filled with worry as I take just a few steps forward before pulling the boy into a hug by wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down into me.

He immediately melts into the embrace, wrapping his arms tightly around my midsection. His face finds itself in the side of my neck, skin wetting with his silent tears. And we stand there in the dark on his roof just holding onto each other.