Peter

Peter stared down at the rip in his suit, yelling internally for going out again even though he had a giant stab wound in his side that probably would have killed a normal person.

He tossed it to the side, looking towards his clock.

3.14 AM

"Great." He mumbled, yawning quietly. He paused when the door to his and MJ's hallway opened, frowning because he was sure she had been in her apartment. He could hear someone bumping into the wall and dragging themselves across it before hearing a loud thump, causing him to peek his head out of his apartments door.

"Holy shit— MJ?!" He whisper-yelled and ran over to the fallen red head, who was groaning in pain. "Are you drunk or something?"

"No..." she answered softly as he lifted her up slowly. "I fell... hit my head on— uh... on the stairs, I think. Pretty hard." She had her eyes shut, probably because the lights were too bright for her raging headache. "My head hurts."

"Let me get you in your apartment. Is it unlocked?" He asked as she hummed in confirmation. Peter draped her arm over his shoulder and huffed in pain as she rested against his wound, the two limping to her door.

Once they had gotten inside, Peter set her down gently on her couch. "I may have uh... also had a few drinks before running out— of my apartme- can you smell the alcohol on my breath?" She asked before huffing out a gust of air into his face, which caused him to hold back a chuckle.

"Just the mint and fireball."

"It was Smirnoff... I think." She groaned and fell back, slamming her head into the wall and let out a cry. "Ooow."

"We'll be careful before you knock yourself out again." He frowned, taking the back of her head and pulling her forward, grabbing a throw pillow and put it behind her head.

"You're really nice, Peter." MJ mumbled as he et her rest again. Peter smiled softly, going to her bathroom to pull out something that might help.

"Do you have any pain killers? I could use one of those..." He muttered while rummaging through her medicine cabinet. He grabbed two bottles, staring down at one of them.

Zoloft
Take once in morning daily

Peter furrowed his brows, setting the bottle back down when he heard MJ grumble.

"Pizza... that always kills my pain." She laughed before groaning again and holding her head. "I think I'm bleeding."

Peter ran out quickly with a bottle of Advil, quickly checking the back of her head to make sure she hadn't, in fact, bashed her head open.

"I think it's just the sweat." He sighed in relief, handing her a pill that she hesitated to take.

"I think I know the difference between sweat and blood. Blood is thicker... like... not black goop thicker but um... uh... what?"

Peter sat down slowly, watching as MJ just stared off into the distance. "How much did you have?"

"Of the stairs? Enough. That's a weird question to ask, Tiger." She hummed with a soft smile, looking up at her glow in the dark stars. "Mm.. pretty."

"I think you should go to sleep. We have work tomorrow." Peter suggested as she shook her head slowly.

"I'm not tired. I took a two hour nap on the stairs." She sighed, leaning back into the couch. She was about to rest her head to quickly, Peter's hand reaching for the back of her head to stop her from slamming it into the wall... again.

"You should try anyways. You're injured.. and drunk." He tried to force MJ to lay down, but she protested, slapping his arm away.

"Don't touch there." She frowned as he did.

"Did you get hurt there, too?" He asked as MJ held her frown, nodding.

"I think I slammed my arm into the stairs.. maybe it was the door when I was running outside. There was a nice man... he asked why I looked nervous."

"Do you remember why?" MJ looked at the boy that sat next to her.

"I don't want you to know... it might hurt you. It's not fun. Seeing your friends remember things they don't want to." MJ pouted, and Peter raised a brow on suspicion.

"What did you see, MJ?" She shook her head slowly. "Hey, it's okay, you know? I can probably handle it." He smiled as she simply stared at him with doe eyes, her brows furrowed together with sadness.

"Didn't you see the news?" She asked, her voice quiet and cracked.

Peter shook his head, heart now pounding with nerves. For a moment, he could have sworn he saw fear flash into MJ's eyes. And maybe it was fear.

A fear she didn't want to relive. Fear that something bad could happen to her. She didn't want to be afraid. But maybe that was the alcohol that weakened her senses.

"Your friend, Peter. What was his name— um... Eddie? No, he's a good guy. Um... Ned? Wait— I don't know a Ned. Uh.. something about a—" MJ snapped her fingers as she tried to recall the news article. "Something about a Ravencroft."

Peter felt like his whole world had crumbled again. Like he was reliving that night. That one night that completely destroyed him. The night his girlfriend died. And his best friend betrayed him.

"Harry Osborne. That's his name, right? He got out of Ravencroft. Killed his sell mate, too. Think it was the Tinkerer. Spider-Man took him down after Lizard. Before Electro, I think."

That was the one thing Peter never wanted to hear. That the guy responsible for Gwen's death had escaped from Ravencroft. That Peter was possibly putting Mary Jane in danger down.

That he could be responsible for another girl's death.

Heyooo it's ya girl responsible for putting you through pain. Don't know how I'll write Harry in this book. Obviously, since the symbiote venom is on the loose, he MIGHT be killed off if I write that Peter gets the symbiote suit. But this Peter isn't exactly a killer. He'd just be a bitch. I'm going to try and have two villains in this book but at different times. Once again, obviously venom is going to be in it. And since I wrote that Harry is out, maybe I'll make him a villain again, maybe I'll write that he wants to be better. Who knows, Osborne's are clinically insane.

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