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At the top of their shared apartment, Mary-Jane laid just beyond the glass, sunset red as her hair. The room was quiet until a soft thud was heard above her head. It breaks her from the book she had no real interest in reading. Heart filling with glee, her red lips curl into a bright smile, for that could be only one man her Peter. Putting down her book she run up the stairs of their shared apartment, to some this might seem like an overly joyful reaction, but they'll never know the gamble it is to date a superhero. Every hug, every kiss, every touch could be the last. The thought rang through her brain but she pushed it away. "Today is not the day I loose you" she muttered to herself with a gentle smile.
Hitting the door with a soft knock she asked "Hey Tiger you decent?"
What came back was an heart stopping science, a bit more frantic she asked again "Baby? You okay? Can I come in?"
Still no reply. Chills ran down she spine "fuck it". Opening the door she felt cold, the prick of warm tears in her eyes.
What lay before her was a sight that would keep her up at night. It was Peter, still in his Spiderma suit, or what was left of it. Ripped from head to toe, she couldn't even tell what was suit and what was skin he was so encased in his own blood. Limbs so broken, the red head swore she saw the white ting of bone. Worst part is, this wasn't the first time she saw him like this, and she knew it would be the last, that thought alone made her fight back the vomit in her mouth. She had to stay calm, she won't cry, not yet, right now she just had to be their for Peter.
"Lightly inching to the bed, her fingertips caressed the wooded frame "T-tiger?" She spoke sounding more broken then she wanted to.
Opening his puffy eye to reveal the bloodshot iris, he tried to form words but all that came was a hollow scracting sound. Quickly but softly the ginger lifted his head up to rest it between her legs. Her normally fiery voice turned into a gentle calm "What is it sweetheart, you don't have to talk but can you show?"
His hand weakly motioned to his mask. Mary-Jane follow his instruction, peeling off the spidey mask as softly as she could, it was almost too much to bare, seeing that face, the face of the sweet nerd who use to follow her around high-school like a lost puppy, the face of her warm and caring husband who's arms she would fall asleep in every night, that face broken and beaten. MJ wished with all her heart that she could take him to the hospital, but she knew she couldn't, she promised him knowing that if she did it would be over for all of them, secret identities are a bitch. But seeing him like this, helpless almost made her reconsider.
"Peter please, we have to take you to the hospital. God please you need this" she begged like it was her life on the line.
Peter shot up, wincing but ignoring the pain "no no no, I'm fine see, healing facter's already at work" he gave her a goofy little smile, which she returned with a small smirk. Healing factor or not though, she still wanted to take him to the hospital, but having this conversation many times before, she knew it was a battle she was going to loose.
Her painted fingernails stroked his cheek with a reluctent sigh she agreeded "Okay. Then what do you need?"
Peter gave a light chuckle "a bath might be nice"
"Anything you want" helping her husband to the bathroom, she had him sit on the toilet seat, she took notice of him weakly taking off his costume.
"You think I'm not gonna help you with that?" MJ said giving a little laugh
"Oh sorry, I can save the world but I can't take off my suit" Peter said dripping with sarcasm
"Shut up" Mary-Jane said with a playful smile. Peter's back on his bullshit, good that means he's feeling better.
Slowly taking off each part of the costume, Mary-Jane kissed every scar she could find, notice that his bones were already going back into place. After turning the nob to a sweet warm, the both got in. Gently washing away all the blood, she finally found a face she recognized and loved.
The red head got out first having a towel already prepared
"Thanks babe you think of everything" Peter said
"I know" MJ gave a wink and helped him out of the bath
The cool air felt wonderful on Peters skin, looking down he remarked "That's a lot of blood"
"No shit Sherlock" MJ said stroking his hair
Peter snickered "no I mean on the floor"
"Oh, why the hell didn't we take those off in our room, it's already bloody"
"Because we're idiots" they say in tandem
"Yup okay, well I'll just deal with that later. But right now how about we lay on the couch?" Mary-Jane suggested, already grabbing his hand.
And their they lay, gentle, serene, at peace, the only sound to be heard was the calm breaths they shared. The moonlight in all its glory as Peter layer their in her arms.