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Peter sunk to the floor in a whirl of drunken nausea. He hadn’t even had that many drinks, at least he didn’t feel like he did. Peter had a higher tolerance for alcohol since the spider bite since, he had never felt this bad after drinking alcohol. Maybe it was because He felt guilty for not being able to save Harry without hurting him. It’s was his fault that harry was in a coma. He should have been able to get the symbiote off of Harry without him getting hurt in the process. He failed Harry, and he willl never get over this. He was to focused on wallowing in a mixture of self pity and guilt that he didn’t notice MJ walk into the house.
“Jesus, peter how much have you drank. It smells like a bar in here,” my asked concern creeping into her voice.
“Just a few, I only felt tipsy a few drinks ago”
“Peter, you are surrounded by like fifty beer cans you did not just drink a few, you drank enough to down an elephant,”
“MJ, you worry to much I’m fine,” peter slurred. “I’m Spider-Man”
“Peter, just because you are Spider-Man doesn’t make you immune to alcohol poising. You are not fine,”
“I have a higher metabolism I’m fine.” Peter said right before he passed out.
When Peter woke up he was on their bed, under the sheets. MJ must of brought him to their bed. He made the mistake of trying to sit up, waves of nausea suddenly hit him. He groan and MJ looked over to him
“You’re finally awake, are you feeling any better?”
“Not really,” his head was pounding and his stomach was still turning. “Thanks for putting me on the bed but,can we turn off the lights their too bright,”
“Yeah Peter,” MJ said placing a kiss onto his forehead. Once the lights turned off Peter was suddenly feeling better. “Thanks,” Peter muttered.
“Do you need anything else Pete?”
“Can we cuddle please?” Peter basically whined. Without hesitation MJ climbed into their bed and wrapped her arms around Peter. He nuzzled into the warmth and comfort of MJ. They sat together before MJ spoke up “Pete why were you drinking so much?” Peter tensed, he had hoped she wouldn’t ask about it. Sensing Peter’s discomfort she quickly added “you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but if you do want to talk about it, I’m right here Pete.”
“It’s because of Harry. It’s my fault he’s in a coma, I promised him that I would find a way to get the symbiote out without hurting him. I’m a lier, if I can’t keep the people around me safe how am I supposed to keep the whole city safe,” after voicing his feelings peter just broke. Tears streamed down his face, sobs soon to come. “Shhh, it’s okay Pete. You couldn’t do anything, you did what you had to to save the city. It’s what harry would have wanted. He would have told you to hurt him if he knew that would save the city,”
“I know MJ, but I still feel guilty because I promised him that i would save him.”
“Peter, it’s not your fault, you did what you had to do.” MJ reassured trying to get the idea into peters head. Peter knew she was telling the truth. He knew that harry had told him to save the city and not worry about him. He knew all of this but still couldn’t accept that harry was really gone. Harry had just gotten better, and now he was gone. He was truly gone, it wasn’t like his ‘trip to Europe’ Peter knew how sick Harry really was. Peter knew how sick harry really was but he couldn’t do anything about it. Peter wasn’t used to the feeling of helplessness. He was usually able to spider-man his way out of all of his problems. Reluctantly Peter resolved to trying to trust Mr. Osborn to create a cure for Harry. In the meantime he would work harder at the Emily-May foundation. Hoping to achieve Harry’s goal of changing the world.