Part 12

If it hadn't been for Mary Jane's cell phone alerting her to an incoming call, the two would have slept for longer than they did. The shrill sound of the device instantly woke them; however, it was the seventh one to go unanswered as once again it went unheeded and forced the caller to go to voicemail.

At the same time, both teenagers took in deep breaths and stretched out under a sheet. The bed they shared for the night was large but they awoke extremely close together. Neither of them wanted to separate.

As Peter finished stretching, Mary Jane couldn't help but look up at him and let out a giggle. She wrapped him in her arms again as he did the same to her.

"Didn't think we would be doing this again, tiger."

"Me either. But I'm glad it worked out this way." He raised her chin up and kissed her before sweeping the hair off the side of her face. "I'm sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. I wanted to. It's just…"

"That doesn't matter now. You're alive and I'm never letting you go."

"What about your boyfriend?" he asked, sitting up.

"What boyfriend?" She rose to sit up next to him.

"The guy you were with back in Times Square. After you posed for the photographer…"

"I posed for another. He's not my boyfriend. He's a model too."

A guilty grin crept up on Peter's face. "He's a model?"

She nodded.

"He's not your boyfriend?"

"Nope. We were posing for more shots." She had a slight smile.

"So there was never a chance that you and him would have…"

"Peter, he's gay."

Realizing the mistake he made, all he could do was snicker with Mary Jane doing the same. When the brief moment of levity ended he looked down at her again. "I've been thinking and I'm serious about this. Since everyone thinks I'm dead, since there's someone else posing as me, I think it's time to stop being Spider-Man and just be Peter Parker from now on."

He paused for a moment to see Mary Jane's reaction before continuing. She just stared back at him.

"I have a chance to start over. I can go back to school, concentrate on classes and be with you whenever I want to without having to run off somewhere. We could go on dates without having to put them on hold while I run off in my colorful underwear to rescue someone or to stop a villain or criminal or crazy person from doing something insane."

Mary Jane moved to face Peter with the sheet clutched to her chest. "Peter, you can't do that."

"Why not? I'll give up the costume for you. It'll just be the two of us with no…"

"You can't do that. I knew you and what you're saying isn't you." She moved closer to him. "I can see us on dates. I can see us together at school or home. I just can't see you turning your back on people who need you."

As Peter looked at her and listened to her words, she moved to straddle his lap.

"You're not going to ignore someone who needs your help for the sake of being with me. I know it sounds selfish but I wish you could stop being your other half too. But I know that's impossible. You were given your powers for a reason. You've not only saved me several times over but you've saved countless others as well. The reason you can't stop doing what you're doing is because you're a hero. That's one of the reasons I love you. You're a hero. My hero."

Her words were not heard but absorbed by him. Like in the past, he was quick to make a snap decision, thinking it was the right course of action without considering those around him. Mary Jane was right. She knew him better than he knew himself. For that, he was more than grateful for her. He reached out to pull her head closer and rested her forehead on his.

"I love you, Mary Jane."

"I love you, Peter."

The two began to kiss again while moving back to a more horizontal position beneath the sheets.

It wasn't until mid-afternoon when the two lovers left the apartment. Peter once again donned his hood and face covering, carrying Mary Jane as he swung toward Queens. She loved the sheer excitement of darting between buildings high above the earth with the wind flowing through her hair and being held by Peter. Kate Winslet didn't know what real flying was, unlike MJ. She couldn't help but pull his hood and face covering off to plant a long, deep kiss on him as they passed over the people far below. It caught him so unexpectedly that he momentarily went off course and landed on the side of a nearby building. With his feet planted on the skyscraper and a hand gripping a webline, he held onto Mary Jane tightly with the other as she lay on top of him while they kissed deeply with the wind sweeping through their hair.

Sometime later, Peter and Mary Jane stood in front of the house of May Parker. For the last several minutes they stood between two houses across the street. He paced back and forth nervously as he tried to decide if this was the right thing to do. Everyone was there inside the house. May Parker sat alone in the living room reading a newspaper while Bobby and Johnny played a videogame upstairs. Gwen was sitting beside the large window in Peter's old room reading a book that belonged to him and could be seen from the street below.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Mary Jane asked.

"Yeah. I have to go home. It's just… I don't know what to expect when I go in there."

"What if I go in with you?" She reached out and took his hand.

With a deep breath Peter nodded and crossed street with her. The two held hands the entire way to the house and slowly climbed the steps to the front door. He reached out and hesitated a moment before ringing the doorbell and anxiously waited for the door to open.

He let out another deep breath as Mary Jane held onto his arm to give him some support before seeing his aunt again. He squeezed her hand gently as the sound of footsteps approached.

"Well," he said. "I'm back."

The door opened.

End

I hope everyone who read this enjoyed doing so. As I stated earlier, I don't like what Marvel is doing with the character and this is my version of what should happen in the Ultimate Spider-Man series, sort of an official – unofficial story.

Also a song that popped in my head while writing this is Placebo's Running Up That Hill. It just fits the overall mood I tried to achieve.

Again, thanks for reading.