Sorry.......guess with everything that happened....real life problems that
have come up and ff.net being shut down for several weeks, I never got to
finish this fic. Hope you haven't forgotten about it, but I kinda forgot to
get the epilogue (which has been done with for months) posted on ff.net!
I guess that this is the last time I can say thank you for all of the great reviews that you have left me. I've never gotten any over 30, much less over 100, so thank you for all of the support! This is it, folks...the epilogue, the last part of this story. Thank you to everyone who like this fan fic.
Anyway sorry for the babbling, thanks again!
Disclaimers all are in part 1.
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A couple of days later Harry's funeral was held. His casket lay next to his father's, the only place that seemed so right for him to rest. Few people came to his funeral since no one really knew him past seeing him the hallways of college or at his father's building. Strangers that worked for Norman Osborn came to the service, yet Peter and Mary Jane didn't see a single other person they recognized.
Mary Jane, dressed in a black knee-length dress, stood facing Harry's headstone. Underneath her dress, white gauze was wrapped around her stomach from the broken ribs and band-aids were here and there on her arm and cheek. Also, a couple bruises wee scattered along her arm. Peter stood at Mary Jane's side dressed in a simple black and white outfit. His right arm was in a sling, compliments of the bullet that Harry had fired at him, but his bruises had almost healed.
"I just can't believe it," Mary Jane said, looking down at the grave. "Less than six months have gone by and already...Harry's dead."
"I know," Peter said. "I...I don't know what went wrong. What happened to him?"
After Peter had been stitched up and sent home from the hospital, millions of questions began to race throughout his mind. Why hadn't he tried to help Harry more? What could he have done differently -- if anything? If he *had* done something differently, would Harry still be alive and he and Mary Jane wouldn't even be here in the first place?
"Peter?" Aunt May called out from behind him.
Peter turned around and watched Aunt May slowly approach the two. "Aunt May," he greeted, wrapping his loose arm around her.
"How are you two holding up?" Aunt May asked, concern clear on her features. "Peter, how is your arm?"
"It's getting better, Aunt May," Peter said. "And...we're..well, okay as can be," he added, looking over to MJ for confirmation.
"It's just so sad, isn't it?" Aunt May asked, tightening her grip around her nephew. She took a step back and looked at Mary Jane. "Hello, darling," she greeted the red-head.
Mary Jane cracked a small smile. "Hello Aunt May," she greeted.
"First his father and now him." She wiped away a tear as she continued speaking to them both. "It's such a tragedy." She looked at Peter and Mary Jane, noticing how solemn their expressions were. "I just wanted to tell you two that I'll be at the wake. I hope that I'll see you two there."
Peter and Mary Jane stood side by side, staring down at Harry Osborn's headstone. They held hands, using each other for moral support. Neither spoke for several moments, not knowing what to say. "We seem to spend too much time here," MJ finally said. "Your uncle...Dr. Osborn, and now Harry."
"I know," Peter said. "I...I didn't know what else to do. He was...there just wasn't any other way that I could think of."
"It wasn't your fault," Mary Jane said, looking at him. "There wouldn't have been anything that you could have done to help him."
"You really think that?"
"That was the path he chose, Peter," Mary Jane said. "He chose to avenge his father's death by going after you." she shook her head and sighed. "He was just...he was insane. He'd gone completely mad."
"No, he wasn't crazy," Peter said calmly. "He was...he was simply a man bent of revenge, that was all that he could really do anymore. I mean, what else was left for him to do but to avenge his father's death?"
"I don't know...maybe seek some psyciatrical help?" Mary Jane asked sarcastically.
"I know that I would have done the same thing if it were you," Peter said sincerely.
MJ cracked a small smile. Even in the hardest and most serious situations, Peter always seemed to make sense of it and prove just how much he loved her. "And I know that, Peter. I knew that you wouldn't give up as long as I was in danger that night. That's why I was okay back there in that building."
"But I was so worried," Peter started, turning his head away from her, refusing to look over at Mary Jane. "I was so worried when I came home that night and you weren't there in our bed. I just thought that it was..." his voice died off for a second as he thought about how he was going to describe to her how he really felt that night. "All I could picture was that the whole Green Goblin situation was happening to me all over again."
"But I'm okay," Mary Jane said, looking at Peter with worry. "Really, I am. *You're* the one who got shot, Tiger, not me," she added, looking down at the blue sling.
"I just...I was hoping that maybe nothing like this would ever happen to us again," he said. "I guess that was wishful thinking, huh?"
"Peter, there will always be things that are out to get you, and since I'm with you all of the time now, I guess that it will only be natural for them to come after me," Mary Jane said. She had to convince him that no matter what they had to stay together. There was no way that she would let them break up over something like this. No, they would face everything together.
"But, Mary Jane...with you as a *friend* I had some hope that you would be safe-"
"Peter Parker, don't you *dare* start that with me," Mary Jane said. I will not cry, she told herself. I *will* not cry. "So, what? One villian comes along and you're ready to give up? To give up on us? Well, it's too late. I love you too much to ever go back to being just a *friend* again. No, that's not going to happen."
"And I don't want that to happen, MJ," Peter said. "God, I love you so much that it hurts...you *know* that. But I don't want a life this dangerous for *you*. You deserve something safer."
"Safer? Peter, this is New York, how much safer can it get?" she asked back at him, raising her eyebrows. "It's just...this is *so* much," she said, voicing her one and main concern. Her life had been pretty average until Spider-man had suddenly appeared, and then all of a sudden her life had been placed in danger twice. "There's just so much to deal with, there are so many deaths."
"*Too* many?" Peter asked. "Is this too much, MJ?"
"No," MJ replied with defiance in her tone. "Nothing is too much compared to being with you. I can deal with all of the rest of the stuff."
"Then what?" Peter questioned. "I know that there must be something bothering you." So many weeks had passed with the two so close to each other that Peter often knew when something was bothering Mary Jane.
"I just want, no...*need* to know...what's going to happen next, Peter?"
"I don't know," He admitted. "What do you want to happen next?" Mary Jane didn't have an aswer to that question. She started throughtfully at him but unable to come up with an answer. "Look...I just need you to be here with me. Just as long as we are together, I know that we can over come it all."
Mary Jane smiled as a tear dropped down the side of her cheek. "That sounds like a good plan," she whispered.
Mary Jane wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her body against his. Slowly, the two met, hugging and kissing each other as they tried to block out all of the pain and heartache. There were obstacles in their future, and they both knew it. However, both of them knew that they could to it just as long as they could do it together.
"I love you," Peter whispered against her cheek before gently kissing it.
"And I love you," Mary Jane replied.
And for Mary Jane and Peter Parker...love was enough.
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Thanks!
I guess that this is the last time I can say thank you for all of the great reviews that you have left me. I've never gotten any over 30, much less over 100, so thank you for all of the support! This is it, folks...the epilogue, the last part of this story. Thank you to everyone who like this fan fic.
Anyway sorry for the babbling, thanks again!
Disclaimers all are in part 1.
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A couple of days later Harry's funeral was held. His casket lay next to his father's, the only place that seemed so right for him to rest. Few people came to his funeral since no one really knew him past seeing him the hallways of college or at his father's building. Strangers that worked for Norman Osborn came to the service, yet Peter and Mary Jane didn't see a single other person they recognized.
Mary Jane, dressed in a black knee-length dress, stood facing Harry's headstone. Underneath her dress, white gauze was wrapped around her stomach from the broken ribs and band-aids were here and there on her arm and cheek. Also, a couple bruises wee scattered along her arm. Peter stood at Mary Jane's side dressed in a simple black and white outfit. His right arm was in a sling, compliments of the bullet that Harry had fired at him, but his bruises had almost healed.
"I just can't believe it," Mary Jane said, looking down at the grave. "Less than six months have gone by and already...Harry's dead."
"I know," Peter said. "I...I don't know what went wrong. What happened to him?"
After Peter had been stitched up and sent home from the hospital, millions of questions began to race throughout his mind. Why hadn't he tried to help Harry more? What could he have done differently -- if anything? If he *had* done something differently, would Harry still be alive and he and Mary Jane wouldn't even be here in the first place?
"Peter?" Aunt May called out from behind him.
Peter turned around and watched Aunt May slowly approach the two. "Aunt May," he greeted, wrapping his loose arm around her.
"How are you two holding up?" Aunt May asked, concern clear on her features. "Peter, how is your arm?"
"It's getting better, Aunt May," Peter said. "And...we're..well, okay as can be," he added, looking over to MJ for confirmation.
"It's just so sad, isn't it?" Aunt May asked, tightening her grip around her nephew. She took a step back and looked at Mary Jane. "Hello, darling," she greeted the red-head.
Mary Jane cracked a small smile. "Hello Aunt May," she greeted.
"First his father and now him." She wiped away a tear as she continued speaking to them both. "It's such a tragedy." She looked at Peter and Mary Jane, noticing how solemn their expressions were. "I just wanted to tell you two that I'll be at the wake. I hope that I'll see you two there."
Peter and Mary Jane stood side by side, staring down at Harry Osborn's headstone. They held hands, using each other for moral support. Neither spoke for several moments, not knowing what to say. "We seem to spend too much time here," MJ finally said. "Your uncle...Dr. Osborn, and now Harry."
"I know," Peter said. "I...I didn't know what else to do. He was...there just wasn't any other way that I could think of."
"It wasn't your fault," Mary Jane said, looking at him. "There wouldn't have been anything that you could have done to help him."
"You really think that?"
"That was the path he chose, Peter," Mary Jane said. "He chose to avenge his father's death by going after you." she shook her head and sighed. "He was just...he was insane. He'd gone completely mad."
"No, he wasn't crazy," Peter said calmly. "He was...he was simply a man bent of revenge, that was all that he could really do anymore. I mean, what else was left for him to do but to avenge his father's death?"
"I don't know...maybe seek some psyciatrical help?" Mary Jane asked sarcastically.
"I know that I would have done the same thing if it were you," Peter said sincerely.
MJ cracked a small smile. Even in the hardest and most serious situations, Peter always seemed to make sense of it and prove just how much he loved her. "And I know that, Peter. I knew that you wouldn't give up as long as I was in danger that night. That's why I was okay back there in that building."
"But I was so worried," Peter started, turning his head away from her, refusing to look over at Mary Jane. "I was so worried when I came home that night and you weren't there in our bed. I just thought that it was..." his voice died off for a second as he thought about how he was going to describe to her how he really felt that night. "All I could picture was that the whole Green Goblin situation was happening to me all over again."
"But I'm okay," Mary Jane said, looking at Peter with worry. "Really, I am. *You're* the one who got shot, Tiger, not me," she added, looking down at the blue sling.
"I just...I was hoping that maybe nothing like this would ever happen to us again," he said. "I guess that was wishful thinking, huh?"
"Peter, there will always be things that are out to get you, and since I'm with you all of the time now, I guess that it will only be natural for them to come after me," Mary Jane said. She had to convince him that no matter what they had to stay together. There was no way that she would let them break up over something like this. No, they would face everything together.
"But, Mary Jane...with you as a *friend* I had some hope that you would be safe-"
"Peter Parker, don't you *dare* start that with me," Mary Jane said. I will not cry, she told herself. I *will* not cry. "So, what? One villian comes along and you're ready to give up? To give up on us? Well, it's too late. I love you too much to ever go back to being just a *friend* again. No, that's not going to happen."
"And I don't want that to happen, MJ," Peter said. "God, I love you so much that it hurts...you *know* that. But I don't want a life this dangerous for *you*. You deserve something safer."
"Safer? Peter, this is New York, how much safer can it get?" she asked back at him, raising her eyebrows. "It's just...this is *so* much," she said, voicing her one and main concern. Her life had been pretty average until Spider-man had suddenly appeared, and then all of a sudden her life had been placed in danger twice. "There's just so much to deal with, there are so many deaths."
"*Too* many?" Peter asked. "Is this too much, MJ?"
"No," MJ replied with defiance in her tone. "Nothing is too much compared to being with you. I can deal with all of the rest of the stuff."
"Then what?" Peter questioned. "I know that there must be something bothering you." So many weeks had passed with the two so close to each other that Peter often knew when something was bothering Mary Jane.
"I just want, no...*need* to know...what's going to happen next, Peter?"
"I don't know," He admitted. "What do you want to happen next?" Mary Jane didn't have an aswer to that question. She started throughtfully at him but unable to come up with an answer. "Look...I just need you to be here with me. Just as long as we are together, I know that we can over come it all."
Mary Jane smiled as a tear dropped down the side of her cheek. "That sounds like a good plan," she whispered.
Mary Jane wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her body against his. Slowly, the two met, hugging and kissing each other as they tried to block out all of the pain and heartache. There were obstacles in their future, and they both knew it. However, both of them knew that they could to it just as long as they could do it together.
"I love you," Peter whispered against her cheek before gently kissing it.
"And I love you," Mary Jane replied.
And for Mary Jane and Peter Parker...love was enough.
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Thanks!