Not at all

'MJ' walked him into the warehouse and led him down a set of stairs. They came to an impossible strong door, to which she scanned in with ease. Peter walked behind her, on alert, but sensing no danger. To saw he was shocked by what he saw was an understatement.

Before him were gadgets and experiments and, well, science. "I'll be right back. I need to go change before I fill you in on all of this," she said, dashing off. She wasn't at all worried about the real MJ. She'd hidden her away in a cryotube off somewhere for if and when she ever wanted her body back. For now...

Peter had been turned around, looking at the experiments. These chemicals... medicines? "Erhem, Tiger?" MJ cleared her throat, causing him to turn on his heels.

He almost jumped out of his suit when he saw the arms. "MJ, you—!"

"Relax, relax," she said, moving towards him slowly. "It's a suit. Like your Iron Spider suit... Well, kind of. I made them more tactile and versatile. They respond to the neurons firing on my back, almost like I'm controlling another set of limbs without actually having them attached in any way. They're safe, I promise."

He was speechless. He wasn't even sure what to say.

She stepped towards the table he was looking at and watched as her mechanical arms began to mix and stir the chemicals. "Early on in our marriage, I decided to give your Applied Physics textbook a read. I mean, after all, what would a dumb model like me know about that stuff? But... Then I actually understood it. Not just that, I could memorize it. I started doing that with a bunch of other books. I learned and learned and learned and then, I wanted to expand. I saved up parts from my paychecks to get this place and then I started furnishing it with whatever I could find. First, it was stuff from battles you'd had, then it was whatever I could find. I got good at it, too." She ran her real hand along the table.

"MJ, that's— why didn't you ever tell me about this? Any of this?" Peter asked, still bewildered.

"Well, I knew we've had money troubles in and out, but I never wanted to give up this hobby, so I made it work. But I never wanted to burden you with this. It's... A lot." She bit her lip as the mechanical arms finished their work.

"I..." He took his mask off and ran a hand through his hair. "This is... incredible. MJ, in order to do all of this, you'd have to have a genius-level intellect. Is this a mutant or inhuman thing?" He took her hand, both fascinated and concerned.

Inhuman? "No, no. I did the tests. There's nothing odd about me. But it made things click. Why I never struggled with school, why rehearsals for my shows were easy to remember... Once I applied it to something else, I realized I was really good at. I'm doing a lot of good work here, Pete. Important work. I want to make a difference like you! But not as a superhero. As a scientist."

He was shocked. How could he even respond to all of this? He believed her. He had to. There was no other explanation; he'd already run scans and had Charles check her mind. No. She was Mary Jane Watson. His Mary Jane Watson.

"That's amazing, MJ. All of this... It's... Amazing. You're amazing, Mary Jane Watson." He said with a smile, to which she withheld her disdain.

"A-actually, I've put a lot of thought into this... Mary Jane Watson is a brand... A model, a star— whatever. I don't want my accomplishments to be colored by that. I... I want to go by Olivia— or, Liv, if you want to have a new nickname or something... I know it's not MJ or anything sexy or catchy, I—"

He cut her off with a kiss to the lips, silencing her rambling. "Of course, Liv. Whatever you want to be called, I'll love you all the same. It's not your name I love. It's you." He smiled at her. It melted her heart. He said he loved her! Her! The nerdy, geeky, weird Liv!

Take that, you redheaded slut! He does love me for me!

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him back, "well now that all of this is out in the open, why don't I show you some other features of these arms?"