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MJ, dressed in tight spandex leggings and crop top covering her sports bra, stretched on a bench before she started her circuit run through Central Park.

She missed Peter. She had gone through these events before. Secret Wars. Infinity Gauntlets. Spider shit. She felt like an old pro when it came to being a spouse to a superhero. However, this time felt a bit... different. Despite the advances from Katzenberg, something was off... Her career was finally back on track again: due to Nick Katzenberg, but she really didn't want to acknowledge that fact. She had the ability to make some money... real money... and to be happy... but at what cost?

As she jogged through the park, she was coming face to face with some hard truths. MJ loved Pete. And yet, a part of her felt like he betrayed her. She was well aware that she had cheated on Peter, but it wasn't all her fault. She had to do those things. She had **** in the matter. The consequences of not following through would've been devastating, not just for Peter... but for everyone around her.

She started to steam up, seething with an internal anger.

*Fuck you Peter!* she thought as she turned up her speed, sprinting faster through the park.

*Fuck You! Fuck You! Fuck You!*

*If you weren't fucking Spider-Man... If you wouldn't've been found out by Katzenberg!... If I wouldn't've been harassed by him... If... If... If... Arrrrgghhh!*

She ran as fast as she could for as long as she could, tears streaming down her face.

She finally stopped at the water fountain, heaving over, breathing heavy. She couldn't run away from this guilt, this situation.

Sitting down at a bench, she thought more and more.

*It's not even Katzenberg's fault... entirely... I can't blame a snake for being a snake.... But Peter... he should've known better... He's been Spider-Man for so long... He should've known... should've protected me....*

Mary Jane regathered her composure, her breathing normal now. However, she did notice looks from strangers towards her. A couple odd guys staring at her... A woman pushing her baby stroller... Some park workers...

She thought it was a bit strange, definitely odd. Maybe her night with Katzenberg had stained her. She imagined an emblazoned letter 'A' across her chest.

Walking out of the park, she decided to stop in at the closest pharmacy. She needed some 'protection' from the events of the past night, a solution to a potential problem.

As soon as she walked in the sliding doors, she was greeted by looking eyes and silent murmurs.

"That's Mary Jane..."

"Mary Jane Watson..."

Holy shit. She was being recognized by the everyday public.

This made her day. She never had any sort of celebrity status. I mean... a bit, but never to get recognized on the street.

She smiled and made her way to the adult protection aisle. Looking at prophylactics, she saw the box she needed to buy. A Plan B box staring at her.

Now she felt nervous.

*People know me... They'll wonder about this... Wonder about why I need this... Wonder about my sexual activity... Would this get reported on?... Would this make some celebrity hot sheet?... Fuck.*

She was stuck.

Taking a deep breath, she decided to risk it and snatched the box off the shelf.

As she waited in line, she put up with more quiet whispers and looks. She hid the box in her arms as she approached the counter. When she finally reached the register, she looked at the stack of Daily Bugles for sale right next to her. What she saw made her stop in her tracks.

She grabbed the paper, her eyes focused on the front page.

*What... The.... Fuck...* she thought as she took in the picture.

It was her and Katzenberg, in front of the limousine. Her dress was completely see-through. His hands were under the dress, positioned over her pussy and one breast. Her mouth was locked in with his. The headline read: "Model Mary Jane Watson Out on the Town with Her New Boy-Toy."

She was mortified.

Dropping the Plan B box on the ground, she immediately ran out of the pharmacy.

*Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.*

Mary Jane's mind raced. Her life seemed to be getting worse.

*What would Peter think?... What would our friends?... Oh no... Aunt May...* she continued.