Chat with Pete

In the morning while Katzenberg still slept, Mary Jane quickly got dressed and started to make her way out of the penthouse. She walked past the kitchen, and staring at the manilla folder debated it for a second.

*With the pregnancy and now with this... is it too much? Can I do this to Peter? Just drop a baby bomb on him... AND leave him? Am I that type of person?*

She grabbed the folder, almost pushing it into her purse, before she shook her head.

*No*

She couldn't do it. She couldn't do that to Peter. Whatever problem they are having now... whatever issues with the pregnancy... she just couldn't divorce him at the same time.

She dropped the folder back on the table and walked to the elevator to leave.

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As she opened the door to her apartment, Peter swung back into the window. Nothing was said for a minute as they both looked at each other.

Peter, pulling his mask off his face started, "MJ... I am so sorry. I can't excuse what I've done... I know I fucked up... I-I-I should've been better... no excuses..."

He was rambling on for a minute or two longer before Mary Jane just grabbed his hand and pulled him to the couch.

"Peter... Peter... Peter," she started, cutting him off from his long apology.

Pete, all ears now, listened to his wife as he stared at her.

"I-I-I have some... news... it might be... difficult for you... to understand but... I'm... I'm..." Mary Jane struggled to spit out the words she needed to.

Peter sensing his wife needed his reassurance squeezed her hands.

She felt his touch and grinned a half-smile.

"I'm pregnant," she said as she left it out there hanging, her eyes focused on her husband's response.

A good minute had passed as Peter blinked several times, not saying anything. He was letting it all process as Mary Jane was letting him process it.

"Woah..." he said as he got up from the couch.

After a bit of thinking, he immediately had a response for her.

"Well... maybe we could get Reed Richards to do it ... you know... if you didn't want a clinic to do it."

"What?!" Mary Jane said as she looked at Peter perplexed. Her face showed that she was still trying to understand what he was getting at.

"Or maybe Dr. Strange has some... magic... I mean he's a doctor too, but..."

MJ was watching her husband pace around their tiny living room, his words sounding very offensive to her ears. It was all coming into place for her though.

"You want me to have an abortion?!"

Mary Jane got up from the couch now in a rage. She had just told her husband she was pregnant and this was the first thing he said to her?

Peter didn't say anything. He didn't even really want to use that word. He was trying to skirt around it, but... it was the first thing he thought of.

She rushed towards Peter, her finger waving and wagging at his face. She poked at his chest and couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"An abortion?! How dare you?! What makes you think I would ever do that? What makes you think I wouldn't want a baby?"

Peter tried to defend himself, "Well MJ... I mean... I know you're pro-choice, right?"

"WHAT?!" she yelled out.

MJ turned beet red with anger. She couldn't even look at him anymore. She couldn't vocalize her emotions, what she was going through, how upset she was...

Peter just continued on, "...And a baby... could be dangerous from my D.N.A... or I mean... even dangerous due to you, and...."

He reached out to touch his wife's shoulder. As soon as she felt his hand on her she turned around, tears had filled her eyes and were all down her face.

She knew that Peter might not be supportive of this, but she had no idea that he would do what he just did.

"FUCK YOU PETER!" She yelled at the top of her voice.

Saying nothing more, Mary Jane just ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

*BOOM!*

She followed it up by locking the door as well.

Peter *sighing* a heavy breath walked over to the bathroom door and lightly tapped at it.

"MJ...come on... let's just... let's... talk about it... okay?"

After a minute of silence between the two, Peter retapped at the door only to get a response from Mary Jane.

"Fuck off Peter! Just fucking go away..."

Mary Jane was stuck inside her own bathroom, sitting on her toilet, her pregnancy papers in hand as she cried.