Well...

MJ, the real MJ was safe, so maybe it wasn't so bad at the moment. "I know what you're thinking, Peter..." Liv-MJ said, walking behind him and rubbing his shoulders. "You're thinking: 'What's the harm? MJ is safe, right? You've been enjoying our sex, our conversations— everything. I don't have to be MJ because she doesn't even come close to being the perfect partner for me!' Am I spot on?"

He felt awful; there was a terrible knot in his stomach.

Because she was right. The sex had been... heavenly. But more than that, he was excited that MJ had finally been interested in science and his heroing. She had engaged him mentally and that, to him, was better than sex.

"The only question is: which body do you want me in? MJ's or my real body?"

The story had been that MJ had left Peter. She was tired of always being second to his "work" and left. For her part, that was the story that had been put into MJ's mind as well. Liv had let her go with some... alterations. They wouldn't be hearing from her again, but Peter made sure she was unharmed and could still move on with her life. As for Peter and Liv...

Their story was that he'd met her a few weeks after MJ left. The two of them connected, then sparks, and then engagement.

Liv, for her part, was caught up in the whirlwind of it all. She'd never had anyone love her for her mind. Sure, people had wanted to use her mind for their purposes, but Peter saw Liv not for what use she had, but simply for who she was. Despite her rather... unorthodox approach to their relationship, they did, in fact, live happily ever after.