Pov. Peter

I see aria falling. There's no way she can catch herself. I swing to her as fast as I can. Luckily I'm able to reach her before she hits the ground, bearly.

I cathch her and swing to the nearest roof top. I put her on the roof top and shake her shoulder. She opens her eyes, and looks around.

"Peter?" She says. "are you ok?" I ask, I know she isn't. "no! You wernt supposed to catch me!" She says, getting up and running to the edge of the roof. I web her and pull her back.

She fights to get to the edge of the roof. "I was supposed to die! I need to see my again!" She yells, crying. I web her to the roof top. "what happened to mj?" I ask.

"she killed herself. It's all my fault. If she had never met me she would still be alive! If had gotten to her sooner I could have saved her!" She yells.

She somehow breaks through my webs and runs to the edge of the roof again. Thiss time I almost miss. She breaks my web again and falls. No

I see dad fly up to the roof, holding aria, who is screaming and trying to escape. He lands in front of me.

"Where am I takeing her?" He asks. "back to the tower. I think it would be vest if she talked to aunt natasha." I say. He nods and flys off, still holding aria.

I swing as fast ad I can to the hospital to check on mj. From what I heard, she's going to be ok. I hope.

I finally make it to the hospital and take off my mask. No use wearing it here if people already know who I am. I run to the reception desk.

"his can I hel-" "I need to find Mary Jane Watson." I say. "room 304" she says. I feel my chest sink. Oh no.

I run back and almost run face first into a doctor. "woah! What's going on spiderman?" He says. "gotta see a friend in 304" I say, passing him.

"I was just there, let me help you find it." He says, following me. "you were just there?" I ask. "yeah, poor kids still dazed. I'm surprised she recovered so fast. It's like she built up an immunity because she... did that so much. It's awful" he says.

"so she's ok?" I ask. "she needs to stay with us for a few more days, but she should make a full recovery. She's lucky she didn't hit the vien in the wrist. It was so close that it looked like she hit it. But she didn't." He says.

When we get there i walk in and mj is sitting up, trying to drink water, but her hands are shaking.

"mj!" I say. "hey peter" she says, putting down the water cup. "Where's aria? I remeber seeing her before I passed out I think." She says.

"well um... aria thought you died and it didn't go to well and-" I get cut off mud sentence. "Is she ok? Please tell me she isn't dead! I just got her back!" She yells.

"no! She's isn't dead! She's just having a really hard time. She'll be glad to know you're ok." I say. Mj sighs in relief. "I need to call her." She says.

"maybe not yet, if I know aunt natasha, she's already put aria to bed. To her, nothings better than sleep. And that's kinda true." I say. Mj laughs.

Tony walks into the living room in his suit, holding aria, who is kicking a screaming for him to let go. He puts her down on the couch next to me.

She gets up and starts running at the window. He flys ro stand in front and she slams her fist on his suit trying to get him to move. She's crying so hard that I can't understand her.

I realize what's happening and run to her. I pull her into a hug and she starts to calm down. When I cab understand her, I ask her what's going on.

"mj, she, I could have saved her!" She crys. "sometimes things happen. She would want you to live. From what I heard, she has a 50% chance of survival. That's good." I say.

"I could have stopped her. She didn't have a pulse!" She sobs, hugging me tighter. "where did you check?" I ask, knowing what happening.

"wrists." She says. "if what I heard was true, she wouldn't have one there at all. She's going to be ok, and she wants you to live." I say, rubbing her back.

"mom, I'm scared. I messed up. It's my fault. She was still mourning me." She says. "I know sweet heart, things will be ok." I say, holding her tighter.

"maybe some rest would do you good." I say. "ok. Is there an extra room?" She asks. "of course" I say, leading her to the room i made for her.

We walk into the room. It has lavender walls, fairy lights, a soft bed with throw pillows, and a lavender weighted blanket. The lamp has a purple light buld. I know her favorite color is purple and lavender helps to calm people.

"this is your room." I say. "really? I love it." She says, obviously tired. She almost falls right in my arms, like she's druged. I carry her to the bed and tuck her in under the weighted blanket.

"Friday, scan aria for me" I say. "she seems to have a large amount of anti-depressants in her system. It is not fatal." She says. "aria?" I ask.

"hmm?" She looks at me tiredly. "did you take any pills?" I ask. "I took a few. I'm sorry..." she says. "why are you sorry?" I ask. "I over did it again. I think..." she says, trailing off at the end and passing out. Fuck

"Friday, scan her again will she be ok?" I say. "she has passed out due to stress. She will recover shortly. I advise you let her rest until she awakes on her own." Friday says. I sigh and leave the room.

I've talked to some people, I sign the adoption papers in 2 days. She deserves a better life than the one she has now.