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Harry knows that he called Mary Jane, that he spoke with her even; he does not know what was said. His feet find their own way to MJ’s place --- a SANCTUARY, even now, even with everything collapsing around him. He goes to her because he is not sure where else to go, and whenever he feels like this ( sick with fear, he is sick with fear ), she is there. Mary Jane. Mary Jane. Mary Jane.
He knocks on her door. ( He does not realize that he is still wearing the suit. Green, purple, kissed with red. The helmet, dropped somewhere after he began running, running, running, is missing. But the suit shines brightly still. ) His knuckles are bruised. He stops knocking on her door.
“MJ --- ” He can hear her moving to let him in. He glances over his shoulder, like the whole world might know. ( What did you do? What do you do? ) He starts knocking again, thinking if he did not move, they would catch him. The whole of the world would find him here. “MJ, Peter --- ”