With great power, comes great responsibility.

"Nothing," Mary Jane replied sharply, going visibly tense. It wasn't strictly true, but it was difficult to keep from getting defensive with the way he was acting. Anything she had said, it had been unknowingly; she understood that he was scared, but she was, too, and he had no right to take any of it out on her. Pausing, she bit at her lower lip, racking her brain to try to remember the conversation. It had seemed so unimportant at the time. "Mostly, I just... told him about this place. He'd just shown up. And..." She sighed, lowering her head, as if remembering something she'd done horribly wrong. "He knows I have a boyfriend named Peter. That's it, though."