"You say that like it would be a bad thing." Probably it wasn't the most advisable thing to be saying, but Mary Jane was scared now for a whole other reason than Norman Osborn's being on the island, and at the moment, this was a lot worse. It was making her justifiably defensive, more tense than angry, but teetering on the edge of the latter. None of this was her fault, and she wasn't going to let him make it out to be. "He was a killer, Peter. I didn't say you... stabbed him in his sleep or poisoned his drink or did something on purpose; I wasn't even there."

With a huff of air too frustrated to be a laugh, she tipped her head back, eyes turning skyward for a moment. There were way too many bigger things going on right now for them to be having a stupid fight like this, but she couldn't just ignore his saying something like that, either. Still, looking back at him, she softened, just a little, almost imperceptibly. "Besides," she pointed out, her voice making clear how constrained she was keeping herself, "it wasn't you, it was... well, the other you. You're really going to make this about us now?"