[Osborn Plot] It Begins.

[daretodo]

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I walk faster than's strictly necessary, but not fast enough that she can't keep up. Even as we move further and further away from the field, I stay on the lookout, not wanting to risk the chance that I'll miss something -- or someone. People might call this paranoia. I call it being smart. The way I see it, my concerns – and boy, am I concerned -- are entirely called for. 'Cause, well, Norman Osborn isn't exactly your typical psychopath. Just before my three hour tour got extended, I spent months thinking Aunt May was dead because he had a few of my old pals bury her alive in Uncle Ben's grave,* all from the comfort of his prison cell. The prison cell Cat and I had to help him break out of. Long story. And that's not to mention the clones,** Mary Jane's miscarriage,*** Harry's drug addiction,**** Harry's death...*****

Gwen. Not only did he kill the woman I love,****** he apparently killed the mother of his own children.******* I wish I could say that was it. I wish I could say that list of things was finite, but that's only the tip of the iceberg.

And now he's here.

I let go of her hand abruptly – or what I imagine probably looks abruptly, seeing as MJ's not psychic – and I jump up onto the nearest boulder without breaking stride, using the extra height to grab onto a branch. Kicking my legs forward, I use the momentum to swing up and over, finally landing in a crouch. A normal person might be holding onto the tree for dear life. Me? I dig my elbows into my knees and hang my head in my hands.

I don't say anything for about a minute, too busy trying to not hyperventilate. Then: "It happened this morning."

*MKSM #9-12
** ASM #121, ASM #149,
***SM #75
****ASM #96
*****SSM #200
******ASM #121
*******ASM #509 What can we say? Norman's been a busy guy! – Notating Nix.

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"Will I get to see you any time soon?" she asked, sounding a little more hopeful than she'd have liked. She couldn't help it, though. Even if he wasn't breaking up with her, everything seemed so shaky now that it was hard to know where they really stood with each other. She didn't want to let this drive them apart.

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"Of course you will," I sigh, walking towards her -- the first time I've moved in a while -- and I find her hands, holding them loosely in my own. There are about a hundred things I could say right now, and ninety-nine of them would be lies. I go for the only true one out of the bunch. "I love you."

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Undeniably relieved, Mary Jane closed what distance was left between them, keeping his hands in hers as she eased in close, resting her head by his shoulder. She knew she was going to have to put on a brave face and act like she was okay around other people, if only to avoid sharing too much, but around him, at least, she could let her guard down. She had honestly believed for a while that things were going to be different here. Now, she didn't know how she could've been so stupid.

"I love you, too," she murmured, the words half-muffled, and she breathed in deep, relishing the embrace as if it were going to be the last one. "We'll... we'll get through this. Somehow."

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Easing back, I let go of one hand so I can cup her cheek, and for a second it looks like I'm about to say something -- maybe one of those ninety-nine lies -- but then I think better of it. Instead I just nod slightly, using it as an excuse to lean in and kiss the top of her head. "Somehow."