Closing her eyes, Mary Jane let her head rest against his shoulder, drawing in a deep breath that was meant to steady herself but didn't even come close. There was too much to worry about, and the idea of him fighting Norman, even on his own terms, really didn't help matters much. This whole thing was a mess, and she hadn't the first idea how to deal with it.

"You have no powers here," she said, lifting her head again so she could try to meet his gaze. It was a statement of fact rather than a challenge, and she really, really hoped he knew it. The last thing she needed now was for him to misinterpret what she was saying. "Tell me, if -- when -- he makes a move..." For a moment, she trailed off, teeth pressing to her lower lip. "Do you think you'll be able to take him?"

The question was earnest, one that would have passed as mere curiosity if their situation weren't so dire. She had no lack of faith in Peter and his abilities, but Norman was scary enough to have had him on edge all this time, too. If this were going to be simple, that wouldn't have been the case.