"You call that an advantage?" Mary Jane asked, trying for a laugh but not nearly managing. What he was saying ought to have been reassuring, but to her, it just sounded like he was asking to get hurt. Any faint smile she'd attempted was gone within seconds, and she let out a slow, shaky breath, a look on her face like she was pleading with him, though she didn't even know what she meant to say. It wasn't like there was much more either of them could do. "If anything happened to you, Peter, I... I don't know what I'd do. Promise me you'll at least be careful."

It wasn't saying much -- they'd both spent months doing exactly that -- but it was as close to a reassurance as she was likely to get this far down the line. She could barely even bring herself to think about the possibility of him losing to Norman. The very prospect made her chest tighten, eyes widening in something close to panic, though she remained perfectly still at his side, save for the fact that she was shaking a little. She'd spent four months fearing for her own life, and now, all she could do was think about his.