With great power, comes great responsibility.

"Peter, you're in the clinic," Mary Jane told him, gaze not leaving his, her thumb brushing in what she hoped would be a reassuring manner over the back of his hand. After two days of worrying, she wanted little more than to be able to fall apart now, the relief in his being awake too completely overwhelming, but it wasn't hard to tell that he needed her to hold it together for a little longer. She'd made it this far; she could manage a little more, even with her breaths growing shakier, tears still in her eyes. No matter how relieved she was, seeing him like this wasn't all that easy, either. "Look at me. Everything's fine, okay? Just... try to stay calm."