With great power, comes great responsibility.

"It would be very, very easy for me to make it worse, Peter," Mary Jane said quietly, frowning. He was right in that it wouldn't likely have done much damage, but the thought of her doing anything that might exacerbate the pain he was already in made her stomach turn a little. Her free hand settling loosely over his wrist, fingers still intertwined with his, she sighed. "If I moved the wrong way, or say I accidentally hit just the wrong spot... We're just going to have to get used to this."