Spider-Man - Peter’s Christmas Gift

Spider-Man

Peter’s Christmas Gift

By Cheri.

TITLE: Peter’s Christmas Gift.

AUTHOR: Cheri ([email protected] )

RATING: PG-13

FANDOM: Spider-Man: The Movie

KEYWORDS: Peter/MJ Pairing, Romance,

ARCHIVE: Anywhere, as long as you keep my name on it and let me know where it’s going.

DISCLAIMER: Spider-Man doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to Marvel Comics. I’m making no money off of this. This story is copywrited Nov 2002 and may not be altered in any way without the express permission of the author

Peter’s Christmas Gift

By Cheri.

Part One

Peter walked slowly through CVS. It was the day before Christmas Eve and he hadn’t brought any presents for the Christmas Party Harry was having at his house for Mary Jane and him on Christmas Eve. In addition to that, he had to get Aunt May a present too. He pursed his lips as he thought. He had no idea what to get for either Mary Jane or Harry. He sighed as he looked at the makeup. He had no idea if Mary Jane preferred a certain brand of makeup or not. And Harry, he had no idea what to get someone like him. He had everything he could ever want…

*Except his father…* Peter thought sadly.

He stood and considered the cosmetics section before he shrugged and decided to look in perfumes. At least, he knew what perfume Mary Jane preferred. He got giddy just thinking about the scene of it.

He found the perfume section and stood quietly whistling to himself as he tried to find the right one.

“Ah, here we are…White Diamonds.” He said, noticing a small bottle.

He was about to check to see how much money he had when his eyes darted up to the top row. He smiled as he noticed a little stuffed angel bear that was holding a small bottle of White Diamonds. He reached up and got it and touched the dress and the satin wings.

“Ah, An angel bear for my little angel.” He said to himself. “And it’s the right brand of perfume too. Now, I just hope I have enough…”

He opened his wallet. He checked the price sticker under the other bears and grinned as he found he did have enough.

“Great, that’ll do it for MJ. And now, something for Harry and Aunt May too.” He said, softly.

He walked through the store, but couldn’t decide on anything suitable for either Harry or Aunt May. He shrugged as he decided to check out Wal-Mart. Clutching the angel bear to him, he headed up to the checkout counter.

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Peter smiled as he headed out of the Wal-Mart store. He had managed to find a Christmas comforter for only ten bucks. It had a nativity scene on it. Peter figured Aunt May would love that, in addition to keeping her nice and warm on those cold winter nights when she really needed it.

As for Harry, he struggled with what to get him and finally decided on a Brut cologne gift set with aftershave and a soap on a roap included. He knew that Harry liked Brut and hey, he figured he could use the cologne and aftershave. He wasn’t too sure about Harry using the soap on a roap, though. A grin spread across Peter’s face as he was walking towards the car. He got a mental image of Harry in the shower singing loudly and off key and swinging the soap around.

As he approached the car, he looked up as he felt something wet on his cheek.

“Hmmm, looks like it’ll be a white Christmas.” He murmured, as he noticed the snow beginning to fall.

He fumbled for his keys and unlocked the door of his old, blue, 1984 Plymouth Horizon. He wasn’t too thrilled with the car, but on his salary, it was all he could afford. Until he could start pulling in some real money, a car that could just get him where he needed to go without dying was all he could hope for at this point.

He put the Wal-Mart bag on the passenger seat beside the CVS bag and put the key in the ignition as he closed the door. He laughed as the car started up.

“Oh my God, you mean the car is actually going to run again? Quick, call Ripley’s Believe It or Not!” He said, out loud.

He shook his head and grinned. The stress of trying to Christmas shop with what little money he could scrap together was beginning to affect his mind. Besides, it helped to have a sense of humor especially when you had to protect the city constantly. As the car pulled out of the parking spot, Peter let out a yell.

“It’s alive! It’s aliiiiiiiiiiive!” he said as he turned towards the front entrance.

“Geez, Parker. You are going off the deep end.” He said to himself. “It’s a good thing MJ or Harry didn’t see you. They probably would have you committed.”

Peter turned serious at that thought. He hoped that everyone liked their presents. He hated being such a skinflint especially with Aunt May, but he had no choice. Money was tight. He hoped everyone would understand.

“Especially, MJ.” He thought aloud as he glanced over at the CVS bag that the bear was in. “God, I wish I could give her the world instead of just giving her a little stuffed bear and some perfume.”

Mary Jane had been on his mind, lately. It seemed like only yesterday that the funeral happened and now all of a sudden it was almost Christmas. One month and it felt like an eternity. Peter sighed. He had to take his mind off of this. He turned on the radio and found some Christmas music. He smiled as he listened to “Jingle Bell Rock” playing. He was starting to feel better when all of a sudden he heard “Blue Christmas” come on. His eyes began to tear up as he listened to the lyrics. After a moment, he couldn’t stand it anymore and turned off the radio. But, in the now silent car, his thoughts began to return to her.

“I was a fool to have just walked away like that. Her heart was breaking and I said nothing, just walked away like any of the other men in her life would have done. And now, I can’t eat. I can’t sleep and worst of all I’m losing my concentration. I can’t do that. I can’t afford to make mistakes, especially when I’m fighting criminals. I have to do something. I have to tell her. I’ll go nuts eventually and then what good will I be to MJ or to anyone else? It’s not worth it. I can’t live like this and I know she can’t either. I saw how she was at the funeral. I’m betting she’s suffering just as much as I am. No, I need to tell her. I need to be with her. I need to hold her. I need to have her in my life everyday, no matter what the risk. But, how to break it to her?”

He sighed as he racked his brain searching for the right way to let her know his secret identity. He glanced back over at the CVS bag and suddenly, an idea formed in his head.

“Hmmm, there is a little something extra I can give you, besides your bear, MJ.” He said, with a grin.

He drove the rest of the way home filled with excitement and wishing that it was Christmas Eve already.

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Part Two

"Shit" Peter muttered as he ran out the door.

He had just helped end a standoff where a man was holding his wife and two year old daughter at gunpoint in their house. He had managed to sneak in and stop him, but it took some time. The guy had several automatic weapons and he had not been afraid to use them, firing at the police several times. It was mainly because of his agility and spider sense that he had been able to get the upper hand and knock him out long enough for the police to move in.

All that fighting and now he was late for the Christmas party.

"Sheesh, I can never get a break,” he said to himself as he pulled on his coat and grabbed the sack with the gifts in it.

He turned off the lights, locked the door and ran to the elevator. Normally, he would have just webslinged over. But, the snow was swirling around so much; he knew he wouldn't be able to see properly. Plus, the fact that it was colder than Hell and although the car didn't have much of a heater, it was better than swinging through the ice-cold air.

He opened the elevator door and holding his coat against him, hurried to the car. He opened the car door, put the bag in the drivers seat and closed the door. He breathed a sigh of relief as the car started again and looking both ways, hurried out into traffic.

He was so worried about getting to the mansion that he had not realized how fast he was actually going until he looked up and saw the police lights in the rearview mirror. Peter's mouth dropped open.

"AW, CRAP!" he screamed out.

Sighing heavily, he found an empty parking spot and pulled in. He watched as the police car pulled in behind him and sighed.

"Great, just great." he muttered. "As if I weren't late enough already."

He rolled down the window as he saw the officer approach. He put on a fake smile as the officer stopped at his window and bent over to look at him.

“Evening. Do you know how fast you were going?” he asked.

*Not as fast as I go when I web sling. * Peter thought to himself.

“Um…no.” he said, out loud.

“You were going 60 miles per hour in a 55 mile per hour zone.”

Peter blinked. That was it?

“Um, well, see I’m sorry, but my…aunt is in the hospital and I was trying to get to her.” He said, figuring that would sound better than saying I was trying to get to a Christmas party.

“Well, I’m afraid she’s just going to have to wait now. License and registration please.”

Peter sighed as he opened the glove compartment and found his registration. He got his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out his driver’s license. As he gave both to the officer, he nodded at him.

“One moment.” He said.

Peter rolled up the window as the officer walked back to his car and sat glaring at the reflection of the police car in his rearview mirror.

“I can’t believe this.” He muttered. “Why me? I was only going 5 miles over the speed limit. Why don’t you help me by going after the murders and rapists I bust for you instead of trying to fill your quota by writing me this ticket?”

He realized he had gone over the speed limit and legally the cop had the right to pull him over. But, most of the time if you were only going 5 miles over, they let you slide. Peter sighed deeply. Harry and Mary Jane were probably worried about him by now.

He sat there drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he muttered “C’mon, hurry up.” To himself. Finally, after twenty minutes, he saw the cop emerge from the car and walk up to him. Peter rolled down the window as the cop handed back his license and registration.

“I’m giving you just a warning this time. I want you to be more careful and drive safely.” The officer said, in a condescending tone.

*Gee, you’re gonna let me off? How generous of you. * Peter thought, sarcastically.

He nodded at the cop, and as the cop nodded back and walked back to the cruiser. Peter rolled up the window and glared once more at the reflection.

“Schmuck.” He muttered to himself.

He started the car up and carefully pulled out again into traffic making sure to keep his eye on the speed limit.

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“Peter. Where have you been? We’ve been worried about you.” Harry said, as he opened the door.

“Oh…I, uh…got stuck in traffic on the way here.” He lied. “The roads were pretty slick. So, everyone took it slow.”

Harry nodded.

“Well, you got here safe. That’s the important part.” He said.

He took Peter’s coat as Mary Jane came up and hugged him.

“Hey, Tiger. Merry Christmas.” She said.

Peter hugged her back. Just seeing her again made everything he had suffered today worthwhile.

“Merry Christmas, MJ.” He replied.

Harry returned after putting Peter’s coat away.

“Um…there’s snack food in the dining room. I’ll show you where that is since this house is so big.” He said.

He motioned for Peter to follow him. He and Mary Jane followed Harry into the dining room. Peter’s stomach growled as he saw the chips and dip and veggie trays and soda laid out for them. He hadn’t eaten all day. Nodding his thanks, he grabbed a plate and along with everyone else, filled it up with snack food and grabbed a can of Coke.

Once they were finished, Harry led them upstairs into the den. Peter whistled as he saw the huge Christmas tree in the corner of the room.

“It’s beautiful, Harry.” He said, pointing to it.

Harry grinned.

“Yup, it is. But it was bear to get up by myself. You won’t believe how many pieces there were to it.”

“Well, you could have called me, I would have helped you.” Peter said.

“Yeah, me too, Harry.” Mary Jane agreed.

Harry laughed.

“Nah, that’s okay. I wanted to do it on my own. It was something to do when I got bored.” He said. “Well, make yourselves at home.” He said pointing to the seats.

Peter settled down onto a plush couch and Mary Jane sat down next to him. Harry seated himself across from them in a matching chair and for the next half hour, they munched on their food as they made small talk. As they were talking, Peter was aware that Mary Jane was slowly inching towards him until she was right next to his body. He smelled her White Diamonds perfume and hoped that she really would like her present. He felt embarrassed that he had not spent that much on her.

As they finished eating, Harry nodded towards the tree.

“Ready to open gifts?” he asked.

Peter and Mary Jane nodded. Peter reached down by the couch and retrieved his bag while Mary Jane followed Harry to the tree and retrieved her gifts. She smiled at Peter as she sat back down beside him.

“Hope you like my gift, Tiger.” She whispered.

“Hope you like mine too.” He whispered back.

They passed out their presents to each other, deciding to wait and let everyone open theirs one at a time. Once they were finished, Peter and Mary Jane nodded to Harry to indicate they wanted him to go first. Harry nodded and opened his gift from Mary Jane. He laughed as he opened the box and saw the black gloves and matching scarf.

“Aw, thanks MJ. I need these. My others were getting pretty worn.” He said, smiling at her.

“You’re welcome. I’m glad you needed them.” Mary Jane said, pleased.

He unwrapped his gift from Peter next and smiled.

“Brut! I needed this too.”

Peter grinned.

“It’s the only thing I could think of to get you.”

Harry nodded.

“This is great. I can always use more. Never used the soap on a roap before.” He said laughing. “But I’ll use it too. Thanks Pete.”

Peter nodded. He glanced over at Mary Jane.

“You go next, Pete.” She said.

Peter nodded.

He unwrapped the gift from Mary Jane and grinned when he saw that she had also gotten him the same glove and scarf set. Mary Jane blushed.

“I had no idea what to get either of you, so I figured you both could use these.” She said, sheepishly.

“No! I’m glad you got it, MJ. I do need it. Thanks!” he said.

“Um…look underneath it all. I put something else in there for you.” She said.

Peter lifted the gloves and scarf out of the box. His eyes lit up as he noticed a little tiger key chain at the bottom.

“I saw that and thought of you.” She said.

Peter grinned as he fought back tears.

“I love it.” He said, simply.

Reluctantly, he put the gloves and scarf back over the key chain and set it beside him. He opened the gift from Harry and took in a sharp breath as he stared at the digital camera.

Harry frowned as he noticed Peter’s reaction.

“You don’t like it?” he asked, nervously.

Peter nodded.

“No, it’s great. But you didn’t have to spend so much on me. I know how expensive these are.” He said, fingering the box.

“Aw, it’s okay, Pete. You’ve been a great friend. I was happy to get it for you. Besides, I figured, being a photographer and all, that you would have fun with it.”

Peter nodded and smiled at Harry.

“I definitely will, Harry, Thanks.”

Peter sat the box down and both he and Harry looked at Mary Jane.

Mary Jane picked up Harry’s gift and opened it. She stared for a moment at the tiny blue box and opened it. Her eyes widened as she stared at the diamond ring inside. Peter stared at Mary Jane and began to get a sickly feeling in the pit of his stomach. He suddenly felt like a cheapskate.

Mary Jane looked up at Harry.

“It’s a friendship ring, MJ. I thought you might like it.” Harry explained.

Mary Jane picked up the ring and turned it over, staring at it in wonder.

“Is it really…a diamond?” she asked, softly.

Harry nodded.

“Yup, I can’t stand that cheap cubic zirconia stuff. Besides, you deserve a diamond anyway.”

Mary Jane put the diamond back in the box and smiled at Harry, too stunned to say anything. She looked over at Peter and frowned as she noticed him staring at her with a sheepish look. She reached down and picked up the gift bag from him, staring for a moment and smiling at the Victorian angel depicted on it. She opened the bag and removed the gift paper. She gasped and tears came to her eyes as she pulled the angel bear and the perfume out. She sniffed softly as she fingered the satin wings.

“Oh, Peter. It’s beautiful.” She said, softly.

“You like it?” Peter said, hesitantly.

“I love it. I love it so much.” Mary Jane said. “Thank you so much, Peter and thank you so much for the perfume. It’s my favorite.”

Peter smiled.

*I know. * He thought to himself.

Mary Jane kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you, Tiger.” She whispered in his ear.

Peter grinned, feeling giddy as he realized that Mary Jane really did love his gift to her. He glanced over at Harry and saw a brief look of envy pass over his face before he smiled at them.

“Well, I’m glad everyone likes their gifts.” He said.

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“Thanks so much for coming. It was the best Christmas I’ve had in years.” Harry said to Peter and Mary Jane as they were pulling on their coats.

“Thanks so much for inviting us Harry. And, thanks for the digital camera. I love it.” Peter said.

Harry grinned at Peter and looked over at Mary Jane.

“Yes, thank you.” Mary Jane said.

“You like the ring, MJ?” Harry prompted.

Mary Jane glanced over at Peter and then smiled at him.

“Yes, Harry. Thank you.” She said, politely.

“Well, I’ll talk to you too later then. Have a merry Christmas and tell Aunt May I said hello.” Harry said, glancing at Peter.

“I will, Harry. You have a merry Christmas too.” Peter said.

He waited until Mary Jane was through the door before he followed her out. As he walked along behind her, he felt as though he was walking on air. He was so glad that Mary Jane had loved his gift so much. His grin widened as he hoped she would like his other gift just as much.

He walked Mary Jane to her car and after a brief kiss; he walked back to his own. He had to hurry home and get changed back into Spider-Man.

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Part Three

Peter pulled on his Spider-Man mask and opened the balcony doors. He smiled as he saw that the wind and snow had died down. He was glad of that. He didn’t want to injure or kill himself trying to get to Mary Jane’s apartment. He closed the doors and leapt up onto the railing. He gasped as he slid for a second and then breathed a sigh of relief as his feet stuck.

“Thank God, I have the ability to stick to things.” He said to himself.

He shot out a web line and swung out towards Mary Jane’s apartment.

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Mary Jane turned off her blow dryer and opened the bathroom door. As she walked to her dresser to retrieve her robe, she paused and looked at her Christmas gifts sitting on top of it. She stared for a moment at the blue box containing the ring and then her eyes fell on the angel bear. She smiled at it and fingered the white dress it was wearing as she thought of Peter. Suddenly, she heard a soft rapping on the balcony doors beside her bed. She pulled back the curtain and smiled as she saw Spider-Man waving at her outside. She opened the door and shivered slightly at the cold.

“Spider-Man! Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, MJ.” Peter said.

“Well, won’t you come in?” Mary Jane said, opening the door wider.

“Thanks” Peter said, as he stepped inside.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the warm air.

Mary Jane closed the door and went over and sat on her bed as Peter crouched down in front of it.

“So what have you been up to?” She asked. “I hope you haven’t had to work on Christmas Eve.”

“A little bit.” Peter admitted, thinking of the hostage standoff. “Some criminals still choose to commit crimes instead of spending this time with their families.”

Mary Jane nodded.

“I wish that weren’t so. I would hope that everyone would want to spend time with the ones they love on Christmas Eve.” She stared at Peter. “I hope you have family to go to, also.”

Peter nodded.

“I do.”

Mary Jane smiled.

“Do they know you’re Spider-Man?”

Peter laughed.

“Nah, I don’t think they would believe me if I told them.”

Mary Jane laughed.

“No, I guess not.” She said.

“So, did you have a nice Christmas Eve?” Peter asked.

Mary Jane nodded.

“For the most part, I did.”

“For the most part?” Peter asked.

Mary Jane sighed.

“Yeah. You know Peter.”

“Of course.” Peter said, nodding.

“Well, He and I were at a mutual friend’s house tonight and well…this friend of ours is pretty wealthy and I think he embarrassed Peter tonight.”

“Really? How so?”

Mary Jane pointed to the dresser.

“See that blue box and that angel bear. Well, that blue box contains a very expensive diamond ring and Peter got me that angel bear. I love both gifts, but I don’t think my friend should have gotten such an expensive ring. When I was looking at it, I could just see that Peter was embarrassed and I felt so sorry for him.”

She walked over to the dresser and touched the bear.

“The truth is, Spider-Man. I’ll probably never really wear the ring except on special occasions. But this bear and perfume, I can tell Peter chose this because he knew I’d really love it, not because it was expensive. That’s why I love him so much. He knows me. I’m definitely gonna wear the perfume just for him and, while I’ll probably put the ring in my drawer, this bear is gonna stay right here just so I can see it and think of him.”

Peter felt tears rolling down his cheeks. He inadvertently let out a small sob. Mary Jane turned and looked at him.

“Spider-Man? Are you okay?” she asked, concerned.

Peter gulped down his tears.

“I’m fine, MJ. I’m just listening to you.” He said, trying to sound like he wasn’t crying.

He watched Mary Jane fingering the bear and felt a wave of love wash over him. He knew now that he was making the right decision.

Mary Jane looked over at Peter.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Would you like something to drink or eat?” she said, embarrassed.

Peter shook his head.

“No, that’s okay, MJ. I’m fine. Actually, I’m here because I have a gift for you too.”

Mary Jane blinked in surprise.

“You do? Oh my God, Spider-Man, I mean, you don’t have to. I didn’t buy anything for you.” She said.

Peter held up his hand.

“That’s okay, MJ. You don’t have to buy me anything. Just knowing you’re alive and well is enough of a Christmas gift for me.”

Mary Jane smiled.

“And I appreciate every time that you’ve rescued me too, Spider-Man.” She said, softly. “But, what is it you want to give me.”

“Well, I was wondering if I could give you a Christmas Eve swing through the city.”

Mary Jane’s mouth dropped open.

“Oh my God, Spider-Man, I’d love that.” She said. “Just a moment, let me change into something warm.”

“Of course.” Peter said, nodding.

He watched as Mary Jane opened her dresser drawer and pulled out some sweatpants, socks and a sweater. She ran into the bathroom and after a few moments, emerged fully dressed. As Peter watched her, she slipped on a pair of tennis shoes and grabbed her coat from her closet. She grabbed her scarf and gloves off the top of the dresser and put them on. Finally, she looked over at Peter and grinned.

“All ready.” She said.

Peter nodded and stood up. He opened the door and put his arm around Mary Jane’s waist knowing that the balcony was slippery. Mary Jane turned and closed the door and wrapped her arms around Peter’s neck, Peter grabbed her around the middle and lifted her up slightly. He jumped up on the railing and shot out a web line.

“Ready?” he said, looking at her.

Mary Jane nodded and Peter swung out. Peter felt her look around as they swung down the street and he slowed his speed slightly so that they could both see the apartments on either side. Mary Jane whistled as she looked at the Christmas lights on the balcony railings.

“It’s so beautiful, Spider-Man.” She said, in his ear.

*Yes, beautiful. * Peter thought, glancing over at Mary Jane.

He swung through downtown and after a few moments, he smiled as he spied Rockefeller Center. He gave one last swing and landed on a building overlooking it. Mary Jane stared in wonder as they looked down at the ice skaters and the huge Christmas tree overlooking it all.

“Spider-Man, this is wonderful.” Mary Jane said. “The view from up here is almost magical.”

“I hoped you’d feel that way.” Peter said, smiling under his mask.

They stared in silent wonder at the scene before them. Peter glanced over at Mary Jane as she watched the skaters and held his breath as he saw how the lighting was giving her an almost angelic appearance. As he stared, he suddenly got another idea. He was going to reveal himself to her at this spot, but he suddenly realized that he could think of a better location than this.

“Mary Jane, I want to show you something else now.” He whispered.

Mary Jane looked over and smiled at him as she nodded. She put her arms back around Peter’s neck and he held her close as he shot out his web line. He jumped off the building and swung past the Christmas tree going further downtown. As he swung, he began to slowly move up and up as they began to reach the taller buildings. He heard Mary Jane gasp as the street began to get farther and farther beneath them and he rubbed her side protectively, reassuring her that she was safe. He felt Mary Jane relax and he yelled in her ear.

“Hang on tight, MJ. This last swing is gonna be a doozy.”

He felt Mary Jane’s grip tighten and she laid her head on his shoulder. He gripped her as tight as he could around the middle and kicked out as hard as he could. He felt himself sailing through the air and he felt Mary Jane’s grip increase. He did a small flip and landed nimbly on the spire above the Empire State Building. He looked over and smiled at Mary Jane who now had her eyes shut tight. She opened them as she felt him shift her weight so that she was sitting on his leg as he crouched on the spire. Mary Jane gasped as she looked around at the lighted skyline of New York.

“Oh, my God. It’s incredible.” She breathed.

“I hoped you’d think so.” Peter said, rubbing her back.

Her eyes went from the Chrysler building over to the twin columns of light of the World Trade Center Memorial and finally out into the harbor at the Statue of Liberty.

“This is one of the best Christmas gifts I’ve ever had.” She said.

“There’s more.”

Mary Jane’s eyes widened and she stared at Peter.

“More than this?” she said, in disbelief.

Peter nodded.

“MJ, I want you to take off my mask.” He said. “I want you to know who I am.”

Mary Jane stared at Peter.

“You do? Are you sure?”

Peter nodded.

“Yes, MJ. I’m sure.” He said.

Mary Jane let go of Peter’s neck as he tightened his grip on her middle. She reached out and grabbed the seam separating Peter’s mask from the rest of her costume. Peter smiled as he saw her hesitate.

“Go on, MJ. It’s alright.” He encouraged her.

She pulled off the mask and Peter looked at her as she stared at him with a stunned expression on her face.

“Oh my God. P-Peter?” she said, barely getting the words out.

Peter nodded.

“Yes, my love. It’s me.” He said, rubbing her side.

He frowned at her.

“Are you disappointed?”

Mary Jane’s eyes filled with tears.

“Not at all. I dreamed it was you under the mask, Tiger.” She said. “I’m so glad my dream came true.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that, MJ. I’m glad you liked all my gifts.”

Mary Jane nodded.

“I do. It was more than I could ever hope for and the best part is, I know you truly love me.” She said.

Peter nodded.

“I love you more than life itself, MJ. I couldn’t stand to be apart from you any longer.”

“Neither could I, Tiger.” Mary Jane said.

She leaned forward and kissed Peter passionately running her fingers over his face and through his hair. Peter kissed back, no longer feeling the cold air blowing as Mary Jane’s kissed warmed his body and his soul. They kissed and kissed, both of them never wanting it to end.

Suddenly, Peter’s spider sense went off as he heard a whirring noise through the wind. He opened his eyes and blinked as light flooded his eyes. He put his hand to his face and looked past the light to see a police helicopter aiming its searchlight on them. He averted his as Mary Jane put her face between his and the searchlight and quickly pulled his mask back on.

“Whoever you are, you are under arrest for trespassing.” They heard one of the cops shout out through a loudspeaker.

“Great. As if I haven’t had to deal with the police enough tonight.” Peter mumbled. “MJ, hold on. I think this is our cue to exit.” He said.

He felt Mary Jane’s grip around his neck again. He looked over at the helicopter and gave them a little wave. He tightened his grip and kicked off the spire. As he and Mary Jane were freefalling towards the ground, he heard the cop shout into the loudspeaker.

“GET BACK HERE!”

“Yeah, right. Dream on.” Peter muttered.

As he neared the top of the next largest building, he shot out a web line and swung down and away before the helicopter could do anything about it.

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“Ah, that was an adventure.” Peter said, as they walked through Mary Jane’s balcony doors.

“It sure was, Tiger.” Mary Jane agreed.

She stared at Peter and ran his finger down his chest.

“You must be awfully cold in that wet costume, Peter. Why don’t you take it off and crawl into bed with me?”

Peter stood silently, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“Well, Tiger?” Mary Jane said, laughing. “What are you waiting for, next Christmas?”

Peter laughed with her as he took off his mask.

“No, I think I’ll just let you unwrap this Christmas gift right now.” He said.

Mary Jane smiled.

“That’s more like it.” She said. “And you can unwrap yours.”

Peter smiled as he let Mary Jane peel off his costume. He had a feeling that it was going to be a very happy new year for both of them. He sighed as he undressed Mary Jane and they crawled into bed together. He put her arms around her and pulling her close, he breathed in her ear.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” He said.

“Merry Christmas, Tiger.” She replied, kissing him.

Peter sighed as he held her close. He had to admit as he and Mary Jane fell asleep, that this was the best Christmas ever.

THE END

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