"I said 'let me go!'", MJ screamed.
"I don't think you want me to do that," Harry said.
They were flying dozens of stories above the ground, at almost 80 miles an hour.
"Why are you doing this?!," MJ yelled at him.
Harry didn't reply, leaning to the right, guiding the glider toward their destination.
"Where are you taking me?!," MJ cried out in frustration. Why wouldn't he just answer her.
"We're almost there," Harry said simply.
Trying vainly to ignore the blurring buildings below, MJ looked past him to where they were going: the Brooklyn Bridge.
"No!," MJ screamed, horrified.
"Yes," Harry said.
'This can't be Harry,' MJ thought,' Harry would never... I can't believe this! He's going to throw me off the bridge!'
Harry slowed the glider down as they approached the nearest platform, carefully lowering it onto the metal surface. MJ jumped away as Harry bent down to release his footholds, and stepped off.
"I'm getting really, really tired of this villain's hostage ****," MJ said, letting her anger overcome her fear. "You know what? Fine. Do it. Throw me off, because I can't take this any more. Kill me."
Harry's body language changed signifigantly as he neared her.
"Kill you? MJ-", Harry said, reaching up and taking his mask off,"why would you say that? I would never... I couldn't... I love you, MJ. I never stopped loving you."
MJ was stunned, staring at him blankly. She knew that he'd been upset at first, after he'd seen her and Peter in the hospital that time, but she'd had no idea how far his feelings for her went. It hadn't been until weeks later, after Norman's death, that they'd formally broken up.
Later, he's seemed strangely cheerful around her, seemingly comfortable with just being friends. Only now did it occur to her that Harry's evaisive and overly-bright attitude may have been caused by more than his father's death.
"You love me?," MJ asked numbly. Harry nodded slightly.
"You sure have a funny way of showing it," she added flatly, and Harry scowled, looking torn, furious and near tears at the same time.
"Harry... I love you as a friend, but that's all. I can't love you any other way-"
"Of course not. You can't love me, because you love him. Because he got in the way," Harry said, gesturing toward the church.
"Peter's your friend. He cares about you. Come back to us, Harry-"
"Come back to what? Why? So I can be a third wheel? Just let him rub in my face everything that he's taken from me?," he asked, then looked back toward the direction they'd come from.
"It's too late, Mary Jane. All of us know it. After what I did...," he said, shaking his head, not quite ashamed of what he'd done, but no longer ignoring it.
Mary Jane had almost forgotten. She knew that Harry was right. There was no way that Peter and Harry could be friends again. Peter would never allow it. If it came down to choosing bewteen his friendship with Harry and his duty to stop a murderer... MJ didn't even want to think about the possible outcomes.
"If you really think that, why are you doing this? Why did you bring me here, Harry?," she asked.
"You wuldn't understand, but... I have to do this. Peter stole so much from me... you, my father, probably even my sanity. I can't let him get away with it. I won't!," Harry said, clenching his fists until he felt that the armor on his hands would break. He stared in the direction of the church with such a rage that MJ could almost feel it.
"You can't be serious. Peter wants to help you. You can't do this!"
"I have to! Everything has changed. There's no going back. Peter and I are gong to fight today, and only one of us will make it out alive."
MJ looked at him, horrified. She tried to speak, but Harry put his index finger up to her lips, quieting her.
"Part of the reason I brought you here is to tel you that you're safe. No matter what happens, I'll never hurt you. I love you, MJ, and nothing will change that. I want you to know that."
"Harry-," she broke off as he grabbed her arm, and she followed his gaze. Peter was swinging furiously in the distance. She could see the change in his body movements as he saw them on the bridge, picking up speed.
Harry tugged on her arm, pulling her closer toward the edge. Panic filled her as he grabbed her other arm and turned her around, forcing her to face the water below. He puched her even father as Peter neared. MJ yelped as she nearly lost her balance, only Harry's grip keeping her from falling.
"But you said-"
"Don't worry, I won't drop you," Harry whispered, and suddenly she realized the other reason why he had brought her there. She doubted that Peter would fight Harry over what had happened thus far, but if he thought that her life was threatened...
Peter landed with a hard thump on the bridge beside them.
"Let her go, Harry," Peter demanded.
"You mean, like this?," Harry asked, and adjusted his grip so that he only held her wrists, and she screamed for a second as she nearly fell over the edge.
"Stop it!," Peter said.
"Or what?," Harry taunted.
MJ was just barely able to look over at Peter, and he saw the fear in her eyes.
"Or I swear to God, Harry, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from tearing you apart once I get ahold of you," he said. He was exactly where Harry wanted him.
"Now there's the spirit, Spider-Man!," Harry said with the strangest combination of glee and disgust MJ had ever heard.
He let go of one of her wrists, only one high-heeled shoe stuck in the platform keeping her from dangling off the side. Neither Harry nor MJ could even see the movement as Peter dove toward them, wrenching Harry's hand off of her wrist. He hit Harry across the face as MJ began to fall. But before she had fallen even 10 feet, Peter lept after her, firing a webline and catching her in mid-air, then jumping back onto the platform.
He barely even checked to make sure that MJ could stand upright before he marched toward Harry, furious. Harry had strapped himself back into the glider. He slipped his mask back on.
"C'mon, Parker, give me all you've got!," he said.
Peter didn't even hesitate, leaping at Harry, but he knew what to expect this time. Peter's fist missed his face, but he attached himself to the glider as only he and Alexia could. The glider rose.
"Peter, don't!," MJ yelled, then flinched as Harry elbowed him in the face. Higher and higher they went, then turned back toward Manhattan.
"Peter, stop! It's a trap! He's doing this on purpose!"
But already, they were too far away to hear her, and quickly out of sight.