‘    you’re him,  aren’t you ?   you’re peter,   ’    and mary jane says it kindly,  softly;   like it’s a name she’s kept treasured her whole life.   and her eyes too,  they go over his features with such tender fascination,  her smile never once wiped away from her face.   you’d think figuring out your best friend’s the spider-man would be shocking enough,   but to see a duplicate from another universe...

mary jane smiles wider.

‘   you have his eyes.   brown,  puppy-dog eyes.   i’d know ‘em anywhere,   ’    she says,  a voice still above a whisper.    ‘    oh,  i’m so sorry,  cariño !   i’m mary jane.   um...   mj?   ’    because if it’s anything like how peter tells her,  then the younger looking peter should have his own version of mj.   to think they’re friends in every lives.   that’s...  yeah.  mary jane’s happy.

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