Peter tightens his hold on her, burying his face in her shoulder, as he sobs. His fingertips dig into her back as he finds himself shuddering with the strength of it. He kept it together at the funeral. He hid himself away for weeks. He's kept it together this whole time, buried deep somewhere he couldn't reach, but it floods out-

It floods out for a long time. She holds him, and he sinks into that hold as if finally letting out all that he's- all that has been wound up inside of him for weeks. When he pulls his face away, it's slow so he can look at Mary Jane again.

"Was it-"

He clears his throat through the emotion lodging there.

"Was it me there too? Did I-"

Harry made her fall, but it was Peter who tried to save her. It was Peter that made it so she was there. It was Peter's web that cracked her spine like it- like it did. He's thought and rethought it over and over again (how could he have done it differently? where could his webbing have attached to instead that wouldn't have resulted in her spine snapping?

there has to be a way he could have done it differently-)