"Peter." The whisper was almost too faint to hear. He didn't know if it was him imagining the voice or not so he kept sleeping. With his eyes closed, he listened to someone walking around in his apartment. It was his daughter, May, preparing breakfast before school.

"I love you, Peter." Aggravated, Peter sat up rubbing his eyes. After eight years M.J. managed to keep Peter awake at night even though she was dead. She haunted his dreams and thoughts only urging him to question his sanity.

"Goodbye, Peter." Peter splashed water in his face trying to ignore her. She was persistent, and he thought he loved that about her, but now he wondered what was likable about it.

"Daddy, can I make pancakes?" The real voice made Peter jump. He turned to see May standing in the bathroom door way holding pancake mix and a measuring cup. "PLEEAASSE!"

"No. Get some cereal." He replied. She frowned and walked away defeated again. "You have ten minutes!" he yelled to the kitchen. Peter scrambled in and out of the shower and met May at the doorway.

Together, the walked to May's bus stop in silence. After watching the bus drive away, Peter's eyes watered. Ever since M.J. died, Peter was never able to look May in the face for fear of seeing M.J. After walking back home, Peter looked in his closet and saw his Spiderman suit. It hadn't been touched since M.J. died. He sighed.

"One more." Peter told himself. He slid into the suit and looked at himself in the mirror. Disappointed with what he saw he looked away. Without the exercise of swinging from building and fighting crime Peter had gained weight making the suit extra tight. Pulling the mask over his head brought back memories. They filled his head one by one from Norman Osborne's death to Mary Jane's death. He would do anything to bring her back…Anything