Ben had, on almost every occasion, shaped the corners of their mouths into a prettier curve. This one was no exception. Ben sat back, pulling the cap...from his head. He was bushed. It was nearly two in the afternoon. They had been at it for almost five hours. They had done more for others in the past but usually spread the procedure out over several days. "I'm bushed." Tina was equally exhausted. "Me too." Ben pulled his tray over to him. "Just a couple of injections left and we can take a. Morgan, thank you for coming. I’m sorry your flight was delayed and you didn’t have time to freshen up before dinner. Can I get you a drink?”She pulled her gaze from Janet and Richard and finally focused on me with a hint of panic in her eyes. “Who is that?” Helen had told me that Richard was almost the spitting image of his father.I stepped closer to her and moved to help her take off her coat as people shifted around to greet her. “I think you know who it is. If you are ready to forgive a few. " He murmured into her red hair."You too, Peter. So, so much."######################################They sat on the couch together as peter filled her in on how he and Gwen were doing as well as how the superhero community was going. All the while, he noticed her gaze never leaving his and then finally her hand laying on top of his."Uhmmm, Mj...." He said, his eyes indicating the connected hands as Mj only sighed and looked up at him. "Tell me peter, do you still love me?" She asked, her eyes. It was nothing special, just a plain off the shelf card. There was a hand written message. ‘Hi there, wanted to wish you a happy birthday. Miss you bunches. Sorry about not writing. Between the tour, the TV shows, and the new record deals, there just never seems to be any free time. Love ya.’ It did have OXOX at the bottom, but no promise of anything more. ‘I cried that day, not from receiving the card, but because of the card. It wasn’t her handwriting. She had dictated it, didn’t even bother.