Peter touched her hair, cradling the back of her neck in his hands. It sounded great. Getting away from everything, never having to deal with all that again. But nothing ever worked out that way in Peter's life, or in MJ's. It was a lot to expect.
"We have to go back," he breathed. "If the chance comes up. We don't belong here." Everyone is back home. Aunt May, Tony, the rest of the New Avengers. Peter had responsibilities there. Besides, this alternate reality thing never worked out. Ever. "We have to go home."