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( I CLOSE MY EYES AND DREAM AWAY )
Okay, yeah, yeah. Bye!
[ closing and locking the apartment door after them, he leans against it momentarily and heaves a big sigh.
may and happy are definitely not going to some late night "volunteer" function for may's job. peter may smile and he may nod and try and shove them out the door while giving happy a rather stern look behind may's back, but he knows better. his peter tingle knows better. that's one thing he can cross off his never-ending list of things to be unsure about.
since touching down in the states from their trip to italy, peter's been grateful that may's welcomed the idea of mj staying with them for a few nights. it'd been as obvious as day to him that mj hadn't wanted to go home, and when no one appeared at the airport to collect her, it'd only made sense that she come back with them. he had a spare bed in his bunk and, well… it's mj.
he likes mj.
and mj likes him.
and also spider-man.
spider-man also likes mj. it just made sense.
it'd taken a lot to convince ned to leave him be for the night. while he was definitely all about broing it up, he was still sporting some bruises and sore ribs after his ordeal with beck. spending the night on the floor cross-legged and trying to build a star wars ship, while definitely exciting, wasn't something he felt entirely up for.
clearing his throat, he pushes himself off the door and begins to walk into the living room. it's not the same as their old apartment, a route that he's still relearning after years of spending his life in uncle ben's old home. maybe it's a good thing that they no longer live in that apartment. some of the memories had been weighing on them a lot. it's good to feel lighter, like dust.
walking to his bedroom, he leans against the open doorframe and smiles at mj. he'd like to think she's comfortable in this apartment—or as comfortable as he is. while he doesn't want her to feel uncomfortable, this is something that's brand new to them.
and he doesn't want to mess it up. what if she decides she dislikes him because of how he positions his pillows? ]
So, uh, May and Happy are gone. [ crossing his arms against his chest, he immediately unwraps them once he realises he doesn't look cool nor does he know how to properly stand. she's in his room and, well… she's in his room. ]
Did you want anything? A drink? Maybe a snack? We could go get a taco or a hotdog… [ he twists slightly and throws his thumb over his shoulder. ] There's also a really good sandwich shop a few blocks away and a really cool cat.
[ closing and locking the apartment door after them, he leans against it momentarily and heaves a big sigh.
may and happy are definitely not going to some late night "volunteer" function for may's job. peter may smile and he may nod and try and shove them out the door while giving happy a rather stern look behind may's back, but he knows better. his peter tingle knows better. that's one thing he can cross off his never-ending list of things to be unsure about.
since touching down in the states from their trip to italy, peter's been grateful that may's welcomed the idea of mj staying with them for a few nights. it'd been as obvious as day to him that mj hadn't wanted to go home, and when no one appeared at the airport to collect her, it'd only made sense that she come back with them. he had a spare bed in his bunk and, well… it's mj.
he likes mj.
and mj likes him.
and also spider-man.
spider-man also likes mj. it just made sense.
it'd taken a lot to convince ned to leave him be for the night. while he was definitely all about broing it up, he was still sporting some bruises and sore ribs after his ordeal with beck. spending the night on the floor cross-legged and trying to build a star wars ship, while definitely exciting, wasn't something he felt entirely up for.
clearing his throat, he pushes himself off the door and begins to walk into the living room. it's not the same as their old apartment, a route that he's still relearning after years of spending his life in uncle ben's old home. maybe it's a good thing that they no longer live in that apartment. some of the memories had been weighing on them a lot. it's good to feel lighter, like dust.
walking to his bedroom, he leans against the open doorframe and smiles at mj. he'd like to think she's comfortable in this apartment—or as comfortable as he is. while he doesn't want her to feel uncomfortable, this is something that's brand new to them.
and he doesn't want to mess it up. what if she decides she dislikes him because of how he positions his pillows? ]
So, uh, May and Happy are gone. [ crossing his arms against his chest, he immediately unwraps them once he realises he doesn't look cool nor does he know how to properly stand. she's in his room and, well… she's in his room. ]
Did you want anything? A drink? Maybe a snack? We could go get a taco or a hotdog… [ he twists slightly and throws his thumb over his shoulder. ] There's also a really good sandwich shop a few blocks away and a really cool cat.
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most of the time.
so, he closes his mouth and sighs in defeat, allowing his shoulders to slump down. ]
Okay.
[ he's quick to lift his hand, index finger pointed upward almost threateningly. ] But you have to answer one question.
[ it's an important question, one that she'll need to take seriously. it's so serious and important that he purposefully pauses and licks his lips, bracing himself by rolling his shoulders back. ]
Would you let Spider-Man borrow a book?
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but then mj looks at peter, someone who'd take on an entire army on his own, and he's having an internal crisis on whether he wants to pick a fight with her over something dumb and trivial. it's just another reminder for her that all the avengers are human and maybe she ought to cut them some slack if they don't meet her lofty expectations. no one's perfect, especially when they have the world on their shoulders.
at his sudden sign of seriousness, her brows rise, that movement the only indication of the fear of a Serious Discussion. not that she doesn't want or wouldn't mind it, exactly. it's just that they were having such a good, fun rapport going on and now it's getting all serious and she's starving and jetlag and can't they have it out after a couple slices and an episode of the real housewives of new asgard?
then he asks his dumb question and all the air gets knocked out her. in response, she barks out a laugh, short and sharp. ) Absolutely not. ( unless the fate of the world and/or her favourite coffee shop was on the line. maybe.
now, time for her important question. mj pulls out her phone from her back pocket, winking and shooting a finger gun at peter. ) Pineapple or nada?
( careful. one wrong answer and you'll be eating pizza on your own, peter piper. )
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good on you, parker.
but she'd laughed, and that's all he's wanted since he conspired with may to bring mj back here. he doesn't know what it's like to have a difficult relationship with his parents, but he doesn't think he needs to have the experience to be able to empathise. there's a gaping hole where his own parents are. all he's sure of is that if aunt may has a big enough heart to let mj come in and see them at their most dysfunctional, then that's the best choice.
he smiles, feeling and looking sheepish, and bites his bottom lip as he gives her very serious question some very serious thought. ]
I think… [ he narrows his eyes and peers cup at the ceiling as if he can see numbers in the air. he wants to drag this out and make it as painful as possible for her. ] I think, for today, nada. No pineapple, miss. I think we need to appreciate the best of pizzas tonight.
[ he bites at his lips and smiles. ]
Are you going to call Spider-Man on me? I hear he's happy to web anyone up for you, Miss Jones.
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oh my god. she rolls her eyes, a slight smile tugging at her mouth, and playfully smacks his shoulder. ) Don't be a cornball. But correct answer. No pineapple on pizza.
( mj turns on her heel and starts to walk down the hallway towards the living room, head down as she scrolls through the pizza app to make and order their pizza, garlic bread, and brownie-cookie. and what a glorious return to true pizza. don't @ her.
it only takes the time between leaving peter's room to the old couch in the living room for mj to order the pizza, etc. she flops down on the couch, still on her cell phone, and kicks her stockinged feet up on the coffee table. the app says it'll be delivered in the next twenty minutes. so oh what will they do to waste that time, huh?
maybe mj should text betty. ask her for advice on how to act around boys. after all, she got a boyfriend, fell in love, and broke up with him in the span of only a couple weeks. betty is experienced while mj is not. )
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he smiles like an idiot. he knows he's an idiot. he knows that if aunt may came home right now, she'd stop mid-sentence, sidle up to him, and pinch his sides and his ear and whisper a little too loudly (but totally conspiratorially) about the girl on the couch who's making herself at home and how cute she is. may likes people being comfortable. he knows that may would enjoy seeing mj like this, not at all feeling strange and out of place in their apartment.
to peter, it's clear that she's comfortable. he's glad that she is. he doesn't want her to feel like she can't relax.
he scratches the back of his neck. ]
Did you want a drink? [ slapping his forehead loudly, he mutters, ] Ow. [ keeping his face scrunched up, he rubs his temple. ] I should've asked you. Oh, man. How am I going to redeem myself for being a cornball if I don't stop being a cornball?
[ he knows he's being a cornball. peter parker isn't used to being the hospitable host. ned walks around the apartment like he's a part of the furniture, and mj… she's quickly becoming a part of it.
he turns on his heel and walks an easy three steps into the kitchen and begins opening the cupboard to collect glasses. ]
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hydra zompocalypse: a hydra zombie documentary.
yeah. that'll do. mj turns the volume up a couple notches then tosses the remote on the little tray in the middle of the coffee table, settling into the worn couch. she can't really watch stuff like this at home, what with her little sister practically attached to mj's hip and interested in everything she does. her sister can't even watch that toy story 3 without getting a nightmare about the giant baby. so it's nice that she can relax and watch adult stuff like this without worrying about future and imminent night terrors. )
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It's just tap.
[ he doesn't know why he's even nervous.
standing by the edge of the couch, he lifts his glass to his lips and lifts his brows in recognition. he knows that documentary. it had frightened ned a little and had made peter so curious he had texted happy to ask tony to ask captain america how he felt about it. he never did get a response.
and he's a little… well, mj is here and mj is comfortable and he feels like he's got eight arms like the spider that had bitten him.
with his hands around his glass, he's looking at the tv when he says, ] Zombies, man. I never want to fight one.
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she takes a sip of water, eyes on the tv screen, and considers peter's words. ) I think you could take one. I mean, you'd have to change your tactics and not hit them with your head like you do with everything else. But, you have the strength, speed, and dexterity to avoid getting bitten.
( has she thought this out? yes. has she sorted the avengers in a list of "most likely to survive" to "will trip slapstick style into a group of zombies"? yes. where did peter land? slapstick style into a group of zombies. )
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he really wants to impress her. he should probably calm down a little on that front.
sitting on the arm of the couch, he looks at the television but doesn't see anything on the screen. he's too busy focusing on mj's words, their possible implications… he smiles, liking that she'd think he'd able to take on a zombie. ]
I don't hit everything with my head. [ he turns to face her, smile wide. ] I didn't hit the Vulture like that! Or Thanos!
[ no, instead, he'd gotten smacked in the head with thanos' fist. god, that guy was an asshole. it's best to think of the good stuff and not everything else that occurred on that planet. ]
I'd definitely hit them with a spiderweb. [ he thrusts his wrist out as if he has his webshooters. ] Thwip! Zombie down!
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You takin' heads off or just giving them jackets? That's the only way to kill a zombie, y'know. ( unless they're talking "the return of the living dead" kind of zombies where basically nothing can kill them. but, mj is just talking about the standard, normal zombie that can be killed with a cricket bat to the head.
the show goes to commercial and an ad for a show about the hunt for ancient snake people comes on. mj asks, voice low and thoughtful, ) Would you kill me if I turned into a zombie?
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[ if he was wearing his spider-man mask, his eyes would widen comically and he'd appear like he's a bug stuck in headlights. without his mask, he's just regular peter who's clearly taken aback and gaping like a fish.
he furrows his brows tightly and shakes his head. ]
No.
[ and he means it. it surprises him a little. ]
I'd be like Shaun and keep you alive. I could read to you and you could, like, almost eat me. [ he shrugs. ] I'd be okay with that. We could be zombie buddies.
[ zombie boyfriend and girlfriend. ]
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Cos I'd kill you. Like yeah, I'd totally hesitate and cry my eyes out about it, but like. ( she sucks some air through her teeth and turns back to the tv. ) Gotta do what you gotta do.
( and she means it. dead zombie boyfriend and girlfriend with a sweetass spiked mace. )