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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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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. )