Miss Stark [Peter Parker x OC] ✔️

Miss Physics

Loud voices outside my door wake me up. “Peter, you're not dead!” Peter is back!

I jump out of bed and try to flatten the bed head. Before I open the door, I realize I still have my suit on. 'Ah crap!”

I change into something casual since I tossed away my previous outfit. After all that mess, I finally make my way to the door. “Hey! Can you guys keep it down? I'm livestreaming.” Flash shouts from the room beside me.

I turn the knob and pull the door open. There stands Peter with a backpack.

“Peter!” He turns around as I run towards him and jump up to hug him. “Morgan?” I can't stop giggling, the adrenaline from the battle is still going through me, despite my nap.

I grab his face and peck his cheek, then his other cheek, his nose, his chin, anywhere I can, before ultimately I land on his lips. It lasts a few seconds longer than normal even if it wasn't a deepened kiss.

“Sorry, it was just so fun to be back in my suit. That was my first time in over a year. Nothing beats the joy of flying in my eyes.” I laugh continue to hold onto his neck.

“But you hate swinging?”
“That's different, you've got g-force coming down on you and the wind blows my hair in all different directions.”
“And you don't when you fly?”
“Nope! Flying is gliding most of the time, so you're not fighting gravity, plus my hair just blows back.”
“Whatever you say.”
“No, it's basic physics.”

I yawn, falling from my adrenaline high. “We should go get some sleep. We had a long day.” He places his forehead against mine, “I guess you're right.”

With that, I leave to enter my room, but a few seconds later, I hear knocking at my door.

“Peter?” I open the door.
“I'm not ready for this trip to be over yet, and I kind of want to do something fun that's not on the itinerary list or planned or with Mr. Harrington, or risking our lives-” I figure he'd continue rambling if I didn't do something. I close the door and quickly grab my ordinary backpack and a jacket.

I open the door and Peter stands there in shock. 'I guess I didn't have to shut the door on him.'

“Let's go.” I grab his arm and run towards the stairs. We don't stop running until we make it to the lobby. “We should probably stop running.” He agrees with me as I stop to catch my breath.

I start to breathe normally again, and we exit the building. “Where are we going anyway, Pete?” He shrugs his shoulders and grabs my hand. “I didn't think that far ahead.” He pulls me along, “We could take a midnight stroll while we think about it,” I suggest.

As we get closer to the bridge, Peter initiates small talk. “Did ya hear what they're calling us here? The Night Monkey and the Crow. Crazy, right?”

“The Crow? That's the best they had? Might as well have called me something like, I don't know, Bat Lady. Anything more original.” We laugh and Peter stops.

“Can I tell you something?”
“Of course. No need to ask.”
“I had this plan to rekindle our relationship. I guess I got scared that we were drifting apart since you got so busy. On the plane, I wanted to sit and watch movies with you. Of course, that whole ordeal was a disaster.” Indeed, it was.

“Is that why you suddenly developed a perfume allergy?” He nods, and I smile. “Then we were supposed to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower, and I was going to give you this.” He pulls a small tin out of his pocket and sets it in my hand.

I look up at him, confused. He knows how much I hate receiving gifts. Despite this, I pop open the top, and there sits a tiny blue glass butterfly.

“Is this what you were doing in Venice? It's beautiful! I love it.” Carefully I replace the top and squeeze Pete with all my might. When we separate, he takes the container away and opens it. “It's a necklace, Morgan.” He walks behind me and brings the chain around my neck, clasping it in the back.

“It looks even better on you.”
“Just wait till MJ sees this. She'll- Oh my God! Peter, we have to tell her!”
“Wait? What tell who what?”
“MJ! MJ knows who we are! She figured it out!”

He looks at me in disbelief. “While I was getting everyone out, I found MJ. She kept calling me Morgan, and she told me she knew about you. I never confirmed it because I knew that if I confirmed my own identity it would automatically confirm yours.”

I shrug off my bag and unzip it, pulling out the metal hunk from earlier. “She didn't let me take her back until this came flying at us.” I pick the webs off of it, so he can get a better look.

“I was wondering, did you see what you pulled this off of?” I go to hand it to him when a blue light beams out of it. Suddenly startled, I drop it to the ground.

A humanoid cloud appears for a few seconds. “What the hell was that?” As I approach the metal, it continues to flicker blue. “It came from this. I think it might be a projector.”

Peter cautiously picks it up and examines it. “Yeah, but super-advanced.” He turns it around a few times.

“That was so freaking realistic.”
Peter agrees with me and a second goes by until we both realize the same thing.

“The elementals are fake?”
“Peter, how could they be fake with all that damage?”
“I know, I know. The real question is, who would do this, and why?”

I stand there with my hand over my mouth, desperately trying to think of someone.

No need to wonder any longer, the projector flickers and the cloud reappears, this time, with a friend.

“Mysterio!” Peter quickly turns back to me.

“Morgan, I gave him Edith.” He looks at me with apologetic eyes.
“You did what? Why would you do that? Dad gave them to you for a reason.” There's only a slight bit of anger in my voice.

“Morgan, listen, I'll tell you all about it later. But we need to get out of here.”