Spiderman: Finding Home

Chapter 13

MJ's POV

Michelle paced backwards and forwards, her heart still beating rapidly from running and the still present anxiety coursing through her veins. She was on her and Peter's rooftop and had been for the last hour. She muttered under her breath, reciting math equations in her head in an attempt to keep her thoughts quiet, but it wasn't entirely working.

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"Hello, Michelle."

They stared at each other for what felt like hours. Her breath became shorter and her heartbeat louder as everything felt like it disappeared except for him. A smirk was still plastered across his face, eyes daring her to say something but glinting with the knowledge that he knew she wouldn't.

He slowly patted the seat next to him on the couch. The same couch where he hurt her in every possible way. His grin turned taunting.

"Why don't you sit?"

The question sent her reeling backwards, knocking into her mother who subsequentially let out a squawk as she fell into one of the walls.

"What the hell," she slurred, glaring at Michelle. "What are you doing?"

Michelle continued backing away, not daring to take her eyes off of the man whose name she didn't know.

"Michelle," her mother demanded, grabbing her arm. "Go sit down. David wants to meet you."

So that was his name. She shook her head rapidly, wrenching free of her mum as fear bled into anger.

"No, mum. We've met

Her mother's eyes narrowed as she grabbed her again.

"I. Said. Sit. Don't be rude. It's impolite."

She shoved Michelle forward, but she kept moving, fear and adrenaline filling her. Stumbling initially, she had one resounding thought as she made a break for the door.

"I need to get out of here."

Her mum was too drunk to stop her. David just seemed pleased to have got to her. Neither of them stopped her as she went barrelling out of the front door.

She didn't think; couldn't. Her mind was blank as she let her legs carry her anyplace else than here. If she was being honest, she had no memory of how she got here except now she was. When her feet hit the rooftop, she collapsed to her knees and began to sob. Her body shook from the tears but also the panic. Air was still hard to take in and she clutched her knees to her chest as she rocked back and forth. When her breathing calmed only minuscular, she had the sense to grab her phone, praising the gods that she had it in her pocket. She didn't really think as she quickly picked out Peter's name from the contacts. She tried to stop her crying as she listened to the dial tone and rapidly typed out text messages as she waited for him to pick up.

He's here.

I'm on the rooftop.

I need help.

Please come.

Peter.

Parker.

Spider-man.

He didn't pick up so she tried again. And again. And again. When her call went to voice-mail the fifth and final time, she left a voice message. At any other time, she would be embarrassed at the fear and panic in her voice and the sheer patheticness of it, but right now all she could think about was the help she needed.