Spiderman: Finding Home

Chapter 15

MJ's POV

To say Michelle was impressed would be an understatement.

Peter Parker, the nerdy dork and friendly superhero who helped old ladies across the street, surprisingly has a confidence streak in him.

She wasn't an idiot. She knew that she was intimidating which is how she likes it to be. Ned Leeds and Peter in particular had been on the end of her intimidation tactics more than a number of times in an effort to scare them off. It obviously didn't work which was a fact she was only just beginning to be grateful for.

Her already fast heart rate felt like it tripled in speed as she watched Parker push off from the fridge and make his way towards her, a look of determination etched into his brow. Michelle wasn't used to such an expression on Peter. Usually, he was full of awkward smiles and nervous chuckles which she had found herself to grow quite fond of, but this made something awaken in her chest that felt almost primal.

She somehow processed this all in a few moments but by the time she could inhale and prepare to speak, he was there. She shut her eyes as his hand curved around the back of her neck and her hand unconsciously reached to press his chest. The brush of his lips against hers was barely there, barely tangible. But she knew it was going to change everything.

Michelle hadn't been kissed before. Unless you counted a chaste kiss with her 2nd Grade crush behind the school hall or David but she didn't count them.

This was the first proper kiss she had experienced. And it was with Spider freaking man.

Peter goddamn Parker.

It was perfect.

Without meaning to, Michelle found herself breathing out a sigh against his lips and even with eyes closed, she felt his curving into a smile.

"This okay?" his voice was barely a whisper and she blinked her eyes open to see him right before her, face bright red and a nervous smile on his lips.

In response, she reached up hesitantly to brush one of his curls from his face before pulling on his shirt to pull him back to her.

With her confirmation, an already bold Peter appeared to be even bolder. Instead of chaste, this kiss was searing as he pressed eagerly against her, prompting her to open her knees so he could press closer. She felt herself humming against his lips as his hands began to comb through her hair.

This surprising change in events was like a balm to her very wounded heart, as cliché as it felt to say.

The thought made her pull back sharply, her eyes desperately searching his. Was she using him? Was this just a distraction?

"You okay?" he asked, tracing the back of his hand down her cheek. It felt soft and made her tingly. She wanted more than anything to pull him back and to beg him to help her forget, but she wouldn't do that to him.

"I don't think this is the case," she began, words sounding as cautious as she felt. "But because of everything... I'm worried that I'm not in the right headspace to do this properly."

Peter looked away, biting his lip.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed this on you."

"That's not what I meant," she instinctively reached to cup his cheek, daring him to meet her eyes which he eventually did. Her heart dropped at the wound-ness in them.

This feeling thing sucks but hurting Peter felt even worse. She took a deep breath.

"I want to. I want to... explore this," she said all this looking at the ground. "But I want to do it when I'm not so... confused and full of so many different things I can't comprehend. I don't want to hurt you."