The Amazing Spider-Man - Love, MJ

IV

I bounce on the balls of my feet in the kitchen watching the timer on the microwave countdown. I turn around as my phone rings on the table. Snatching it up, I answer absentmindedly and without checking the caller ID. "Hello?" 

I hear a hushed sigh on the other end of the phone call, "MJ, hey it's Peter... Peter Parker."

I smile and lean against the kitchen table, "I know who you are Pete, no need for the surname. What's up?"

"Something's... I don't know, somethings going on." There was a waver in his voice that made my heart stop for a second.

"Peter? What's wrong? Are you okay?" I forget about my microwaved dinner and walk to my room to put a shirt on.

"I— I don't know, somethings changed." He mumbles,

I furrow my brows as I set my phone down on speaker, "What do you mean?" I grab a shirt from out of my hamper and throw it on.

"It's like— it's like I can hear and see everything." He mumbles with half a mind, was he on drugs or something?

"I'm coming to your place Peter, it's okay. What's your address?" I ask, he mumbles incoherently for a few seconds before inhaling sharply and telling me his address.

"Okay, don't worry I'll be there in a few minutes." I snatch my house keys from off the rack and shut my door as I leave.

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I grunt in struggle as I pull myself up to his bedroom window. My arm's straining with a muscle burn, god I've never been so active in my life. I lift a hand to hit his window and he's already there and opening it like he knew before I did that I was here; odd cute boy.

"Hey, so... you think you can drag me in?" I humorlessly joke and he takes it seriously as he grabs my wrists in clammy hands and pulls me up with ease.

I land on my feet as he lets go pacing his room. His hair was sweaty and stuck to his forehead, a pile of food on his bed. I walk up to him and gently place my hands on his arms stopping him, "Hey... hey. Pete it's okay. Tell me what happened."

He grabs my wrists in shaky hands and nods a few times, "It bit me."

I furrow my brows, "What bit you?"

He flicks a wrist at his desk, and I let him go to bend over. I stare at one of the spiders from Oscorps experiments curled up in a death pose. I spin around and grab his face tilting his head side to side up and down.

"Where? Where's the bite?" I rush out and lift a flaccid arm forcing his sleeve up. He shrugs me off and turns around pulling the collar of his shirt down.

"Jesus." I mumble as I stare at the inflamed bite mark.

"Okay— okay. I'm sure you're fine. It's fine, it's just a reaction, you know? We didn't use deadly spiders... I think." I mumble to myself as I place a hand on my chin, my fingers covering my lips as I stare at the floor thinking, mind going about a mile a minute.

"It's doing something, MJ. Something weird's happening to me." He whispers shakily, obviously scared and I nod as a trickle of my own fear curls up my spine.

"I know, I know. It's just a reaction. Maybe it's just a side effect, you know?" I reassure him with unsure words, and he nods as he wipes his forehead. 

I walk up to him and grab his face delicately, "You'll be okay by morning, I'll stay here and make sure this doesn't get worse, alright?" He nods rapidly and runs his hands through his clammy hair.

"Get some sleep, I'll be here. I'll be right here." I lead him over to his bed and he flops down allowing me to clear the half-eaten, semi-melted frozen food off his bed and into a trashcan by his desk.