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On Saturday, Peter got ready for his "date" with MJ. On his way to her, an OsCorp truck filled with plutonium speeds by.
"Oh, fucking great." Peter mumbles to himself, running to an alley to suit up in. Once he was suited up, he started swinging after the truck.
"SAY HELLO TO ALEKSEI SYTSEVICH!" The man in the driver's seat yells. Peter crawls over to the driver's window and knocks on it.
"Hey, so I'm Spider-Man. But, you can call me web heads, you can call me amazing, just don't call me late for dinner, get it?" Peter quips. Aleksei throws a punch at Peter but Peter ducks just in time to miss it.
"So, are you a mugger?" He asks, leaning into the window of the truck.
"I'm a killer!" Aleksei exclaims, firing a gun at him. He also ducks down to dodge the bullets, as Aleksei speeds up the truck.
"Mr. Evil Driver, you stay here!" Peter instructs, swinging in front of the truck to save people. Once he got everyone saved, he heads to the back of the truck to take out the robbers, and put the plutonium back in place.
"Oh, come on." Peter groans, as he chases one that had gotten lose. He grabs it before it hit the ground but he ended up getting hit by an ambulance in the process. While being stuck to the front of the ambulance, he receives a call from Mary Jane.
"Dude, where the hell are you? We were supposed to meet up today." MJ demands.
"I'm sorry, I ran into some Spider-Man related troubles." Peter says.
"Do I even wanna know what's happening?" MJ asks.
"Look, don't worry about it. I'll be-
"Are those sirens?" MJ questions.
"No, of course not." Peter lies, looking at Dani in the nearby police car. MJ's voice starts to fade as the thought of his old friend distracted him.
"Peter!" MJ says firmly.
"Look gotta go, see you when I get there." _____________________________________________
At the restaurant MJ was at, she sits alone, waiting for Peter to wrap up his duties as Spider-Man. Her sitting alone earned looks from other people.
"Waiting on someone?" A boy with curly hair and mustache asks. MJ looks up at him, with her cheeks turning bright red.
"Y-yeah. He's busy right now, so he'll take a while to g-get here." She sputters. The boy nods.
"Mind if I sit here? Just to keep you company?"
"I don't mind, go ahead."
The boy sits across MJ, who was clearly still blushing.
"What's your name, if you don't mind me asking..."
