A year to Remember. Part 2, the Internship

The Mistakes of a Weirdo

MJ POV:

Today's been interesting, but of course I'm the only one to have noticed. Ray is too deep in protein structures to even see the papers fly, Loser 1 and Loser A are too busy chatting or on their phones to suspect anything, and Abe keeps chucking it up to closing doors and opened windows. I don't buy that.

Once again and fifth time this morning, a sudden, quick wind blowing through the office sending papers everywhere and rattling chairs around. Just as swiftly as it arrived, it disappeared, calming the room once again. Ray, Abe and Ned were too busy to care, and Peter would've been too if he hadn't almost dropped his phone.

The only one suspicious, and the only one prepared, left my phone on to record the lab. "Just gotta slow it down" I mutter reviewing the footage, shifting it to .25 speed and repeating it until I got the right frame. "Gotcha", I say, staring at the blur on the scree, silver and blue lightning coming from it. "We're gonna need to talk".

I power walk towards the door, shouting a sharp "I'll be back", to which only Pete nods. "FRI", I call once I'm by the gold rimmed elevator. "Avengers floor, now".

"Of course Ms Jones. Boss has instructed me to ask if there's a problem and if all need to be there".

I smirk, nosy ass bastard. "Tell Stark to back off if he doesn't want a problem". FRIDAY stays quiet the rest of the ride up, until I ask. "Where's Quicksilver?". It took a second's pause for her answer. "Down the hall, turn right, fifth door down", She obliges. I presume under Stark's direction. Good. I follow the instructions, walking up to a door with the very recognisable accented voice muffled behind.

I slide it open, making no noise, giving me a full view of the uniformed Avenger pacing back and forth. "Running off somewhere?", I ask, making him jump and yelp in surprise.

3rd Person POV:

"MJ! What- what are you doing here?", He asks, visibly flustered and awkward.

She smirks, seeing his frazzled state, choosing to play a little. "A casual walk. But back on topic, you seem to be getting pumped, going on a run?", She asks, followed by a muttered "again" that she's certain it was loud for him to hear. Only certified by him turning pale. "Oh, I'm just... just... getting ready for training! Avenger's training today", he tries to excuse. MJ knows better.

She however, entertains him. "Of course, so this is just a warm up", she asks, filling his voice with fake understanding. "Exactly!", He exclaims, falling for her trap.

"And so you need to take a couple runs around the tower".

He looks somewhat weary, "right?".

"And of course that means running to and back from our dead end intern lab". She closes on him, the little silver fly too deep in her spider's web before he realised. Once he does, he pales, hard. Growing a mad stutter as a result.

"I-I- I mean- well", his accent only grew with his panic, MJ would've found it entertaining if she didn't have a job to do. "Don't try", she shuts him up, him being smart and saving himself. "I know this is about Peter and we need to talk".

Pietro sullens, plopping onto his bed and burying his face into his palms. "I'm in trouble, aren't I", he asks, lifting his knees closer to his chest, hiding his frown. "Not exactly", She replies, taking a seat next to him, him turning to her confused, "Like I said, I'm rooting for you all and I'm only here to discuss your... visits".

He straightens up, trying his hardest to keep his composure. "What about?", He asks weakly. "You like Peter, don't you?", he blushes again, MJ smirking at the rose cheeks and anxious smile, his stuttered denial doing nothing for her. "I saw you the last few times I visited, and he told me about your dance on Monday. Try again".