At first, about ten minutes after Black Cat had left that night, Spider-Man had wondered how she would actually find him, but then he remembered she had found him then, and set off an alarm for his attention. She could easily find him, which he definitely has some thoughts on. Hopefully, she's good at finding Spider-Man and not Peter Parker.
So Peter thinks he should be swinging around in his suit one hour prior. He makes sure to look at the clock to remember when he dresses up and plops down on his bed with a sigh. His paper isn't really going well, once again. He starts writing a good portion, then falls into a ditch of uncertainty and there seems to be no motivation to dig himself back up. It helped when he visited Doctor Otto Octavius, considering the paper was about him. Peter was able to write a good couple of words simply from one talk.
He wonders if he should take up the offer to eat dinner with them. But that would mean possibly skipping out on his mission with Black Cat, which- well, which he thinks he can't do.
He groans, bringing a hand up to his face before sitting up properly in his bed and looking towards the balcony. The paper for Dr. Conners, the mission with Black Cat... and the other stuff that he has to do. One would think after being Spider-Man for a while, Peter would be able to easily balance the two lives of a crime-fighter and a college student.
Not yet, he hasn't. But he likes to believe that he's getting there when he's in a better mood. But now isn't exactly one of them, because he can just feel an itch at the tip of his fingers, like he should be doing something but his brain doesn't know it, only his body. He squints at his wall, attempting to go through a list of things he might have planned this evening and can't find anything before his phone abruptly rings.
He clicks his tongue, he'll have to think about it after this call. He picks up the phone, flips it open, and holds it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Hey, Peter," Her voice starts and he instantly recognizes Mary Jane on the phone. "I was just letting you know that you should probably be here by now."
Peter pauses, mentally wincing as he realizes oh, shoot, he was forgetting something about MJ. He sadly doesn't know what, though, so he bites his tongue with a short debate and breathes in. "Be where?"
He can hear the sigh MJ takes, how she tries to cut herself off. "My play, Peter."
Her play.
The memory clicks back into Peter's brain at that exact second like it never even left as he brings a hand to his forehead and rushes to stand up. "Crap," He mutters, holding the phone away, then pulling it back. "Uhhh, be right there. Bye!"
He snaps his phone closed and tucks it in his pocket, hurriedly looking around for what he needs to take with him. Considering when it starts, he has to give in and change into his spidey suit if he wants to make it in time. He throws a hoodie on top of it and tosses his shoes and pants into his backpack along with his keys, his wallet, and his phone.
He thinks he has checked every item off the list and leaves with a dive off his balcony.
He scrambles to properly throw his backpack on while swinging and takes the time to do so when he runs across some random roof before leaping with a web shot towards a higher building further away.
He slides between two buildings, letting go of the web line and starting another, a blur of bright lights below him on the streets and stores, and around him from big screens on tall buildings.
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Trip A Spider
Fanfiction"You're the one following me," She says with a hand placed on her hip. He huffs, but then she steps forward and within a blink of his eyes, her hands are on his shoulder lightly, almost hovering, but still touching. Through his costume of course, bu...
