Spiderman Oneshots

And they were ROOMMATES

This right here is fanfic of a fanfic! If you haven't yet read FictionFanLady 's spectacular series 'And They Were NEIGHBORS' in her book Stories Focussed On Spider-Man, then where have you been and why are you here, go read the whole book right now I'll see ya later.

This chapter is an AU of that AU, because I absolutely love her characters and she very kindly gave me permission to play with them. For those needing a reminder: MJ and Peter are friends as Spider-Woman and Spider-Man, they don't know each other's identities or each other outside of the suit very well, and they're living with the Avengers. It's shorter than I thought it would be because I was really struggling to do these guys credit, but hopefully it's as fun to read as it was to write. I might even revisit them some other time :>

Enjoy!

MJ walked into the living area to see Spider-Man sat on the ceiling above the loveseat like the heathen he was. The Office was playing on Tony's offensively large TV. It was a show Spider-Man only watched when he was feeling down, or not really watching at all. MJ had her suspicions.

"Can you even see that upside-down?" She asked as she walked over, craning her neck to get an idea of his view. He shrugged.

"Yeah, I don't really think about it that much. Feels natural this way up. Besides, I've seen this episode before."

She had as well, but she still sat on the loveseat directly beneath him. If anyone asked why she chose that spot she'd tell them it was because she didn't want to be squished up on the couch if others joined them, but really it was just to annoy Spider-Man.

On screen, Jim turned to look into the camera and there was a brief silence where someone should have laughed, but both of them had missed the joke.

"So," MJ said conversationally. "You're going after Kraven tomorrow, aren't you?"

She barely got a moment's notice before Spider-Man fell off the ceiling and landed on top of her in the chair with an "Oof-", leaving her with a lapful of vigilante. He just as quickly scrambled off of her and tripped backwards, falling into a backwards roll and getting to his feet smoothly as if to act like it was his plan all along. He brushed non-existent carpet dust off his shoulders.

She ignored the warmth of her ears under her mask as she laughed at him. Spider-Man stuck his tongue out at her, like a mature adult. She stuck hers right back. "I don't actually bite, you know? Not you, anyway."

"What a relief," he deadpanned back. "How'd you know I'm going after him?"

"Telepathy."

"No, seriously."

She didn't break eye-contact. A few seconds passed, and Spider-Man wavered. "Wait, seriously?"

She broke into laughter again and he pouted, whining, "I don't know how the spider affected you! You might have telepathy, how was I to know?" She kept laughing and he folded his arms. "Meanie."

"Child," MJ retaliated. "I can tell because you're all broody again. Let me know if you want a hand, okay? It doesn't have to be a big deal."

Spider-Man nodded. "Thanks." She knew he wouldn't ask, though. Maybe someday.

"Spider-Woman?" Natasha's voice called from the kitchen. "You got a minute?"

"On my way," MJ said, and fixed Spider-Man with a glare. "Don't do anything stupid, okay?"

"Difficult, but I'll try," he promised. Satisfied, she left to help Natasha.

Nat needed a hand carrying gym equipment into an empty room, then Clint needed help trying to find where someone had hidden his personal gym, then Steve needed help breaking up a brawl between two super spies.