The Amazing Spider-Man - Love, MJ

XI

"What'd you need, mom?" I mumble as I walk back into the kitchen with mama. Having to just ignore the fact that I just witnessed Peter jump off the roof of my complex was definitely... weird.

I mean, he just... flew off like it was nothing. Sure, maybe it was nothing, but it didn't look like nothing. Kind of jealous of his powers, it must be so cool but also weird? 

I snap out of my thoughts when moms radio on the kitchen counter (beside her police jacket) went off, the dispatcher giving off information on a disturbance and multiple vehicular accident on the bridge. That must be where Peter went.

"We'll talk about it later. I gotta go." She says, pointing a stern finger at me as she steps around the table to grab her jacket and the radio. She walks over to mama to kiss her goodbye. All I got was a warning glare as the door shut.

Mama sighs and begins to pick up the table, stacking plates. "I think he was nice. I liked the way he looked at you, not all icky." She says to create conversation. I sigh, watching her for a moment before stepping up to help her.

"Yeah..." I breathe out, taking the four glasses to the sink as she follows behind with the plates. "He's... he's great, mama." I mumble, she steps up beside me at the sink and sets the plates down. Facing me, her hip against the counter, she lifts a hand to my face brushing hairs back.

"Are you happy?" She asks with a soft smile, cupping my cheek after tucking some hair behind my ear.

I nod slowly a few times. "Yeah, yeah... I'm happy." Her smile broadens and she nods back.

"Good. Then I'm happy. He's a good boy." She says as she turns to flip on the faucet, gesturing a hand down at the dishes in the sink. "You wash I dry?"

"Alright." I hum, and we start to clean the dishes. Going back and forth smoothly. It was actually kind of nice.

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I stare in fascination at the arachnid in the small glass jar. Just big enough for its slender body. I twirl it in front of my eyes, mouth slightly agape. Wondering briefly why he'd kept it in the first place. I mean it was cool, definitely fucking cool, but there was also the small chance it was still dangerous.

"I can't believe you kept this...It's so beautiful." I mumble, bringing it away from my face to hand it back to him.

"Knows how to bite, though." He jokes quietly, I snort and give him a show of rolling my eyes.

"Who else knows about this, Pete?" I ask looking up at him. Hey, a girl can wonder, alright? Some superheroes had those geeky 'guys in the chair', right? And I definitely was not gonna be Peter's guy in the chair.

"Just you." He says, smiling slightly with one side of his mouth. I shake my head and bump my shoulder into his. He does it back gently, slightly bonking our heads together.

There was a pause before he spoke again, "Hey, you— you don't... you don't believe what the police are saying, do you?" He asks quietly, like he was a bit nervous about the answer.

"Why would I? I know you; I know you'd never do anything horrible." I mumble, leaning into his side to give physical comfort. Being into a girl with a police chief for a mother as a masked vigilante has got to be scary. I'd be paranoid.

"Is it scary? You know... what you can do?" I ask after a moment of silence, bringing one of my hands to fiddle with his. Thumb running over faint scars from the time he'd split his knuckles doing God knows what to who knows who.

He watches me for a moment, his eyes moving between mine with a soft smile before he shakes his head. "No. No."

I hum softly in response as he turns slightly to face me more, tugging my hand into his as he does. "What'd that thing on the bridge look like?"

"It was real big. Too big to be human." He gives a vague description that had my brows raising. Did that mean there was another thing like him, but obviously different? But that'd be impossible. Peter was bitten by accident, and there's no way it could've happened twice and mutated a body that much.

"Are you gonna lay low? What if it's dangerous?" I knew that last part was dumb the moment it left my mouth. He played vigilante at night; everything was dangerous at this point.

"No, can't do that." He says immediately, which I understood but also... kind of didn't.

"You might have to, Pete. I mean... why— why not?" I question with slightly furrowed brows, it was a choice, wasn't it? To go out, to do what he did. Why couldn't he just... not for a little. Until it got safer. 

"Because of last night. Those people on the bridge. Whatever was attacking them woulda... woulda killed them." He explains, looking down for a moment as he shakes his head. I inhale deeply, getting where he was coming from a lot more now. Now that I had something. "So, I... I gotta go after it."

I regard him for a moment, looking over his face. He was serious, and I knew he would be regardless of what I had to say. "Is that really your job, though?"

He looks at me, like I had looked at him. "Maybe it is."

I nod softly, giving him a small smile. "Okay, alright." He gives me a slightly dazed smile back. Like this wasn't really what he wanted to talk about.

"I really liked kissing you." He says suddenly, I breathe a laugh through my nose as I tilt my head slightly. "You're an amazing kisser."

I snort and shake my head. "I really liked it too, Pete." I hum softly, and his eyes softened when I said his name. He had always seemed to enjoy the shortened version I said.

He shifts, leaning in slightly with a small smile. "Yeah?" He questions, and all I could get out was a slight agreeing noise before he was leaning in and I was too. It was slow, but it was... nice.

Right before his lips meet with mine, he catches something in his hand. I look over and its a fucking football, he doesn't even spare it a glance as he throws it away. It hits the goal post and bends one of the bars.

I couldn't stop the laugh that left me in surprise, I quickly cover my mouth as the players on the field look around in what could be safely assumed as anger.