Spider-Man Evolution

Consequences

Peter Parker takes a deep calming breath as he stares at the Allan family door, it had only been a couple days since their first date. Harry had said he should wait but God was he too excited to listen.

He really liked Liz, she was beautiful, friendly, feigned interest when he talked about his science. 

Did he mention beautiful, because wow was she beautiful.

Peter raises his hand to knock but pauses when he hears what he assumes is Liz's father and mother talking to each other.

“She's too young.” A man says firmly, “She's a baby, mi amor.”

“Ei! She's fourteen Wilson, she's turning into a woman. You do this every time she brings a boy over, if you keep doing this she'll stop telling us things!”

“It's too late anyway, Papá! He's going to be here any second, so don't scare him off.” Liz pleads with the man, “I really like him, he's sweet and charming, he's so smart and–”

Peter giggles to himself, pleased with what he's hearing.

“I didn't know being smart was a requirement now. When did that happen?” Another voice asked.

‘Must be her older brother, Mark.’ 

“¡Cállate!” She commands, “Sure I don't usually go for smart guys but Petey’s different, he doesn't make being smart his whole personality!”

“like you make being a cheerleader your whole personality?” Mark retorts, Peter can hear the smugness in his voice.

“Mark!” Liz exclaims angrily, “I swear, if you embarrass me in front of him, I'll tell Mary Jane you pick your nose and eat what comes out!”

“Wha– I do not!”

Peter tunes the rest of the exchange out as Mary Jane's name reverberates through his mind, ‘Gwen's friend?’

He can't remember the last time he thought about the girl. She was really pretty if he recalls, had an amazing voice, and was nice to him, like Gwen was, for a while at least.

He wonders if she ever started that band?

The boy hopes she did and he hopes Gwen managed to work up the courage to tell Mary Jane she played drums. 

They would sound great together.

What was she going to call the band again…

Pot something?

It had to do with winning something, didn't it?

…Jackpot! Right, Peter remembers, Mary Jane wanted to call her band Jackpot!

Shaking his head he refocuses.

“He’s late.” 

Peter winces as he hears Liz's dad grit his teeth together.

“By a couple minutes.” The mother sounds exasperated, “He probably got lost or something.”

“Exactly, Petey wouldn't stand me up.” Liz says with complete confidence.

‘Who would stand her up? They would have to be a moron.’

Peter kocks on the door and holds out a bouquet of flowers with what he knows is an awkward smile.

“See! Told you!~” 

The apartment door swings open and reveals his date, Elizabeth Allan, along with her family standing behind her.

The boy couldn't help the blush spreading across his cheeks.

She wore a periwinkle sundress that ended right above her knees and a pale blue cardigan. Her lips were a glossy pink while the area surrounding eyes were a rich bronze that blended well with her skin.