By Moonlight (P.P + M.J)

12. Revelation

*MJ pov*

It's not a date.

I barely know him.

He's a superhero and you're you.

Whatever, it's just not a date.

Michelle couldn't get Spiderman out of her head. This was the first time in her life that a guy had occupied her thoughts. Let alone a freaking superhero. What had she done to even get this guy's attention? The more he talked to her, the more her suspicion grew.

She was certain Spiderman was someone she knew. In fact, he seemed to know her. She refused to believe Peter the Dork talked about her to the web-slinger, especially when it came to what her favorite thing to drink from Starbucks was, not that she was that mainstream all the time. She just didn't think Spiderman knew where to find her favorite little cafe, so she gave him a popular one to ease his effort.

Her favorite reading spot was on top of the library. Almost every day, she found herself on its roof. The janitor, who was her older sister, always kept it unlocked just for Michelle. There was the usual bustle of traffic in the streets below, but it was more soothing than irritating. And the buildings surrounding the library provided just enough light to read. She even had her own little nook set up for her usual visits, with a blanket and pillow her sister kept safe for her.

It was Sunday night, and seven o'clock was turning to eight. She didn't expect her superhero to show up on time. Or at all. She knew that life could get in the way of his promise, and maybe he'd have to save the world in the next two hours. She wasn't the kind to get mad because of life changes. She completely understood, especially when it came to Spiderman.

She was almost done with her book, the one she'd been reading all month. If she finished it before Spiderman showed up, she'd be really bored waiting for him. She should've brought a second book. Blowing the bangs out of her eyes, she adjusted the thick black-framed glasses she wore. Michelle had perfect eyesight, but often wore the glasses. They used to belong to Peter, but when she found them in the trash one day, she decided to keep them.

And no, she wasn't dumpster diving, nor did she want a token of Peter's. Michelle wasn't falling over him like Liz had done. Like there was anything to even fall over really. Sure, she guessed he was cute in his own dorky way, but Peter would never go for someone like her, even if she was the slightest bit interested, which she wasn't. Not like she wanted him to go for her, of course. Besides, the glasses were sitting on top of the trash can in the lunch room, hooked onto the side. She noticed that they were a smashing pair of Warby Parker's, which was ironic, and she took it upon herself to keep them. They were in perfect shape and bore a classy, well-read look. She never wore them in school though. If Peter saw her with them, he would start thinking things and everything would get awkward and Michelle was not about that life.

It was a quarter passed eight when she decided to turn on her radio. It was small and vintage-looking, but its two stations played only the news and Frank Sinatra songs. As she was tuning it, she crossed the news portion and listened to a quick headline before switching.

Avengers spokesman Tony Stark has yet to comment on The Incredible Hulk's triumphant return to New York this weekend, after a Queens bus driver suffered a heart attack at the wheel. In other news, the Coney Islands fairgrounds was robbed of over $500 dollars last night with no suspects. Police have yet to comment on how long the investigation will remain open...

Just as Michelle had turned the station to Sinatra singing "Fly Me To The Moon", she heard a familiar whipping sound approaching. She nodded in approval. He had beaten her before she could finish her last few pages. Spiderman did a circle around the library, as if he were scoping out the rooftop looking for her.