The Choice-Spider-Man homecoming fanfic

Worried

For the next week, Peter followed Mj's "rules" and took all the pills until the jar was empty. All his symptoms had gone away and his headaches had mostly gone away. It was not dramatic to say he felt better than he ever had. He was actually getting sleep for once, wasn't getting punched night after night, and he could spend more time with May and his friends. But he knew now that he was better he'd have to go back to helping Queens. Ever since he'd stop going out, there had been much more break-ins, robberies, etc. He didn't mind that much, in fact, he really missed swinging around and helping other people. "So... now that I'm better I can go back out and you won't tell May, right"? Peter asked MJ as the three of them walked down the hall to chemistry. "Yup. Ok. Whatever Loser," she answered back. "She wasn't ever going to tell May. You know that right?" Ned asked. "Wait?! What?! You-you weren't?! But-but I did all of that and-and you were never..." his voice trailed off in disbelief. Mj chuckled. "Yup. You're such an idiot. I only threatened you because I was trying to take care of you, seeing how you're so incapable of that yourself." Peter blushed and opened his mouth to defend himself, nothing came out. As Peter took his seat in Chemistry class he quickly rolled through the pages of his workbook hoping today's lesson would be something he hadn't already been taught by Dr. Banner, but unfortunately, it was.

After school, Peter texted May and told her he was going to Ned's. Of course, he wasn't and he felt bad for lying, but he couldn't wait to get back in his suit again. He swung to the alley, grabbed his suit out of his backpack, and began to swing around Queens.

Peter got back really late and he crashed on his bed after he was yelled at by May for being "at Ned's" too long.

Next morning at school Ned and Peter walked towards their first class and Peter observed Mj who was walking a few feet ahead. "Does it seem like Mj's avoiding us?" Peter asked Ned as he continued to watch her. "I don't know. I don't stalk her as much as you do." Peter rolled his eyes and ran up to Mj tapping her on the shoulder making her jump which was kind of ironic seeing how she always made them jump by screaming in there ears 24\7. "What do you want?" Mj asked in a more annoyed than usual tone. "I-" he cut off noticing MJ was hiding one side of her face by putting her hair in her face and her hoodie was pulled down over her face. "Why are you doing that?" Peter blurted out before he could stop himself. "Doing what?" she asked, her tone getting more annoyed. "Hiding your face." "I'm not," she answered stubbornly. "Yes you are," Peter answered knowing she was lying, but she had already walked off ahead of him. Peter caught up with her and quickly pulled her hoodie down to reveal a very black and blue eye with a cut under it. Peter's eyes widened and MJ stared up at him looking very pissed off. He gently ran his fingers over the bruise surrounding her eye and she smacked his hand and glared at him. "Who-" "Shut up loser!" she cut him off. "I'm not telling you so drop it." "But Mj!" Peter yelled running after her as she stormed off. "I'm not telling you!"

The rest of the day MJ ignored Peter and all the pleads for her to tell him who hurt her, but she wouldn't give in. After a while, even Ned started to ask which just about made her explode. At lunch, she sat 5 seats down as she used to before they "became" friends.

"Uh!" Peter sighed as he collapsed in the chair at Ned's desk. "Is it really the end of the world that MJ got punched? I mean, she kind of had it coming. Maybe it was Flash." "No. That's the thing though, I don't think it was a kid. I think it was something else," Peter said. "What? You think her parents are abusive?" Ned asked. "What?! No!" Peter answered waving Ned's ridiculous accusation away with his hand. "Never mind," Peter sighed again.

Mj lay in bed thinking about the night before. No matter how hard she tried to go to sleep she just couldn't, because she was scared and worried about Peter and what- "What the actual frick! It's 3:00 a.m. and you're crawling on my freaking ceiling! Well, that doesn't scream stalkerish at all," Mj yelled. Peter hopped down from the ceiling and landed with a light thud on Mj's floor. "Sorry?" Peter tried. "Yeah. Sorry, I was stalking you and crawling on your fricking ceiling- at night I might add on!" "Ok. I'm not actually sorry, but-" "You don't know how tempted I am to call the police on you right now. They'll be delighted to have caught such a golden prize!" "Shhh! I don't want your parents to hear!" "They're not home," Mj said. "Oh. You're here by yourself?" Peter asked, a bit surprised. "Yes Peter," she sighed. "What do you want?" "Well-I-I might have-" "Please don't tell me you came here at 3:00 a.m. just to ask who hit me?" Mj asked in an exasperated voice. "Maybe?" "Really Loser?! "I'm going to bed," Mj said burying her head into her pillow. Peter sighed and sat down on the window seat. After 20 minutes Mj glanced over at Peter who was still seated on there. "You're not leaving are you?" "Nope," he answered. "Fine. I'll tell you." Peter's head flew off his arm and his eyes brightened up. "You will?" "Yeah. The truth is I don't know." "What?!" Peter answered half surprised, half disappointed. "I don't know," she repeated herself again. "It was dark, I've never seen the guy before, and all I know is why." "Why?" Peter asked not being able to contain his anxiety. "He wants me to give you a message and he knows your Spider-Man Peter. I don't know who he is, but he knows your Spider-Man, he knows you know me!" Peter's mouth went dry and he was unable to speak. But Mj eventually caught on and continued. He wants me to tell you- that you haven't given Tony his message." "I-I don't know what it means, but it seemed really important to him. I mean obviously, he punched me." "Of course," Peter said, making Mj even more confused. "Sorry, what?" "Of course. Mj I'm sorry. This is my fault I should've been able to remember and now this happened to you and-and-" "Peter! This isn't your fault!" "It is though," Peter said in a solemn tone. "You remember when I was tortured? That's him. The guy who punched you and that night he told me to give Mr. Stark a message, but I-I wasn't exactly in the right state of mind after being tortured and I can't remember- I can't remember what-what it was. I only remember the message, because of nightmares. Everything that happened replays in my head every night, but a little part gets added on each time, but in order to get to the next part I have to relive it all." "That sucks." "Yeah." An hour passed without either of them saying anything and eventually, Peter fell asleep on the floor, so Mj laid back and fell asleep too. Mj woke to the sound of Peter yelling in his sleep. She quickly ran to Peter's side to wake him up. He was sweaty and shaking a lot. "Peter! Peter! Wake up!" "Mj!" Peter screamed and sat up quickly. "Shh! It's ok." MJ said pulling him into a hug. He buried his face into her neck and MJ could feel his hot tears. She ran his fingers through his hair and he finally spoke up. "It's you MJ. It's you. But he won't he can't take you away. It's a dream. Just a dream. Right?" he sobbed. "It's just a dream," she reassured him. Eventually, they both fell asleep again, but MJ couldn't help to think about what Peter said. "It's you MJ. He can't take you away." And unfortunately, Peter was known for having dreams that came true.

A\N: I hope you enjoyed this & HAPPY NEW YEAR! 🎊 ❤