Look 'bad luck' up in the dictionary. Go on. We'll wait. See there? That picture of an awkward college student tripping over his own feet? That's Peter Parker. He's majoring in chemical engineering, and by some stroke of (you guessed it) bad luck, t...
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The burglars didn't put up much of a fight, but what really mattered was that they had tried their best. Truly. It was inspiring to watch them keep trying to hit Spider-Man, knowing very well that he was too fast for all of them. Peter had to give them a few pity shots just to make them feel a little better about the loss. He could imagine them now, cooped up in their cell, insisting that they had landed a punch to Spider-Man's jaw. It gave them a false sense of hope that was likely unhealthy, but still made them feel as if they hadn't been completely floored in the fight. Which they had been. Pretty badly.
Upon retiring into his civilian clothes; which consisted of a hole-ridden shirt and a pair of his Uncle Ben's old sweatpants, Peter was plagued by one small question. Did spiders really sleep? What had started out as a simple distracting thought had turned into a curiosity that consumed his mind. Peter was halfway through googling the answer when he remembered that he still hadn't replied to MJ's text...actually, he hadn't even looked at it yet.
Peter swiftly closed the internet tab and opened his messages. The text from Mary Jane was short and simple, but sent dread through Peter's core; 'Where are you?' Damn it. He had promised to meet her at the cafe/burger place on Houston street, aptly called 'Burgatori'. It had been her idea, but that name alone was enough to make Peter want to eat there.
With a hitch lodging itself in his throat, Peter quickly texted back and rushed to their meeting place. He wasn't proud of the amount of laws he broke in his rush to get there; including jaywalking and ignoring the red crossing lights. He had almost gotten hit by a grand total of four cars before he finally made it to the small cafe, immediately spotting Mary Jane through the window. The red hair was a dead giveaway...and the fact that she was drop dead gorgeous. That probably helped as well.
Peter stumbled into the building, almost tripping over his own two feet as he dashed towards her table. "Sorry, were you waiting long?"
MJ's lips quirked upward and she feigned looking at her watch. "Just one hour and thirty minutes. Not too bad considering how late you usually are."
"I'm really sorry..." Peter's voice was sincere, but it always was. There was never a moment in his life that he wasn't sorry, but he continued to do those things regardless. That was probably part of the reason they broke up. Peter slid into the chair opposite to his ex-girlfriend, trying not to look at her for too long; as if she were the sun, and any direct glance might temporarily blind him. "I had-"
"You had things to take care of," Mary Jane finished for him, leaning back in her seat and shrugging. "I know, tiger. You always do."
Peter pouted, staring at the mahogany table and analysing the cracks in its surface. She was always very understanding of his situation, but his role as Spider-Man had also been the very thing that tore them apart. All he could offer her was a mask, and Mary Jane deserved much better than that.
