Through the Window | Peter x Mj

Not Nothing

He arrives at school early on Monday with a top secret mission. Peter's backpack is a little heavier than usual, loaded down with things he's planning to sneak into one specific locker. He'd spent the weekend hoping to hear back from MJ but if she'd seen his messages, she never replied.

He swung by her place a few times in his suit but she was never in her room, so he'd talked it over with May and came up with a plan. A few trips to various stores and he had everything. She was either going to kick him or kiss him again. He's hoping it's the latter.

Ned is waiting for him by MJ's locker when he rounds the corner. He told him everything on Saturday when he came over, needing his best friend's opinion on the misunderstanding. Peter tries to forget how red his face turned when Ned asked if he meant sleeping with MJ in the biblical sense. This isn't the time to be thinking about it. This isn't the time to be thinking of her pressed against him.

"If she ends you, can I have your comics?"

"Thanks for the confidence, Ned. Did you get it?" He's missing one key piece to his plan. "Please tell me you didn't forget."

Ned rolls his eyes and fishes a sheet of paper with a locker combo scribbled on it from his backpack.

"I'm just saying. This is romantic and all but this is MJ and you upset her. It could go either way and those comics need to go to someone who will appreciate them." There's a tug in his stomach at the thought of her being upset in his room. The look on her face, the way her voice broke and now he's about to break into her locker. However, he knows something Ned does not. Michelle Jones isn't made of stone.

He's seen her vulnerable, he's held her through the night, and woke up to her sleepy smile. He's seen her eyes in the early morning light and felt her fingers run softly through his hair when she thinks he's asleep. Without hesitating, he twists the lock until it clicks and pops open. He's on a time limit, MJ is usually always early.

"Keep an eye out. Let me know if you see her coming."

"I'm on it." While Ned peers around the corner, Peter unzips his backpack and quickly places three things inside her locker. A bag of gummy bears, a small pack of M&Ms, and a black hardcover book. "She's coming, hurry up."

He's just snapped the lock back in place and propped himself awkwardly against the locker next to hers when she appears. He wanted to be gone but there's no time. She's beautiful. She's always beautiful but her hair is doing that thing he really likes where it doesn't even look like she's attempted to tame it and it's just pulled up in a messy bun with little pieces sticking out everywhere. He really loves that.

     "What are you two dorks up to?" Her eyes narrow but she's not avoiding him completely so Peter takes that as a positive sign. The boys look at each other wide eyed and then back at her.

     "Peter told me everything and we broke into your locker."

     "Ned!"

     "I panicked!" There's a beat of silence, two, and then the corner of her mouth twitches and Peter feels a small weight lift from his shoulders. "I'll just...be over there."

     As soon as his best friend makes himself scarce, Peter steps closer to her and takes a steadying breath. She doesn't seem too upset, but then MJ's pretty good at keeping her emotions in check. Except when he hurt her. This isn't one of their bedrooms, this isn't the safe space they built with each other. It's school. There's students and teachers milling around and he has no idea what he wants to say.

     "MJ, I'm really sorry."

     "I saw your messages. I was just tired and a little emotional." She reaches for the lock and raises an eyebrow when his fingers wrap around her wrist. "Can I help you?"