Peter Parker/Spider-Man Drabbles

Songfic Series: I Like Me Better - Lauv (acoustic/Spotify Singles)

a/n: Thank you to the anon on tumblr who sent this request! I'm working my way through their suggestions and I had an idea for this one already so...yep. i was working on a oneshot inspired by feeling of falling by cheat codes, but I keep overthinking it so i'm pausing that to write this. if you have any prompt ideas for feeling of falling, i would greatly appreciate help cause i got nothin :P

Pairing: PeterxMJ

Word Count: 1165

Summary: The flight back to NYC from London at the end of Far From Home, so SPOILERS which means I'll be hiding this one under the cut.

WARNINGS: none, it's just fluff and adorableness

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Thankfully, on the flight back, Peter didn't have to lie about being allergic to anything. Before they'd even made it to their seats, Ned had already taken MJ's so he could sit with Betty. Peter mouthed thank you and Ned waved him away.

"Um," Peter spoke up as they slowly made their way down the aisle. "So do you want the window seat or...?"

"Yeah, sure," MJ said simply. "Thanks."

"No problem," Peter smiled slightly at her and stepped past their seats to let her go in first.

"It's weird not having any bags," she realized.

"Yeah," he agreed. "I kinda like it though. It'll make getting off a lot easier. Having to squeeze a bag down the aisle is just the worst."

"It's so annoying," she chimed in. "And baggage claim?" She chuckled to herself before adding. "At least it's not the airport's fault for losing our luggage this time."

"True," Peter laughed too. "I wonder what they thought of a bunch of American students with no bags."

"Nothing," MJ said plainly. "The very fact that we're American was enough for them to want to ignore us. And no one cares."

"That's fair," Peter smiled.

Other people might find MJ's blunt honesty strange and annoying, but Peter found it really refreshing. He never had to worry about her hating him because he knew she wouldn't give him the time of day if she really did.

They buckled into their seats and watched the world grow smaller out the window as the plane climbed higher and higher. Peter's fear of heights didn't cross his mind once. After going into space and being on another planet, being afraid of heights seemed silly. That and MJ had a bunch of random comments about the buildings, industrialization, over-population, and the destruction of the environment, so he was well distracted.

When they leveled out and they couldn't see anything through the clouds, they leaned back in their seats. MJ bent forward and pulled a sketchbook and pencil out of her backpack.

"Managed to save it?" Peter gestured at the book.

"Thankfully," she said. "It's really only fun to watch art burn when you're the one who set it on fire."

"...That's somehow both profound, and disturbing."

MJ smiled. "Those go hand in hand more often than you would think. It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed."

Peter paused for a moment. "That sounds really familiar."

She chuckled. "I'd be surprised if it didn't. Did you read Fahrenheit 451 for freshman summer reading?"