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peter parker hates airports.

he really can't explain why. it could really be any number of reasons, really. maybe it's just because he is afraid of flying. or he doesn't appreciate the inconvenience. or it just brings up bad memories.

but he was here anyway.

he was here for her.

he was here at john f. kennedy international airport in queens, ny. for her.

he had been here for the past 2 hours. for her. he had been eating gross, overpriced airport food. for her. he had been sitting in the same uncomfortable airport seat. for her.

for the past 3 months, she was traveling france on the trip of her career.

she had been abroad studying journalism. but she was coming home.

the love of his life, michelle jones, was finally coming home.
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he was currently sitting in that same dreadful seat by the baggage claim mj had told him to go to. he had wandered around this huge airport for an hour trying to find it. he thought he did. at least. but, it had now been an hour, so he is questioning it.

just as he was getting up to ask someone about it, he heard footsteps. it must have been his superhero-spidey hearing because they weren't loud. but, they were rushed.

as soon as he turned around, the footsteps were loud. he saw her round the corner.

as soon as she saw him, her eyes lit up in realization. she ran full speed towards him. literally full speed. she was on top of him in 0.4 seconds.

she had wrapped her arms around his neck. as soon as he wrapped his own arms around her waist, she jumped up. she hooked her legs around his waist, nudging her face into his neck.

"oh my- oh my god," she was whispering, but, it was muffled by his shoulder.

"i've missed you so much, you know." peter said as michelle leaned back a little. as he saw her tear-stained cheeks, he continued, "oh. don't cry. please, don't cry. why are you crying?"

as she unwrapped her legs from his waist, she responded, "oh, no, no. i just missed you. i just really missed you." she gripped his face in her hands, "i really missed you."

he smiled, gripping her waist tighter. "you know what you can't do over facetime?

"no, peter, i don't. what can't you do over facetime?"

"this..." he trailed off as he leaned in, connecting his lips with hers.

as they pulled away, michelle smiled. "no, peter, you really can't to that over facetime."

she let her arms settle on his shoulders. "okay, peter, come on. you came to help me with my bags, didn't you?"

"no, mj." he started to correct her, gripping her hand, both of them turning back to baggage claim. "i came to see you."

"that doesn't matter, you still have to help me with my bags." she walked on toward the carousel.

"but i don't wanna," he whined.

"you know, peter, don't you want that other thing you can't over facetime?"

he blushed, deeply, as he mindlessly nodded. mj laughed, really loud. as she continued on. "come on, peter."

in that moment, he knew. she was worth it. he absolutely despised airports. always will.

but he loved her and she was worth it.

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short but sweet.

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