Boh

I feel like chet

A/N: All characters belong to Marvel Studios and this is my first fic since 3 years, so hopefully it's way less crappy than the ones I wrote in middle school because ngl they were shitty af. Anyways, enjoy!

The Italian word, "Boh," generally means, "I don't know," or "I don't care." That was all MJ thought about whilst making use of her new "superpower" after obtaining it from Italy. It was very effective on strangers who were possibly trying to hit on her with cheesy pickup lines. Well, she didn't know if they were either pickup lines or were just asking her for directions in Italian while giving her goo-goo eyes. Either way, boh was the best way to make all of MJ's minor problems go away. And by minor problems she means people.

Boh made her demeanor more self-explanatory, since she's always known to be shamelessly honest and direct with people. Unless if one of those people was Peter Parker. No matter how many times he undoubtedly bails out on his friends because of his "Stark internship" or immediately freaks out when he sees Brad breathe in MJ's direction, boh would never describe how much she really did care about— scratch that— loved the way he adorably acts like an idiot.

MJ wondered if that time she got that $70 Black Widow themed phone case for Secret Santa was from Peter, since:

1) There was no one in the math club who told her who her Secret Santa was for some reason.

2) Peter was absent on the day of Secret Santa, so that could mean he couldn't have the time to tell her that day because he had to save New York or something like that. But then again, a few other people were absent too.

3) Even if Peter couldn't tell her on Secret Santa, he could at least tell her the next time he saw her again at school.

Which then left MJ with one conclusion: Peter was too shy to tell her it was from him because he was the only person who heard her say that Black Widow was her favorite hero and there was a possible chance that why he would be too shy to tell her so soon was because he had a crush on her. But she could be jumping to conclusions, which made her sound like a hopeless romantic afraid of commitment.

(A/N: Shout-out to my girl mxmtoon, who you can find one of her songs from above ^ and more on Spotify and Youtube and also Tik Tok if you're into that kind of stuff.)

MJ still kept the Black Widow phone case on her Stark phone and sometimes even cherished it when people thought she wanted to be anti-social with her phone. Even though the red hourglass symbol printed on it was so scratched out that it only looked like a black phone case with bloody scratch marks from some crazy, wild animal, like a bear or a wolf, or a wolverine. Hell, it could even be a symbol of the mutant, Wolverine, himself. MJ would have thought of that new concept as the more the merrier, because she usually likes it when some things are broken. And as out of topic as this sounds, she'd sometimes have these weird dreams of her and the Wolverine in another universe where she worked for him as one of his acrobats while he ring mastered in an old-timey circus. She even had no problem with that because she got to sing while sky dancing with some guy who reminded her so much of her childhood crush, Troy Bolton, from High School Musical.

Anyway, if having MJ's special Secret Santa gift remind her of her random visions, then the gift itself wouldn't feel so special to her anymore. And it wasn't only because one of her idols were no longer represented on a piece of technology.

Or represented through a public memorial like Iron Man. I mean, she took on her life to save the universe too, so where's her funeral? MJ randomly complained to herself.

It was also because she thought it would have upset Peter a little bit since she knew how much he spent on it. Which was really uncharacteristic of her to care so much about letting someone down, as the girl who is obsessed with telling the truth when she knows how much it could hurt someone's feelings. But why should a phone case make her worry about being validated by a high school loser who just happens to have a personality bound to give someone cavities with a head of cute and fluffy clumps of chestnut hair and a chiseled jawli- Oh my God, please stop it with whatever you're thinking about right now! MJ mentally scolded at herself.