A Bad Idea (Spideychelle)

Ch. 20: Stay With Me A Minute

MJ POV

Peter was already awake when I woke up, one hand stroking my hair, the other typing away on his phone.

I felt disgusting, which was just what happens after you're drugged, I guess.

"Morning," I grumbled.

Peter pulled his hand away from my hair. "Morning. How do you feel?"

I shook my head, pulling the blankets up around me tighter. "Gross."

He laughed a little, wrapping himself around me. I closed my eyes and just...enjoyed it. "Well, you seem a lot more clear-headed now."

"I feel like myself."

"That's good. How's your arm?"

I sighed. "Sore. It's not bad, though, so I might just take an Advil and call it a day."

Peter's phone started buzzing, and he muttered an apology before getting up and leaving the room, lifting his phone to his ear as he did.

While he was on the phone, I got up, only to feel a...gush.

Fuck.

I checked the sheets, and they were clean, so I just grabbed fresh clothes and a tampon and changed, then ran to the laundry room and threw my dirty clothes in the wash.

Peter was leaning against the kitchen counter, talking quietly into his phone. His hair was an absolute mess, curls sticking up in every direction. His hand was on the back of his neck, gently rubbing, like he'd slept funny. His head was tilted a little to one side, and I found myself staring at the underside of his jaw, thinking about kissing under his ear and down his neck and-

Yep. Period hormones were definitely in full swing.

I got out some cereal, and reached into the cupboard for bowls. I held up a bowl and looked at Peter, but he shook his head.

Alright, he's not staying for breakfast.

I poured myself a bowl of cereal, and sat up on the counter to eat.

"-yeah, sounds good. Thank you, Ms. Potts. Yeah, you too."

He hung up.

"So, I take it you're on internship duty today?"

"Better. Babysitting duty."

I smiled. "You'll have to send me photos."

He grinned. "I'm gonna put Morgan in the onesie I got her and send you selfies. You're gonna love it."

"Oh, absolutely."

He fell silent for a second, his smile falling off of his face. "How are you feeling today?"

I shrugged. "Fine, all things considered. Sore, a little gross-"

"I meant emotionally," he interrupted gently, brushing some hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear.

"I feel okay," I answered honestly. "I had a...a pretty great friend with me all night, so I'm doing just fine."

He smiled. "Good. I gotta head out, because I've gotta be at the compound all day, but text me if you need anything, okay? I'll bring Morgan if I have to."

I set down my cereal and jumped down from the counter, hugging him. He hugged back twice as tight, letting me sink into him for a moment.

"Thanks, Peter."

"Yeah, of course, Em."

I pulled away, fixing his hair a little. "Have fun, I'll talk to you later."