The Silhouette of a Spider

Chapter 4

'MJ' stood for Michelle Jones.

Quentin was glad that Peter Parker was still one of those teenagers who used Facebook, a dying social media platform that was taken over my adults with bad sense of humor. He wasn't too active there, sadly. Most likely he had created the account years ago, posted all kinds of stuff until he decided that Facebook wasn't a place for the cool kids anymore and that other social media platforms were much more exciting. He must have kept his account up just for his aunt. Or maybe there were just too many memories he didn't want to lose.

Quentin had went through all of his friends and everyone that went to same school with him. At some point the name 'Michelle Jones' had jumped up onto his screen with a familiar face. Frizzy hair, kind of a cold look in her eyes, never smiling. Last logged in three years ago, only a few photos up for people who weren't her friends. That's the same girl that he has seen hang out with Peter.

Even if Peter barely used this account anymore, it seemed like he every now and then came back to share articles about Spider-Man, which wasn't suspicious at all. The last time he actually posted something was almost a year ago, and it's a selfie with all of his friends. That's Ned in a different fedora than before, holding up a peace sign. There is of course Michelle, and a blond girl that is tagged as Betty without a link to her actual profile since she didn't have one. Peter looked so happy, and somehow much smaller than he did now. He looked more innocent, more vulnerable somehow. Now he looked like a kid who had been through some rough times during the past year. No wonder. It had been a busy year for Spider-Man.

It felt weird looking through Peter Parker's old pictures. But at the same time, Quentin wanted to give a heart reaction to all of them just to show how much he cared about him. Yes, even when Peter's face looked weird because someone had taken a bad picture of him and posted it without his consent. He would be lying if he didn't save some of the newest photos into his phone and put one of his stupid selfies as the wallpaper. Now he could look at Peter whenever he opened his phone.

Since Peter isn't active on Facebook, Quentin desperately tried to find any of his other social medias. But it seemed like he has kept his real name secret when it came to his other accounts. Maybe Peter wasn't the kind of guy who posted that many selfies, anyway. He most likely had a private account where he could express himself fully without being afraid someone could link it to him.

After a long while of trying to find his other accounts, Quentin gave up and decided to just sit and stare at that group selfie for a while. Quentin Beck found himself angry. And he knew exactly why. He had seen Peter texting to this 'MJ' in the subway. He didn't know what the two had talked about, but there was that fear that they were flirting with each other. Or even sexting. Quentin hated the idea of Peter dating someone else. As the thought of someone else having Peter Parker to themselves grew, the more jealous Quentin became. His nails started to dig down onto his thighs and he couldn't help but bite down onto his lip.

His brows furrowed strongly the longer he stared at poor MJ's face.

He had to make sure this MJ wasn't too interested in his Peter Parker.

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It's Friday. And just like any teenager during this day, they go out to have some fun and enjoy the start of the weekend. Quentin was no different. He also liked having fun on Fridays. His kind of fun was to follow Peter's every move and imagine they were spending the day together. The moment he saw Peter leaving the school grounds with all of his friends, he called work and used the excuse of being very sick, just so he could spend the day watching over his future lover. After all, he had to make sure Peter was safe and that no one was going to touch him. Jameson wasn't too happy with this, but gave in anyway. After all, Quentin was the one who brought in a perfect picture of Spider-Man.