Lost Home

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MJ's still in her room when I get back, hopefully sleeping.

I look around at the apartment. It's going through... something, and it looks exactly as though two 16 year olds are living in it.

It's changed; and I kinda feel bad since MJ's and I have worked so hard on making it look half decent. We've still got a while here though; plane tickets aren't exactly cheap.

The pieces of art that MJ's brought home; finished and half finished works that the artist didn't like, or gave up on, hung up on the various nails that were on the wall when we arrived.

Clothes strewn about, thanks to the fact that we keep forgetting to buy detergent to run the washer and drying that are inserted directly into the wall.

I occupy myself with cleaning everything up, since it's the best I can do until it's a reasonable time to "get up".

"You know Karen alerted me as soon as you left right; she's still got all of Mr. Starks's programming in her."

"Yeah... about that. how do you feel about making a visit to Wakanda?"

She looks confused for a moment (and super cute with her hair all messed up from sleeping and her PJs with polkadots),

"Isn't that the country that was, like, secretly super advanced, more so than anywhere else?"

I nod, moving over to the kitchen, where a bowl of cereal is sitting uneaten from when I first got hungry. then I got distracted by the idea of a new improvement I could add to my web-fluid.

"It sounds awesome. Are you getting E.D.I.T.H to pay? Or the Starks I guess? And do you think that Ned's fake-I.Ds would get us passed a security checkpoint?"

"They would not, Ms. Jones, even though they were looked over by me."

"Thanks E.D.I.T.H. And how are you funding this Peter?"

I choke on my cereal a bit before managing to get anything out,

"Um, well, I haven't looked at prices... but I figured they can't be that expensive. And it's not like we have to pay bills or anything."

My voice goes a little higher at the end, hoping that I'm not missing something important.

I don't think I am, because a moment later MJ laughs.

"Come on, why don't we go do something fun today; I'm beginning to go stir crazy."

A while later we're sitting inside a small hole-in-the-wall Mexican place, talking about the kids in our classes and the worst possible ice cream flavours.

We talk about how much of a frat boy Brad can be, even though he can also be super sweet-"You're just saying that 'cause you liikkkeee him" "Ew! No MJ! He's like 7!"-and the fact that Betty managed to get a free pizza once by acting deranged; the guy just dropped it at her doorstep and left, convinced that she was about to murder him.

"I feel like poo and other bodily functions are a given, so something more creative." "You're no fun." "You're worse."

We eat, and eat, and eat, and then continue our conversation outside on the way to the park.

We left at lunch, so it's mid-afternoon when we get there, and since it's late June it's hot and the waterpark has been turned on.

"Race you to the pirate ship!"

"Hey! That's not fair! You have longer legs than me!"

But I race after her anyway, trying not to use my spider-strength, and tripping and falling into the fish-pond that the landscapers unfortunately found necessary.

I come up for air (stand up) spluttering and gasping, and I can feel my cheeks turn red as the park-goers stare at me.

Clambering out of the pond I jog over to MJ, who's rolling on the ground, laughing. She stands up, falling several more times because of the giggles racking her body, and hugs me.

"You have definitely earned the title of loser now, dork."

We splash around among the kids, playing tag and other various make-believe games, until they're all gone and we get to play in the water all by ourselves.

The sprinkler turns off around sunset, and we lay on the grass for a while, people watching and drying off.

"I love you Peter. You're really the best."

My breath catches, and my heart speeds up, does she really?

"Yeah MJ, me too."

She snorts, "Good to see that you're finally getting some self-confidence."

"I-Uh...what?"

She smiles, then looks at me, her hair forming a halo around her head, and for a second my mind goes blank.

"I mean I love you too!" I flop back down, having sat straight up when I realized what I had accidentally said earlier, "Jeez I'm an idiot."

"Kinda, but you're still a genius." She pauses, "And adorable."

When we get back home it's 11:17.

And I'm giddy; high off all the happiness from today. Neither MJ or I want to go to sleep, so we cuddle on the couch, the comforter from my bed brought and wrapped around us, watching the free kids channel until we fall asleep.

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Hey all!

I figured that for a Spideychelle/Petelle/Whatever it's called book it was missing some fluff. And don't worry! Much more will be coming! (and more Ironmom too!)

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