I wake up with a shock as all the wind is knocked out of me, and my ears are assaulted with the sounds of Morgan giggling and shouting first thing in the morning.
Gasping, I crawl over to the edge of the bed and slap at my phone until it turns on. 2:18.
Well we slept in.
"Who's the girl in the bed with you?"
I turn beet red as I realize how bad it looks, giving a hasty explanation and shooing her off the bed so MJ can go back to sleep. (or to try and fall back asleep)
Aunt May and Pepper are in the "living room" talking. Pepper winks at me as I walk in- she finds wayyy to much enjoyment from my embarrassment- and gestures for Morgan to sit beside her.
"Goodness Peter. We're going to have to talk aren't we."
I've decided that I want to die. It can't be that hard to break those windows right?
"Or we could just... not."
A snort comes from behind me and I nearly jump out of my skin, instead turning around too quickly and falling down.
MJ helps me up, and I kinda wish I had a camera on hand; because afternoon sun backlights her and she looks like and angel.
"How much do you think a polaroid costs?"
"Wat. Why? I mean, it's got to be cheaper than some of my art supplies... which we couldn't afford."
Pepper coughs, and reminds us that she's, you know, a billionaire. And then turns around and says that the money will be going to my trust fund instead. So it's useless. At least until I'm eighteen.
If I live that long.
Whoooaaaaaaa dark. Realistic (what with the alien invasions, random burglars and the New York mafia who wants me dead) but dark. How 'bout I just pretend I never thought that? Great.
Once MJ introduces herself and Aunt May proves that she's successfully recovered they leave us to change, warning us that we're going to be having lunch with the King and his sister.
But we don't have anything more formal than jeans. And they're not even a dark wash.
When she comes out of the bathroom I realize that we're effectively wearing the exact same thing; jeans and a black t-shirt.
"Matchies! Now everyone will know we're a couple!" I tease her, and she makes a meme-worthy face(think the cat in that meme. Y'know, with the yelling woman?) before going to root through her bags.
She pulls out a faux leather jacket (actually it might be real- so don't quote me on that) and asks me if that would be better, to which I respond something along the lines of 'mmmpf'.
She loops her arm through mine, and I attempt to hold her hand at the same time, and I stumble and she flails while we both try, and fail, to fix it, and I- ACCIDENTALLY- trip her, which sends us erasing through the door that Aunt May had opened to check on us.
"I tried to hold her han-"
"It's his fault."
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Lost Home
FanfictionMysterio's not dead. But he is out for blood. Michelle finds Peter nearly dead on the bridge after the fight with Mysterio, who is nowhere to be found. After he attacks Aunt May, leaving a note for Peter to dissapear, Peter decides to run away. O...
