Peter Parker: Intern

Chapter 6

MJ would never call herself superstitious.
She never bought into the idea that cats of any color could bring bad or good luck. Friday the 13th was a fun movie series, but she scoffed and laughed at the idea the day itself could be cursed...

'Parker Luck', though, was an entirely different animal.

Getting to know Peter, finding out some of the absolutely ridiculous amount of bad he's been through has made her wary, even before she had figured out his secret.

It isn't exactly 'Murphy's Law', where anything that can go wrong will... It's more that when things do go wrong, whatever the worst outcome possible, will happen.

So, no, she's not superstitious but is well prepared for something to go amazingly wrong all-day Friday.
Peter has set himself up for some truly epic fallout, she thinks, with scheduling a 'play date' with the Hulk. Throw Nick Fury into the mix?
Just asking for trouble!

So MJ finds herself truly shocked when Friday rolls into Saturday with absolutely no repercussions...
"Should have known better", she tells herself.

...

But wait just a bit. We're getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren't we, my friend...

Let's start again. For another point of view.

Stories can be told from many perspectives, after all, and we wouldn't want to leave something out, now would we?

Indeed, we should not. Very well then, where should I begin...?

Steve is returning from visiting Wakanda. King T'challa and his sister had contacted him about a week prior to let him know they were ready to wake Bucky, and they knew he'd want to be there.

It's unfortunate that his brother in all but blood can't come home with him yet, but Steve is more than hopeful that it will be soon.

The thought of asking Tony if Buck could get his own room flits into his mind as he leans tiredly against the wall of the elevator.

He's pulled from his thoughts, however, when the ride stops and the doors open to a familiar red and black suit.

Spider-man, looking a bit worse for wear, greets him with a horrible amalgamation of his names and titles...

The vigilante steps backwards out of the elevator, takes a deep breath and then steps back in.
"Hello, Captain."

"I am Spider-Man."

"It is nice to meet you!"

"..."

Steve laughs and shakes the offered hand, looking the man in front of him over.
"Going up, Spider?" he smiles, pointing a finger upwards.

The red clad figure sighs and shakes his head. "No, not really. I'm supposed to pick up a new bit of tech that Pete made for me, but didn't want to haul on the subway...."

Steve furrows his brow, "I think you're heading the wrong way then."

Spider-Man sighs and nods, "I know, but I was too tired to wait for a different car. Besides, there was kind of a crowd starting out there..." he trails off.

Laughing, Steve shakes his head, and changes the subject, "Why didn't Peter want to take the tech on the subway? Is it heavy? How will you get it to... what, your house? Lair? Spider-cave?"

Spider-Man chuckles and flexes his arm. "It won't be a problem. Trust me!"

Steve tries to sound nonchalant as he steers the conversation to Spider-Man's powers. "I'm guessing that, like me, you signed up for an experiment?"
Spider-Man laughs and shakes his head.

"My powers were 100% an accident, actually..." The hero's eyes widen and he curses at himself internally, recalling the bet. "I, uh.."

Suddenly the hero reaches out and grabs something as it flies through the air and almost hits Steve.
Holding out his hands together, there is a tiny frog crouched inside the cage made with his fingers.
Steve raises an eyebrow, "What in the world? How did that get all the way in here?"

"Hmm? You want to know how a frog got into the tower? Are you really that invested?

I feel that you may be less interested in this bit than you think, but very well."

It was just a few moments earlier that Spider-Man was making his way past a small park in Queens.

He heard a yell, followed by a muffled thud. Entering the small copse of trees he searched for what might've caused the sounds he heard, and finding nothing, he turned to leave.
Which is when he tripped over a stick lying in his path and stumbled into one of the trees, dislodging a small, familiar grey frog, which landed on his arm.

Glancing at the movement, Spider-Man reached down and gently moved the frog back to the tree.
Unbeknownst to him, however, the frog leapt back off the tree once he'd turned to leave, and ended up clinging to the hero. Burrowing around, it found a small pocket and tucked itself into the suit. Hanging on for dear life, as Spidey swung his way to Avenger's Tower.

"Satisfied? Was it everything that you'd dreamed it would be? Oh I DO hope so!"

"..."

"Am I free to continue now?"

Spider-Man and Steve enter the common room where Clint is sitting beside Nat, both spies looking up as the elevator sounds its arrival.

"Spider!" Nat yells a greeting, turning around in her seat to face the back of the couch, purposely annoying Clint as she jostles him.

"Heya Nat!" Spider-Man replies, with a smile.
Natasha tips her head, raising an eyebrow at the newcomers. "What do you have there, Spider?"

"It's a frog..." He says, grinning sheepishly under his mask. "I was passing the park and long story short, I picked up a hitchhiker... Do you guys have something I could put the little guy in until I can put it back?"

A surprisingly loud and musical croak breaks in before anyone can answer and Steve laughs, "I'm sure we can find someplace safe for your friend."

Spider-Man stands awkwardly, waiting as Natasha rummages in the kitchen cabinets, coming up with a small, lidded storage container.

Clint hasn't left the couch, but he smirks and turns in his seat as he hears a buzzing fly past him. "Hey Spidey! There's a fly been bugging me all day... Hungry?"

Spidey glares at the giggling agent, gently shifting the frog into his temporary home, cradling it close with one hand.

Pete turns back to the still grinning sniper, with his free hand he tracks the small insect and shoots a web to catch the fly. Flicking it towards Clint, so that the still living bug is stuck to his shirt.

Nat falls over laughing as Clint cringes and tries to pull off his shirt cursing and flailing dramatically.