Peter Parker One-Shots

Shark Week

Ladies, we know. And that's all I have to say.

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Peter was sitting on the couch in the Avengers common room. His face lit up with the glow of his phone in front of his face. He was scrolling through his past messages with MJ.

Nat walked in to see the teen sitting alone and sulking.

"What's wrong, паук ребенок?" (I think this is the wrong translation, but it's supposed to say baby spider.)

"It's just," Peter started, "I don't know what's wrong with MJ. She's a sarcastic person, but every once in a while, she gets really mean to me. I still like her, but I'm afraid that she doesn't like me anymore."

"How often is every once in a while, Peter? Would you say, once a month?"

"Yeah," Peter said, still oblivious.

"Peter."

"Yeah?"

"Do you know what a period is?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Peter said, eyebrows raised. "Ohhhhhhhhh," he said again, this time with his eyebrows furrowed, feeling horrible for not understanding. "Oh!" He said a third time, his eyebrows raised. He had an idea.

"Thanks, Nat," Peter yelled as he ran into his room.

He came out of his room a moment later with his car keys and wallet. He ran to the elevator and repeatedly pushed the button for the lobby.

"Sure thing...?" Nat said, but Peter was already gone.

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DING-DONG

"Mom, can you get it?" No answer. MJ sighed and sat up, grimacing from the pain of her cramps. She slowly walked to the door, twisted the cold metal handle and pulled the door open.

Behind the door was Peter, and his arms were cradling a mass of items. He had a box of chocolates, a bouquet of flowers, a fuzzy blanket, a Starbucks Frappuchino, a meal from Chick-Fil-A, tissues, and two pairs of fuzzy socks.

"I thought you might need some food, and maybe some company," Peter said, his voice muffled behind the heap of food and fuzzy things. "But I don't have to stay if you don't want me to. I don't mind."

And then, MJ started crying.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" Peter was frantically setting the heap on the floor near the door, freeing his arms to comfort her. "I didn't mean to make you cry!"

"No," MJ said with a sniffle. "I'm just seriously emotional and hormonal, I'm crying because I think this is so sweet!"

Peter smiled, then bent down and fumbled around with the heap of stuff. He stood back up with the box of tissues, and handed them to MJ. She smiled and thanked him.

"So, I was thinking of The Notebook?"

MJ nodded with a smile and pulled Peter over to the couch.

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Three hours later, MJ's mom walked in from the kitchen.

"Wha-"

"Shhh," Peter interrupted. "She's asleep."

Peter was crawling on the floor with a trash bag while MJ was asleep on the couch. The room was absolutely trashed. There was food and wrappers all over the floor, spilled drinks, a few mounds of tissues here and there, and blankets and pillows all over the place. Alas, there was a beautiful bouquet of flowers in a glass vase sitting on the end table beside the couch.

"You brought here all of this?" MJ's mom asked.

"Yeah," Peter said as he picked up a half eaten, questionable and slightly fuzzy chicken nugget and placed it in the garbage back he was holding.

"I like you," MJ's mom said with a smile. "I think she picked a wonderful boy."

Peter smiled. "Thank you, Mrs. Jones."

With that, Peter cleaned up the rest of the room as MJ's mom went back upstairs to do some laundry.

Peter placed a notecard on the coffee table near MJ and placed a kiss on her forehead before leaving to go back to the tower.

Soon after he left, MJ woke up. She saw the notecard on the table and picked it up. Peter had left a note. It read:

                    MJ, I hope you feel better when you wake up. What you didn't see was that Bucky                                made some of his famous chicken noodle soup, and I left some in your fridge for you.                        Also, you sneezed in your sleep and it scared the shit out of me. That's my explanation                     for the footprints on your ceiling. Sorry about that. Also, text me if you want me to                               bring you some coffee tomorrow morning, or if you need anything at all. Love ya!

MJ's cheeks started glowing red. A smile was still plastered on her face as she spooned the last of the delicious chicken noodle soup into her mouth.