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“Why are you in my room?” Spider-Man asked.
MJ rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Parker. It’s none of your business.”
He opened his mouth to protest, then shut it again. Seeing him at such a lack of words was a rare occurrence.
Instead of answering, he took his mask off, revealing the face that she spent way too much time admiring.
“Okay, two things. One, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you calling me by my real name while I’m wearing my mask, and two, I do think it is kinda my business why you are in my room.”
She shrugged. “It’s not my fault that you were so obvious about your identity. Besides, had I been in your room prior to knowing you were Spider-man, the secret would be out by now anyway. You really should be more careful.”
“Which brings us back to why are you in my room?”
She stared at him, long enough to purposefully make him uncomfortable. “Reasons.”
“What reasons?” he pressed.
“I’m supposed to be mysterious, so I can’t tell you.”
He bit his lip. “Please, MJ?”
She sighed. “Fine.”
When she didn’t say anything, he persisted. “So are you gonna tell me?”
“Patience,” she returned, deliberately slow as she sounded out every syllable carefully, “is a virtue that you do not have.”
He blinked. “Okay. So. Now are you gonna tell me?”
“I hate you,” she told him, although that was far from the truth. “I wanted to take a picture of the picture you have with me so that I could draw it.”
His head tilted to the side. “Okay… Why that picture, though?”
She rolled her eyes again. That was a regular occurrence when she was with him. “Because I like the picture, you dummy.”
“Oh.”
She nodded slightly, and ignored him, proceeding to take the picture.
“‘Right, I’m done. We can go to the balcony night.”
He smiled goofily. “You do realize that it is my balcony, right?”
“You do realize that I don’t care, right?” she parroted. “May invited me over, so it’s not like I’m breaking or entering.”
He stared at her. “Do I want to know why May invited you over?”
“Nope.”
He followed her back out his window, his mask cast aside on his bed.
“I’m starting to think I will never know the mystery that is Michelle Jones.”
She dipped her head in a nod. “That’s the point.”
“Why?” he pressed.
“No one knows me,” she said ominously.
“Well that’s not ominous,” he returned.
“Not at all,” she agreed.
Peter scooted closer to her, and she didn’t think he ever realized he was doing it.
But she didn’t object.
They were close enough that she could feel the warmth emitting from his body, a stark contrast to the chilly night.
“Hey, MJ,” he said softly.
She locked eyes with him, hating the way it felt like all her feelings were bared to him at that moment. But at the same, she kind of liked it.
It was nice not being a mystery for once.
She waited for him to continue.
“Happy Thanksgiving Eve.”
His words startled her, and she laughed.
“Wait, what?”
“It’s the day before Thanksgiving. Hence Thanksgiving Eve. So happy Thanksgiving Eve to you.”
She looked at him, probably for longer than she should have, taking in everything about him.
He was precious.
Simple as that.
So innocent and wholesome and part of her wanted to smack him just to see what his reaction was.
Knowing him, he would probably apologize for putting his head in the way of her hand.
But she could never slap him, experiment aside.
That would be a betrayal to the innocent cinnamon roll that he was.
“Happy Thanksgiving Eve to you,” she returned. “I forgot that it was Thanksgiving.”
He gasped dramatically. “What? It’s the best holiday! Well, after Christmas. Actually, maybe not. I don’t know. I don’t want to pick favorites, because that’s not fair to the holidays. I love them all. It’s one of the best holidays,” he amended. “They all are.”
Peter was simply adorable, she noticed as he was rambling about how he didn’t want to pick favoritism of the holidays because it wasn’t fair to them.
MJ had no choice, not really, but to kiss him.
It wasn’t her fault that he was so cute.
Blame him.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” she warned, heat rushing to her cheeks the moment the words left her mouth.
Maybe she had misread the situation.
But MJ wasn’t one to back down from a challenge.
His mouth gaped open like a fish, and she cupped his jaw, tilting it shut.
He didn’t object, his eyes darting to her lips and a blush taking over his face, so she took that as her cue.
Her heart sped up as she leaned closer, and she realized that he could probably hear it. He was Spider-Man after all.
Oh, wow, she was about to kiss Spider-Man.
But it was Peter Parker.
Oh, wow, she was about to kiss Peter Parker.
That was even more insane.
In a good way, of course.
She closed the little distance left between him and it was…
…undescribable.
His arms slipped around her waist gently, and he held her firmly.
That was the moment that she realized she loved Peter. She loved him so, so very much.
How had she not realized this before?
She had good deductive skills, and usually, she was good at figuring things out. But not this. It had taken her far too long to realize her feelings.
They stayed that way for a while, Peter kissing her softly in the way that only he could until they both pulled away to breathe.
As unfortunate as it was, breathing did appear to scientifically be necessary.
“Well, this was a pretty good Thanksgiving Eve,” Peter said cheekily, and she rolled her eyes.
“Shut up,” she murmured.
His mouth tilted into a crooked grin. “Make me.”
So she did.