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I Can Be Your Spider-Man

Pairing: Peter Parker/MJ

Summary: “Well, it really saved the team. You really were my Iron-Man,” MJ said jokingly. Peter smirked and stopped walking, turning towards her.

“You know, I can’t really be your Iron-Man, but I can be your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.”

Word Count: 1,569

Authors: Blue and Gold

Beta: @jazensnothuman456

Warnings: Language, name-calling

A/N: This is our first fanfic! Like, reblog and comment to let us know how we did! We’re also very proud of the word count.

Another year, another tournament. Only this time, Peter was actually competing. After the stunt he pulled last year at Nationals, MJ had, quite sternly, told him that he would compete in Regionals or he wouldn’t go to D.C. ever again. And how could Peter say no to her? Especially when she gave him that look and threatened to sketch his distress. Even if the drawings were amazing. So, here he sat, at Regionals, in the finals, with Manhattan Center for Science and Mathematics sitting opposite his team.

Everything had been going amazing, even with Flash filling in for Sebastian, who was sick. The tension in the air was rising. Manhattan was only down by one question. If they didn’t get the next question right, there would be no way for them to get to D.C. again this year. The moderator looked at both teams and started reading off the final question.

“What is the Engine Displacement Formula, used to find the displacement of hydraulic fluid in engines?”

Peter had never slammed his hand so hard, “4bore2distancenumber of cylinders.”

After a mildly concerned look at the noise, the judges announced, “And with that final question, it is my greatest pleasure to claim Midtown High of Science and Technology the winners of the 2018 Academic Decathlon Regionals!”

All Peter could focus on was MJ’s exasperated eye roll as Flash leaped on to the stage to claim their trophy.

They crowded on stage with Flash and put on their best smiles, all knowing these pictures would be on every Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat stories by tonight. Peter met MJ’s eyes on the other side of the group. Her smile blinded him more than the flashing cameras.

After pictures, Mr. Harrison herded the team to the bus, congratulating them on the way while praying that he didn’t “lose another one” on this trip. The thought was troubling.

Once on the bus, MJ stood up to make an announcement, “Since we will be going to Nationals, we will be practicing five days this week for two hours. I’m not going to be captain of the team that loses Nationals.”

Peter couldn’t help but agree with the comment.

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Flash was hosting the celebratory party at his parent’s mansion. A fact that, if left out, got you instantly uninvited, even though his parents didn’t know they had won.

“Yo, Penis! Are you coming to the party tonight? You shouldn’t really be invited, like, come on, we all know I’m the real reason we’re going to D.C. this year.”

Ned grabbed Peter by the shoulder, steering him away, “Come on Peter, we all know you’re the real reason we won.” That line was directed at Flash. “And if he’s getting on your nerves we can always skip and go to my house and hang out. My mom just bought me a giant Lego™ BB-8; we can build it together if you want.”

“Oh, I don’t know Ned,” mumbled Peter, “I mean, I’m sure MJ really wants us there, right? We’re like, the only people on the team she tolerates, you know?”

“Well, yeah, duh. I mean you’re like her favorite person, man.”

“What! No, Ned, how would you even draw that conclusion? When I say tolerate, I mean tolerate. I was just thinking the party would be more bearable if she tolerated some of the people there.”

“Sure, Peter. I’m sure that’s why you want to go. I’m sure it as nothing to do with your huge crush on her.”

“What! Ned, come on, I don’t like MJ like that; and even if I did she would never like me back. I mean, we were just talking about how she tolerates us! She can’t like me if she only tolerates me!”

“Peter, dude, it’s obvious you like her. Just admit it.”

“Okay, okay. I guess I do kind of, maybe, have, like, a little crush on MJ. So, can we please stop talking about it? I’ve gotta go, Ned, I’m really gonna need May’s help finding an outfit to wear tonight.”

To say the least, May was very excited when Peter explained the situation, which led him to where he was now: in Flash’s parent’s mansion, dressed to the nines in a button-up shirt and khakis, Ned gone, and MJ nowhere to be seen.

He’d been wondering for a while, trying to find either of his friends. Apparently luck wasn’t on his side today because instead of hearing the voice of his friends, he heard Flash.

“Yo! Penis! Wanna do a little dance? Or maybe you can invite your good ol’ pal Spider-Man? Or better yet, why don’t you invite Tony Stark? Huh, Penis? Listen to me when I’m talking to you.”

Peter turned and addressed Flash, “Listen Flash, Spider-Man might be my friend but that doesn’t mean I can call on him anytime I want, and I definitely can’t call on Tony Stark. I intern for him, but I’m not, like, his best friend or anything. I don’t even have his number.”

“Just shut up, Penis. We all know you’re lying. And I think you’re forgetting something. Spider-Man knows me, I mean, he borrowed my car last year, remember?”

“Yes Flash, we all remember how Spider-Man borrowed and wrecked your car.” Peter turned and left before Flash could retaliate.

He found Ned in the dining room, red fedora perched happily on his head as he attempted to mingle. Peter rushed to Ned and jerked the hat off immediately.

“Come on, Ned,” Peter hissed, “I thought we agreed, no hats this time!”

Ned shrugged, “It felt right.”

“It is not right Ned. I couldn’t find you, I don’t think MJ is even here and I’m five minutes into the party and Flash is already harassing me. We should’ve just stayed home like you suggested.”

“What? No, man, come on Peter! Look, I think I saw MJ in the living room. She had her sketch pad with her. She’s probably drawing people in distress, or like, drunk or something. Go talk to her, and while you’re doing that, I’m gonna mingle. In the fedora.”

Throwing an exasperated look at Ned, Peter headed to the living room in search of MJ. Just as Ned said, she was in the living room, sketch pad in hand, with an intense look on her face.

Just as he was steps away, Flash moved into his line of sight. “Hey Penis Parker! You coming to D.C. this year? We don’t need you man, everyone here knows that I could single-handedly win nationals. Am I right guys?”

No one said anything, except for MJ, in true MJ form, appeared out of nowhere to answer Flash’s question.

“Flash you didn’t even answer your question right today. I mean, come on, everyone knows that the ion formula for Carbonate is NO2 - , not SO3 2-, that’s Nitrate. If anyone here could ‘single-handedly win nationals,’ it would be Peter.”

With Flash effectively shut down, she turned to Peter, “Come on Peter, let’s ditch this lame-ass party,” and turned and stormed out.

Peter threw one look at Ned and raced after her calling out, “MJ it’s pouring rain out there!”

He grabbed Flash’s umbrella on the way out.

“Hey Peter,” she said as Peter ran down the street behind her to catch up. The rain poured steadily above them, the slightly acidic smell alerting Peter’s heightened senses. He brushed them off easily. It activates all the time for little to no reason.

MJ attempted to lace her hand with Peter’s. Peter jokingly jerked back for a moment. “Hey watch it, I hurt that today to win, remember?” he smirked. MJ shook her head and grabbed his hand, swinging their arms back and forth in time with their steps.

“Hey MJ,” he said, holding the umbrella steady with his free hand. He ran his thumb over hers, trying to make this moment last forever. Her eyes shimmered with light from nearby streetlamps, making them seem even more impossibly beautiful than they were before.

“You really saved us back there, huh?” MJ said, walking closer to Peter then before. Peter shrugged, blushing.

“Yeah, I mean, I guess so… It was nothing really, just some simple hydraulics formulas and stuff,” Peter mumbled.

“Well, it really saved the team. You really were my Iron-Man,” MJ said jokingly. Peter smirked and stopped walking, turning towards her.

“You know, I can’t really be your Iron-Man, but I can be your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man,” Peter said.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Peter blanched. How could he say something like that? MJ doesn’t know yet. She can’t know, she only really tolerates him. There’s no way of knowing what she might do with the newfound information. Peter’s thoughts were quickly interrupted by a kiss planted softly on his lips.

His entire world exploded in that moment. His panicked thoughts vanished from his mind. The umbrella dropped to the street below them as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Suddenly, nothing mattered. Not that MJ knew, not that there was some stupid party raging on just half a block away, the only thing that really mattered was her. MJ pulled away and set her forehead against Peters. Her eyes looked even better up close.

She smirked and put her hands around his neck.

“Hey, you know Spider-Man’s always been my favorite right?”

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