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Sooo... Peter just finished fighting the Scorpion after he escaped from jail, again. Good thing Scorpion didn't remember the last fight (He was still a little annoyed Jean had done that to the guy(break him out just out get him arrested immediately? Not cool!)). That would be a little awkward. Probably would be, and not even a little.
Maybe he's the one who would make it awkward. He's been really quiet about the whole Jean ordeal, so the cops don't send out a warrant for her arrest,,, Only Damage Control might know, because of cameras, but nothing yet so consider it luck.
Then just out of the corner of his eye while climbing up the side of a building, he spotted a now familiar red suit. Deadpool was late to this at least, while Wade did tell him about his regenerative abilities and overall skills, he still felt a bit guilty whenever he joined on fights.
Maybe he should hide, It's already late.
And so he does, he rotates slightly and crawls away, set on heading to his own dim apartment across town, a quick web, jumping from one building to another, another web to swing him across a couple more blocks annnddd ending up at Ned and MJ's apartment instead.
He jolts up at the realization, one hand on the window to Ned's room, already lifting up. He glances down to see a broken lock. Shit, did he have enough money to replace that?
He'll look up window lock prices later.
What now? he can't just leave, what if Ned thinks he and MJ got robbed? (that's a good reason to stay! Something spidery thinks distantly) He swallows some salvia and bites the bullet.
He opens the window the rest of the way, it squeaks and groans but gives way; slipping inside to the roof of the room. He didn't notice before but he can hear the Television being played in the living room. There's no way they didn't hear him right? he could've sworn even opening the window was loud.
maybe make a lot of noise to let them know? Yeah, that could work.
So he looks around and searching for a loud looking material, paper bag? No...
What the hell? Why does Ned have some type of military grade alarm clock? He doesn't remember Ned having issues waking up.. But it should be loud enough to startle them.
He leaves two hands on the ceiling while he makes momentum by swinging back and forth to propel himself towards the alarm clock.
(and he sticks the landing! the crowd goes wild, Wuooo!! ahhhhhh!!)
Just like he theorized, it immediately went off blaring, well maybe it did for him, for Ned and MJ it might just be the regular volume. He might be spidery still and didn't realize.
He stretches when he hears the Television pause and shuffling as they both look around. ("What was that?" "My new alarm clock.." "Get up, Ned! We need to check.") It was new? he can probably make a new one for Ned.. Yeah he should have the spare parts back his own apartment.
He also hears one of them grab something, it sounds metal and hollow, maybe pepper spray. He could always trust Ned to have some back then, and now he guesses. He spreads out his hands, one ducking down quickly to pick up the alarm and set it on the desk he knocked it off.
The door opens so suddenly it scares him and he gets sprayed with something, but lucky for him he's wearing his mask still and the ventilation is good enough only oxygen comes through the fog.
"Oh!" He can see Ned say, arms lowering, through the light fog of the spray (now that he can read it, it says Police oc-17 magnum). "Hi Ned! Hi MJ!" he starts off cheerfully, waving at both of them. "Urm, uh.. mind if I stay?.." He continues off warily, tapping his upper arms fingers together.
Ned and MJ look at each other for a moment and nod. That was weird. "Yeah, you can stay." MJ says, crossing her arms (Wait, how didn't he notice her holding a metal bat?). He sighs with relief anyways, tugging off his mask and slacking deeply, eyes closed.
(He hears them both suck in air between their teeth, does that mean he was more beat up then he thought?)
He stutters forward on his feet, suddenly overcome with tiredness, landing in-between both of them. His hands coming to clasp both of their shirts. "Sorry, just lead me to the couch, I'll be fine there." he mumbles.
He feels MJ grip the back of his suit, and moving around looking for the hidden zip, (which is surprisingly comforting), eventually zipping it down. "okay top half unzipped," Ned says for MJ, he nods in agreement, slipping his arms out one at a time so he doesn't completely fall on the ground, Ned slips off his gloves for him.
"Okay, MJ, can you go get some spare pants?" Ned speaks, he feels MJ nod and slowly shift his weight fully onto Ned, who makes a noise of struggle. "Maybe be back quick?" He huffs.
Peter can feel Ned's legs shaking with effort so he shuffles them both towards the living room, leaving behind the top half of his suit and gloves behind. "Why didn't you do that before bro." Ned grumbles softly.
"It felt nice to be held by you both.." Peter responds, pushing Ned onto the couch and flopping onto of him, wrapping his arms around him with a squeeze. Ned lets out a puff of air when he does. "That's kinda sad, Pete."
Peter grumbles, "Okay, hater." He squeezes a little harder. Ned taps his back a little franticly with a squeak. He lets up with a chuckle. MJ returns with some silly Spider-Man pijamas pants, "Didn't expect you two here." She walks over to Peter and Ned. "I didn't either." Ned says. Peter raises himself up, grabbing the pijamas with a frown. "Why do you have pants with my face on them?" He questions.
"Technically, It's not your face, It's Spider-Man's face." She smirks. Peter smiles with winkled brows but pads over to their bathroom anyway.
"Okay Ned, Up you go, We're setting this into bed mode." MJ herds Ned off the couch.
"Fine, fine. I'm going." he pouts, standing and moving behind the couch. They both hear the shower turn on but don't say anything out loud. "Come on, let's hurry up." MJ says to Ned while walking up behind the couch. They take off the back rest, setting it aside and take off the cushions, showing the folded metal inners.
Ned grumbles when he realizes he forgot to move the coffee table. MJ moves to do it without saying anything, leaving Ned to struggle with the metal inners.
By some marvelous (hah) deity, Ned does it! With no help at all. Don't listen to MJ.
It folds out to show off the frame of a bed, MJ goes to grab the cushions and place them accordingly. They both turn to their rooms, and wander in, grabbing their blankets and pillows, and if MJ grabs a medical kit whose to say.
They both make the bed, and crawling under, leaving space for Peter in the middle, settling on the couch-bed, just now remembering about the show they paused.
Ned reaches for the remote, unpausing it. They both sit on the bed, in a awkward moment of silence. "So, we got Spider-Man. Showering in the bathroom right now." Ned says, looking at MJ.
"I know we do, but it's Peter in the shower not Spider-Man" She responds. "Right." He nods.
The shower clicks off. They both turn towards the bathroom, the door squeaks slightly, and Peter's head pokes out. "Oh, 'didn't think you would be looking..." He says, looking unbelievably shy. "Could I get a towel?" He asks after.
Ned sits up quicker then her.
"Yeah no worries dude! Just let me grab one" Ned rushes out, heading to the closet just past the bathroom. "Do you need a uh, large towel or just a regular one?"
"The lARG-." Peter coughs, embarrassed. "The larger one, please." He reaches out his arms towards Ned.
Ned runs into the mini hallway at the front door, grabs his sunglasses, and slips them over his actual glasses which looks mildly funny from MJ's view. Ned walks back over calmly. "Of course," He smiles.
Peter looks confused, eyeing the sunglasses on his face. Ned can feel his face heat up at the look. Peter grabs the towel with a suspicious look, Ned tilts his head down.
Peter follows the movement with his own head. His cowlicked eyebrows shoot up, and the door slams quickly in front of Ned's face.
"What was that? What did you do?" MJ questions with a slight frown. Ned turns to MJ, "What ever do you mean, dear friend?" He smiles, still flushed. She eyes him for a moment, thinking.
"Wait." She says, eyebrows slowly raising. "Dude!? Were you peeking at him!?" Ned looks around, well, his head moves around. "What?.... Haha.. No way!...." He drawls out, lifting a hand to scratch at his neck.
"Dude! You were!" He walks back to the couch. "Okay sure, maybe." He admits.
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"Holy shit...." Peter mumbles from the toilet seat, (Towel over the seat of course) "Wait.. Does that mean My -- metaphorical obviously -- Ned liked me?" He ponders. "I mean, i wouldn't reject him if he did." He thinks for a little longer. "We were always together for everything... I would help with his family, just like I did with MJ... We did things that resembled dates?"
Oh shit...
Oh shit.
"I think I liked MJ and Ned."
"WHY DO I ONLY REALISE THIS NOW!?" He screams, entirely forgetting this bathroom isn't his apartment bathroom.
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"Uh, What was that?" Ned asks, tossing his sunglasses on the coffee table. He'd put them back by the door tomorrow. "Sounds like someone realizing something." MJ responds bluntly.