Peter & MJ
"Yeah." Peter nodded, and waiting for what was the question. "I keep getting - y'know, the Peter Tingle." He'd blame Aunt May for not being able to shake off that term for his abilities. "Off and on and never too intense, but it's there."
Things seemed calm enough now, though, with people laughing and drinking and chattering all around them. "All we have to do is stay out of trouble, right?" He gave MJ a smile, knowing that was very ironic coming from him. "Shouldn’t be too hard."