log, marvel: pizza party at harry's
[Pete was just soooooo thrilled that Jason was coming over. Really. That's why he was upstairs in the kitchen, webbing up ice cubes and not sulking while Gwen was downstairs in the lab. But, hey, he was looking forward to seeing MJ. Yeah, he got that it was complicated between her and Gwen, but this MJ really did remind him of his (more than he let on) and... he'd missed her. Of course he had, she was his best friend back home. And even if it wasn't her, he couldn't not be glad. Sure, the fact that a new MJ could show up so soon after the other one died was a little weird, but that was how it worked around here. He was... Peter number 5 or whatever. He forgot.
He'd found actual pants. Jeans, instead of his Spidey tights, and the same black hoodie. His bruising was a little better, and he'd realized that hanging ice cubes from the ceiling was a bad idea because they melted (we have a real genius here, folks) by the time the front door opened. Luckily, the webs were gone, and he was cleaning up the water, but Pete didn't know he was lucky because he assumed MJ knew he was Spider-Man. Ha. Ha.
The door opening, he heard that first, and then he heard her call out. Peter got to his feet and headed for the door, following the sound of her voice and his nose. Mmm, pizza.
And there she was. Peter smiled, and raised a hand in greeting. Smooth, Parker. Real smooth.] Hey, MJ.