Who: Peter Parker and MJ Jones What: In which Peter helps his future/past girlfriend in a project for his current girlfriend?? When: Afternoon time cause school Where: Starting at MJ's bungalow Warnings: Look, if you haven't seen Far From Home by now...
Peter had always kind of considered himself the Island's favorite, even just jokingly. Sure, bad things happened to him just as much as anyone else. But he'd shown up with someone he'd truly thought he'd lost alive and well. And then one by one, people he cared about trickled in. And he'd made friends and sort of proven himself around the island and he thought maybe things were pretty good here.
And then, out of nowhere, the Eclipse had happened and it was like it had just ushered in a weird era of bad luck in Peter's life. Harley was nice enough, sure, but did he have to live with them? It was already kind of crowded sometimes. And then Happy had proposed to May and of course Peter wanted his aunt to be happy, he wasn't a total jerk. But it just felt weird and gave him a really uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. And now this.
It wasn't like he'd ever forgotten MJ. How could he, it wasn't like he had a ton of friends to choose from back home. And that whole thing with the Island showing his future, well, she'd definitely been in it. But he'd been here nearly two years. And it wasn't like they were married, he'd had to move on eventually. But there she was, on the networks and living with Dr. Banner and chatting with Klara of all people and if things could get weirder in his life, Peter really didn't want to know how.
But he'd offered to let her work in his lab space and he knew MJ, he knew she was smart enough and talented enough to build something Klara could definitely use. And he wanted her to be able to do that but that meant seeing her in person and he wasn't sure he was ready for that. But he didn't have much of a choice and he stood on the step of Bungalow One, just hoping Pietro Maximoff wasn't the one to answer the door. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, knowing he probably looked all of twelve. Beck had called him awkward, sure, but this was reaching new levels.