Peter returned MJ to her house safely. Though he pleaded constantly not to let her back there, so much so m MJ might have gone deaf, he eventually gave in. Currently, they were sitting on her window sill, MJ on Peter's lap.

Her eyes gazed into his, longing for comfort. But the moment was lost, not by Peter, but on MJs own accord. She slowly leaned away from him, her hands pressed to his warm chest. She could feel his heart beat with her fingers through his suit.

"I- I should go.." MJ crawled off the window sill. Her face felt hot like a blushing tomato. Peter looked at her with sad eyes.

"Please, can I stay?" Her looked at her with the most ugliest wanna be puppy dog face. MJ crinkled Her nose to try not laughing.

"N-no." She kept her composure, bringing her back to the moment. "I'm Sorry but it's getting late and I'm sure your aunt May is worried."

"She knows I'm spider man, it's fine. She'll assume I'm out patrolling, and technically I'm keeping someone safe!" Peter tried to explain, Still sitting in the window.

"I think it's best if you go.. I'm sorry." MJ looked at her shoes. She thought of her father, her mom Was probably still at the hospital, working a night shift.

"Oh.. ok." Peter turned his back slightly towards her. "It's your father, isn't it?" He glanced back at her.

"I'm going to bed." MJ started and closed the window. She hated herself for being so cold, Peter didn't deserve this. He smiled at her, and waved before jumping off the window. My waves as well.

———

"Pulled your bands over it then! Not that hard you dumb girl!" Her father spotted at MJ for still having a cut on her forehead. Wearing a band aid was too obvious for it, apparently.

"I'm sorry!" Her voice cracked into silence. She pulled her bangs down over her forehead, an unusual look for her.

"Now Get to school! Your mom gets home in an hour and I don't want her worrying over your pathetic cut! You don't tell anyone, you hear me?!!" He shouted.

"Y-yes." MJ fought back tears. Actually, she couldn't cry curse at this point she stopped caring.

Her father grinned and shoved her out the apartment door. MJ gladly ran out of that stupid building. She went on her usual routine of heading to the coffee shop, then to the subway.

The coffee tasted like nothing that morning, as if it were extremely watered down. But she sipped it anyway. The sky was cloudy, threatening more rain in Queens. MJ pulled out her phone which she realized was only at 20% battery. She must of forgotten to plug it in last night.

Tucking it back in her pocket, she decided to save the battery in case she needed her phone got something important. Looking to the sky, MJ has already decided today was a crap day.

The sentence to the subway grew closer as MJ swam through crowds of people. She paid for a ticket and hopped on her train when it came.

She subconsciously was looking for Peter, but tried to be as subtle as possible. She found herself disappointed to see he wasn't there like usual.

Despite feeling down in the dumps, she played a nice card by letting a pregnant woman have her seat. MJ had to stand the rest of the ride on the underground train.

The rest of the walk to school was miserable. And she couldn't find Peter any where. Ned couldn't find him either. And in her first period class, he was absent.

MJ felt an uncomfortable worry for him. Where was he? Maybe he was hurt from what she said last night, and pretended to be sick today. Maybe he actually got sick from the salty air yesterday? Maybe he was being Spiderman? What if he was hurt?!

MJ reminded herself to relax. She shouldn't show any grief about him, people would think he was her soulmate, and check her mark, and possibly reveal his identity !!

Now she didn't think she was being rational. Hey mark was easily hidden by her socks.

Peter didn't go to school at all that day.

———

MJ crept back into her apartment to see her father wasn't on the couch like usual. Her heart skipped a beat in slight fear. She tried to be as quiet as possible, maybe he was gone? She found a note on the counter in the kitchen. A sticky note from her mom.

I'm sorry honey, but we had a patient come in with a desperate need for a heart transplant. I know you were looking forward to that movie tonight, but I won't be home for the next 24 hours. I love you ❤️💕-Mom

MJ felt the presence of some one behind her. She looked forward at the fridge, which had a shiny stainless spiral surface. She saw her reflection, distorted, with some one behind her. 

Her father.

"Dad! I-"

Her father frowned.

"I uh... mom left a note and..."

"I'm guessing you didn't get my text about it then." His face was curled into a demon like scowl.

"N-no." She remembered her phone had died at about lunch time.

"Well you should be more responsible right?! You were supposed to bring groceries since your mother was unable!"

"My phone died, I'm sorry!" MJ choked out.

"Grab that book." Her father strictly pointed at a thick telephone book they had for some reason. MJ raised an eyebrow but grabbed it anyways. "Now raise it over your head." He instructed. MJ followed his demand. "Stand in the corner, and keep it raised. If I get home and you've moved, your in trouble!"

"W-why?" She asked as her father aggressively pushed her into a corner and pulled the curtains closed.

"It's your punishment! And trust me I'll know if you move!" He growled. MJ nodded, well aware of the baby cams around each room.

Her father stormed out of the apartment, stood still, arms cramping, and fingers aching around the book.

———

Peter flew away from the stark tower. It had been 3 hours since school ended, he didn't think it would take that long. They were upgrading his suit, so he had to stay there all day. He missed school, but he wanted to go see bus friends anyway. But first off, he had to see MJ.

He knew he was completely love struck, but hey, the universe said it was supposed to happen. He spun web after web, getting closer to her apartment with each swing.

When he found her window, he paused. Wondering what to say. "Come on Peter. Just ... be you." He had talk to himself.

He made a deep breath, and tapped on her window. He pinned his back to the wall next to the window. Man, he was falling so hard for her.

But after 5 minutes, nothing happened. He looked through the window. Oh he was stupid, she wasn't even in there. The lights were off.

He opened the window from the outside and crawled into her room. Something was off, he could sense it. He walked over to her drawing desk, and saw the drawing of him, Spiderman. But behind him was an unfinished sketch of a girl, undoubtedly to be MJ. It wasn't unfinished, but beautiful.

The apartment was silent, so she probably wasn't home. Peter returned to the window to leave. He looked down at the streets below. Through the hustle bustle of people and the construction worksite, he recognized someone. He froze.

It was MJs dad. He was heading into the apartment. Something inside peter pulled him back into the room. He ran outside the bedroom and into the living area.

MJ was frozen in a corner, tears streaming down her face, hands trembling in the air holding a thick book. At the sight of Spiderman, she dropped the book and It fell to the floor.

"Peter!" She ran up to him in a hug.

"MJ?!" He pulled his mask off and hugged her back. She was obviously scared. "What was going on?!"

"Shoot, he's coming." She pulled away starting at the door knob turning at the front of the apartment. "Go! Go now!" She hissed and rushed back to the corner, picking up the book.

The door opened and there stood her father. He looked furious, then he saw Peter. His face went dark in anger.

"MJ! Your in trouble!" He threw a grocery bag at Peter Who he now knew was spider man, based on the suit, and the clock that rested on the wall at MJ. Peter easily dodged the bag, but the clock shattered on the wall next MJ.

"Your sick!" Peter growled. He shot a web at the man and pulled him to the floor. MJ screamed.

"Peter no!"

"MJ, I keep my word." He said, and cornered her father.