48. Johnny Storm/Peter Parker
Peter Parker, Johnny’s unfairly attractive nerd of a roommate was surprisingly good at this ‘Assasins’ game.
The game was simple enough- all of the 36 people on the floor were secretly given the name of the person they were to murder (clap on the shoulder) without being spotted (the victim or a bystander saying “I see you,” before the touch was completed), the murderer getting the name of their victim’s target and continuing until only one remained. Rooms and classes were off limits.
It was now day 3 of the game, and a lot of the intensity had worn off now that there were only 6 players left. Johnny had managed to survive so far by being his usual social butterfly self, surrounding himself with plenty of witnesses at all times. He was currently on his second target, some loser named Bob who Johnny would swear didn’t even go here if Wade didn’t vouch that it was his roommate.
Johnny could accept that Peter had survived the chaos of day one, possibly even day 2. The guy spent a lot of time in class (in that he went to them, unlike Johnny) and in the room, studying (definitely unlike Johnny).
But Johnny had heard… rumors.
That not only had Peter survived, but that he- he!- had personally assassinated a good chunk of the floor.
So, it was a bit understandable that Johnny might have felt the tiniest slightest hint of alarm when Parker cornered him outside his Advanced Rhetoric classroom(Johnny had been a different man at the beginning of the semester. A naiver, sillier man who thought Public Speaking would be the perfect blow-off major. How wrong he had been), the one class he had without any of his backup.
“I see you,” Johnny said warily, feeling a bit mollified when his roomie frowned in confusion a long moment before repeating the phrase back. Perhaps those rumors of Peter being an Assasin genius really were just rumors if he couldn’t keep his head in the game at a vulnerable time like just after class.
Pete did that totally-stupid- definitely-not-adorable thing where he ran a hand through his already mussed-up hair and sighed. “I was just, uh…. You got a minute right now? I need to talk to you.”
“And it can’t happen in the room because…?”
Peter fidgeted, looking like he thought Johnny was about to start laughing at him, and said nothing.
Johnny sighed. Stupid attractive roommate, distracting Johnny from his laser focus. This boy was going to be the murder of him. Against his better judgement, he agreed to have the mysterious conversation in a secluded corner outside.
Johnny disguised a discrete check of their surroundings with an exaggerated pout. All clear, no suspiciously lurking figures waiting to jump them now that they’d left the building. “So what was it that you wanted to talk about?” Johnny smiled coquettishly and raised his eyebrows. “Finally worked up the nerve to ask me out, Parker?”
Instead of rising to the bait and firing off his usual snappy retort, Peter made an odd face and flushed. What the heck was his deal today?
“I got tickets,” Peter said quickly, almost as if he was blurting his way through some prepared speech, “to that new Star Wars movie, and I know you’ll hate it because for some incomprehensible reason you’re a Trekkie, but I promise not to get mad about your bitching-”
“I’m going to cut your blasphemy off there,” Johnny said, because he knew all too well that when Peter was in blurt mode he never stopped. “When’s the movie? I’ll call Wyatt and hey maybe we can invite that Bob guy-”
“I meant just us,” Peter cut in. Wow, when did he get that close? He was just inches away. Johnny could just lean down and press their lips together-
“Boo,” Said a voice as a hand clapped Johnny on the shoulder. “You’re dead.”
Johnny turned, disbelieving to see Wilson giving him a shit-eating grin. He looked back to Peter, who’s smile had taken an evil turn.
Something about the look on Johnny’s face had Peter backpedaling quickly. “Sorry Johnny! All’s fair in love and war!”
“I was serious about that date though!” Peter called over his shoulder as he broke into a run.
“I KNOW WHERE YOU SLEEP!” Was Johnny’s heartfelt reply.
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