Mary Jane Watson was without a doubt one of the most important people in Peter’s life, and it’d been that way for years. Whenever there was a flash of doubt in his mind, thinking about MJ, Uncle Ben and Aunt May pretty much immediately cured it. His doubt was never about whether or not Peter was doing the right thing, he knew he was, it was about whether New York still needed Spidey. Thinking about them vulnerable reminded him that would never change, regardless of how many heroes joined the fray. Plus, MJ had protected his secret for years, believed in Peter unflinchingly, even when his mistakes were much more than the sum of his successes.
Naturally, some of the time that Peter spent with MJ was the most important in his life, even when it was lighthearted. Currently, MJ throwing popcorn at him was enough to make his night, and really, if that wasn’t whipped, Peter wasn’t sure what was and he was damn proud of it. MJ deserved to have people do absolutely anything for her in order to make her happy, and if that wasn’t an apt description of Peter, nothing was. Thanks to his quick reflexes, Peter caught the popcorn in his mouth and grinned. “Was that impressive or was the impressive?” He asked lightly, shifting to make room for MJ on the couch. “I noticed that,” he commented with a laugh. “You know what, MJ? You’re getting wilder by the day. It’s like I don’t even know you anymore,” Peter said, hoping she’d throw more caramel corn at him. As long as Peter was eating, he was pretty happy, and sweetness was never something he would complain about. Plus, he was whipped, and if MJ liked it, so did he. “Fixer upper reruns,” he said without hesitation. “So, how’s modelling? How’s acting?”
"It was impressive...I have pretty good aim,” she tacked on with a smile before flopping onto the couch beside him. MJ had never once thrown something at Peter in the hopes of actually hitting him. Usually he caught things with his hands, but the general idea was the same. One of her greatest skills was her intuition, and considering she knew Peter better than almost anyone, she knew exactly when he was trying to bait her. Since she was in such a good mood, MJ decided to roll her eyes fondly before throwing more caramel corn at him in mock scorn. “You better get used to it, Parker. Just wait until the day you come over for pizza night and the topping is caviar.” That actually sounded very disgusting to her and no matter how much her modeling or acting careers took off, she would never stop eating cheap pizza and Chinese take-out. Being surrounded by do-gooders so often, MJ was highly aware of how shallow and insignificant her job was in comparison. She only hoped to be a shoulder for the more heroic people in her life to lean on.
She nodded before grabbing the remote and putting on the episode she was about 85% sure they’d left off on. Sometimes MJ wondered about the people who actively kept up with HGTV shows. In her life, their entire purpose was for casual viewing while attempting to multitask. “Great and good. Modeling comes more naturally to me and shoots are shorter, plus getting work is easier. I think if I really wanted to act more professionally I’d have to move to LA and I can’t even picture that.” MJ may not have been born in New York like Peter, but it was the only happy home she’d ever had and the only place where she’d made lifelong friends. “I’m still holding out hope for my big Broadway breakthrough, though, don’t worry.” If only movie stars wouldn’t keep hogging all the roles, ahem.
