Fresh Page (Garfield! Spiderman x Male! MJ)
A/n: I think I might've accidently deleted the original post, oops!
The world had gone dark.
It worked. The spell had worked and the Spidermen and the cured villains had returned home.
Somewhere Peter three had dreaded.
It was the anniversary of Gwen's death. Even though Peter was able to prevent someone from suffering the same fate, it still broke his heart.
He was unable to move on.
As the world slowly came back, Peter found himself on the rooftop from before. Before Parker One's spell had brought him over, he was swinging and running through Queens, trying to get back home on time. Aunt May needed help refurbishing her home and was staying at Peter's apartment.
"Ugh, I'm gonna be late," he said, looking at the sunset. Peter's home was just around the corner, but there was no way he was going to appear in his room dressed as Spiderman! So he began to change out of his costume, into his civilian clothes as he ran down the fire escape. "Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot!" He leaped off the ramp, sticking his spider suit in his bag, landing on the ground in his hero pose.
"That was so cool." Peter looked up. A man about his age with red hair and green eyes smiled at him. He held onto the straps of his backpack. Peter blushed.
"Uh thanks?" he replied.
"Do you do parkour?" the stranger asked. Peter nodded hesitantly. "Nice."
"Uh, who are you?" Peter asked, standing up. The stranger smiled.
"I'm Michael James Watson, but you can call me MJ," he replied.
"Parker, Peter Parker," the hero said. "It's nice to meet you, MJ." MJ smiled, blushing a little.
"So, where are you heading?" he asked.
"Oh, I was just trying to get home," Peter replied. "What about you?"
"I'm trying to get home too," he said. Peter's face lit up.
"I could walk you, if you'd like," he offered.
"That's so sweet," MJ said. "I live in the apartments across from 20 Ingrams street."
Peter chuckled, "I live on that street!" MJ smiled wider.
"Well neighbor, let's getting going." MJ grabbed Peter's hand, happily walking along the sidewalk. All the while, Peter began to converse with MJ, asking questions. MJ answered them. They talked about the little things. They talked about the big things.
Peter began to feel better. Gwen would love seeing him so happy. She'd want him to move on.
"We're here!" MJ and the super hero stood at the apartments' entrance. "I'll see you soon," MJ said. "Goodnight."
"Bye," Peter replied. MJ entered the apartment, leaving Spiderman standing alone. He turned around and walked home.
"Where have you been?" Aunt May asked as Peter entered.
"I walked someone home," he replied. Aunt May placed her hands on her hips, trying to act mad.
"Well next time, walk them faster," she said. Peter chuckled softly. May's expression soften. "I can't stay mad at you," she said, embracing her nephew.
"I love you," he said, hugging her tightly.
"So, who's the lucky girl, or guy?" she asked, pulling away. Peter blushed.
"Uh, his name is Michael James Watson, but he likes to go as MJ," Peter replied. "And how'd you know?" Aunt May smirked.
"Sweetie, aunts know everything," she replied.
"I guess that's true," he said. "I think I might have s chance."
"If you do, I'd take it now," Aunt May said, waking into the kitchen. "Who's knows what would happen if someone got to MJ first." Peter looked out the window. There was no way he was going to waste his chance.
"I'm taking the leap," he said.
"Good luck!" Aunt May exclaimed. Peter dropped his bag and left the house. He crossed the street, found an empty pizza box and entered the apartment.
"It's pizza time," he said, placing the box on the counter. The receptionist looked at him.
"Who's it for?" she asked.
"Michael Watson," Peter answered.
"Go ahead, second floor, first door to the left."
"Thank you," he said. Peter picked up the box and took the elevator to the second floor. The doors dinged and he took a left, knocking on the door.
"Hello Peter," MJ said, opening the door.
"Hi," Peter replied. "May I come in?"
"Of course!"
With a fresh page opened, Peter Parker was happy once more.
A/n: I hope you liked it