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Peter 3's Chance
Summary: Back to his universe, Peter 3 finds a stranger moving in next door and it's none other than MJ!
There was a robbery at the city museum, but police have caught the...
Peter 3 looked out the balcony and was glad to find the city intact in his short absence. He turned off the TV.
He was back in New York, his New York. The last few hours had been a hell of an adventure—jumping through universes, meeting alternate versions of himself, fighting multiverse men, and saving someone—and somehow, that lifted a weight off his shoulders. The guilt that had been strangling him from inside was almost gone. He would never forget Gwen, but now he felt like he was forgiven. He wasn't the bitter man he had been just a day prior.
He walked through his apartment; it was a small place, but it felt like home. He plopped on the couch, exhausted from the adventure, and fell asleep.
He was awakened by some noise outside, or rather noises. It was like someone was being dragged to the depths of hell, but the one dragging was failing miserably. At least that's what it felt like in the dream.
Coming back to his senses, he realised that the flat next to his was empty and that he was the only inhabitant on that floor. He slowly moved towards the main door, ready to catch the culprit from hell or a petty thief.
He opened the door and found the culprit to be a young woman struggling to carry a few boxes across the hallway.
"Hi," the dulcet feminine voice spoke, tinged with slight embarrassment that she had been discovered struggling with a diminutive task.
"Hi, um, do you, uh, need any help with that?" He pointed toward the tape-sealed boxes.
"I'd be most grateful if you did." The expressions on her face clearly meant Thank God.
He lifted the boxes swiftly and moved them to their desired place.
"Thank you so much. Do you live next door?" She smiled.
He looked toward the next door as if he had never seen the place and turned back to her.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm –I'm Peter Parker." It had been a long time since he had a human conversation like this.
"Nice to meet you, Peter. I'm Maria Jones."
At this response, his eyes widened, and he asked through his shock, slowly muttering, "MJ?"
"Yeah, my friends call me that. How'd you know?" She was astounded by the sudden change in his manner.
He pulled himself together and realised that he had been staring like an idiot.
"Um, it's just that I had a friend with a similar name and called her MJ." His face had turned crimson, and he was making random gestures as if that explained the rest.
"Well, then you can call me MJ too!" She didn't mind his embarrassment; it was rather endearing in a way.
The conversation soon ended. MJ! The other Spider-Mans had MJ, the love of their lives. Does that mean—is it for real? Wow! Peter's heart was racing now. If this was his chance in this universe, he won't let it get away.
He took a deep breath, and just as the next door was closing, he took his chance.
"Hey, um, I was thinking maybe—I mean, would you like to get a coffee sometime?"
Face it, Tiger—you just hit the jackpot.