Scenario: Peter talks about you to his friends (inspired by @heihei.edits on tiktok)
word count: 791
warning(s): second hand embarassment
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Now Ned isn’t a jealous person. He’s never been one, especially to Peter. Not when he found out his best friend was Spider-Man nor when it turned out he had indeed met Tony Stark. But this-? This takes the cake.
“What a minute you’ve met Silk. The Silk.”
“I still think it’s a stupid name,” MJ interjects. Flipping to the next page of her novel.
“Yeah,” Peter grins. Popping open a milk carton that’s certain to be half frozen. “She remembers you by the way and her name is- well, everyone at the tower calls her Moon.”
It isn’t verbal but clearly MJ is exasperated by Peter’s lack of logic. She wonders why it took so long for her to realize Peter and Spider-Man were one in the same when he talked so loosely about his life.
“She does?” Ned gapes.
Peter nods as he takes a bite out of his burrito which according to you, is a disgrace to Mexican culture. Honestly he wasn’t entirely convinced until you showed up for patrol with a bag that smelled heavenly.
You can’t blame him. All the good spots are in Brooklyn and you’ve done this whole vigilante thing much longer than he has.
“What did she say? How did she say it? Was-?”
“Woah, woah, slow down.”
“She saved almost two hundred dollars worth of legos. I deserve to know!” Ned answers while angrily biting into a carrot. “She’s my personal hero and you’re over here talking about her remembering me like it isn’t a big deal!”
Chuckling nervously Peter raises his hands. Eyeing MJ for assistance but obviously, he’s on his own. At least until she can’t resist the kicked puppy look he gives her and as much as she discredits hero names as being clever, Silk is also someone she greatly admires.
In a way, you and Peter are alike.
Not fighting for fame or money. Just looking out for the little guy and protecting them from large corporations. Yeah, she’s read the news. A lot of Stark’s contributions are encouraged by your involvement within the community.
She’s got to hand it to you, you know how to work the system that is Tony Stark.
“Silk is heavily involved and I’m sure in your case, having a civilian cry over a lego set is memorable.”
“Don’t kill my delusions,” Ned sulks. “And it was a gift for Peter.”
Peter smiles at the memory. Christmas with his two favorite people. Red wrapping paper and silky ribbons. Movies from the 90s which of course included Home Alone and…a small box on his dresser that he wasn’t going to open until he could call you at midnight.
Gulping down milk and stuffing his face would only do so much. Peter could feel his face getting warm and he could certainly feel his heart beating up to his fingertips.
Ah god.
“Hungry are you?”
Peter sputters, choking on the last drops of milk as he sets his tray back into place. “What?”
MJ isn’t a fool and she won’t be taken for one. It also isn’t like she doesn’t get a little enjoyment out of the way Peter fumbles over his words. At least now she knows what’s led him to drift off into dreamland recently.
“What?” Ned parrots. Confused. “It’s lunch?”
Peter wipes away what he spilled before hiding behind his sleeve.
“Sure,” MJ smiles. The smile that allows Peter to know he’s screwed. “When are you going to see her again?”
“Uh- patrol. We have patrol together.” Peter tugs on the collar of his button up.
“Dude?” Ned looks between his friends. A tennis match obviously ensuing.
“Today?”
“Yeah,” Peter squeaks.
“What time?”
“Afternoon.”
“So right after class?”
“Oh,” Ned drawls innocently. “Is that why we’re meeting at your house later tonight?”
Sweating bullets Peter can’t find himself to answer or tear his gaze away from MJ.
“Yeah Peter, is that why?” MJ bites back a laugh.
Peter bounces his leg underneath the table before finally caving. He’s learned from experience it’s easier that way. That doesn’t mean he’ll go quietly.
“I thought you were supposed to be my friend,” he groans. A borderline whine as he refrains from planting his face on any available hard surface.
“Ok, if someone doesn’t tell me what’s going on right now-”
“Betty!” Peter stands up abruptly. Clearing the lump in his throat. “Here- you can sit here.”
“Thanks, I guess.” Betty arches a brow. Her boyfriend’s friend has always been hospitable and a bit jumpy but this is too much. Even for him. When she sits beside Ned she leans over to whisper in his ear.
“What’s up with him?”
“That’s what I’m saying!”
A loud thump resounds in their little corner of the cafeteria.
