Summary: Michelle Jones would've never thought to have been saving a nearly dead Spider-Man on her apartment roof during a cold winter December night.

Nor did she ever think she'd be falling for a certain teen who loves talking with his best friend about Star Wars themed construction sets. . .

.../or/...

After a nightly patrol goes horribly wrong due to a malfunctioning suit; Spider-Man is now a wanted fugitive. . . Faced with old foes and new alike, Spider-Man and Peter Parker face a danger that hits more close to home than it ought to.

Michelle slowly begins to unravel a dark family secret, all while trying to balance education, the Decathlon team, and a unlikely crush on one of the most dorkiest kids in Midtown High.

Idea inspired from @annas (Archive of our own user) check that story out: The Peter Parker Problem. . . It's great. Really Great.

I dont own the Characters or Music.

Keep in mind: My story is inspired by annas story. I am not stealing ideas; my plot is probably way more different. I've been wanting to write a Peter x Michelle fanfiction for the longest. . . annas story just-- created a spark.

No. . .

A fire.

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Dammit

It was almost 10:50 P.M. on a Friday Night. . .

The roof of the Alpine 6 apartment building was covered in a soft blanket of snow. Michelle made her way to grab her books from her small cozy bench and table that sat upon the roof before they were almost unnoticeable In the powdery scenery. The buildings of Queens surrounding her apatrment building were illuminating with the soft lights of its tenants.

Her chocolate eyes wandered to a unmoving object. . . Or person? It was not that far from the ledge. She adjusted her dark gray beanie on her head, her brown locks flowing softly in the wind.

Her red boots softly sinking into the fresh, crisp snow as she inched her way closer to the figure.

As she neared, she made out the very noticeable colors of red and blue. This was Spider-Man on her roof, was he dead? Should she leave him? She exhaled a shaky breath, as her warm breath hit the cold wind it made a soft cloud before disappearing into thin air once more.

Michelle kept her soft pace going, she heard an audible groan come from him. She stopped, she let out another breath that she had no idea she were holding.

When she were standing at the head of the masked vigilante, she noticed his costumes back was scratched at some parts; not to mention badly. Blood was covering some snow around him. He wasn't bleeding to death was he?

She crouched by his head.

"Can you move?"

There was no answer. She looked at the apartment roof door, it looked so far away from where she was; shit. She were going to drag him. She cursed at her own compassion. She could go to jail. . . There was an issue for his arrest a week ago. He was wanted. But then again, she had worse problems with the law by protesting before. . .

Mj huffed as she picked Spider-Man by his arms. She flipped him over onto his back. He yelled out in pain as his exposed back hit the cold snow. Mj winced.

"My bad,"

His costume from the front looked horrible. It was decorated with scattered pacthes, some burnt skin; cuts, and bruises. There was a long scratch were on his stomach, there was a very noticeable gunshot wound on is shoulder. His mask were torn slightly at the top so his hair was showing a little through the slit. His left mask eye was twitching wildly. . . God, he looked horrible.

"This'll hurt Spider-Guy,"

Mj grabbed his arms and started to drag. Earning a audible groan from the masked hero. His breathing was audible and ragged. . . Her jeans, and hands were getting blood on it. She cursed.

It was a chilling 13 degrees outside and she was trying to keep almost dead Spider-Man alive until she could help him; Or at least try to. . .

God - is he even alright? Michelle couldn't even grasp an idea of what she'll do if he werent.

"A-are you alright?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. The faint sound of the wind and the commotion going on down where the busy street was, luckily didn't drown her out.

Still no response.

Shit.

What the hell was he thinking? He swings around the city. . . Practically acting invincible. Now he's on the brink of death within her arms.

How could he-. . . Who could've done this? Her arms were trembling from the winter cold, and possibly from fear.

How could she help this. . . Boy?

She dragged his limp body toward the apartment roof door. "C'mon dammit,"

She cursed at herself; and this man- spider person in her hands.

"M-Mj. . ." He knew her name.

How the hell?. . .

She dropped him, out of legitimate shock and panic.

He hissed as his back hit the ice cold snow again.

"How do you know my name?" She hugged herself, trying pathetically to warm herself from the biting wind.

Spider-Man lifted his right trembling, bloody hand toward his partially torn mask, taking it off; to only reveal a pair of soft wide brown eyes.

Michelle could've sworn that she stopped breathing for a second. . .

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Tending To Those In Need

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Chapter One: Prologue

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~Michelle~

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One Week Earlier...

Monday

There were certain things Michelle Jones hated about winter.

The cold, winter breeze that drifted mercilessly through Queens; that's something she hated.

The snowflakes that fluttered down and softly lands carelessly wherever; she liked that about winter.

It's been two weeks since the generators busted due to the cold weather. Today was everyone's first day back since they repaired the heaters. . .

But goddamn it sure as hell didn't feel like it.

It was freezing. . .

But of course Michelle wouldn't show it. Yet, her body betrayed her. . . Michelle angrily trembled while trying to read.

She sips her warm coffee and flicks a page on her book; Moby Dick. The cafateria was moved around during the break; so now the table she sat at was positioned in a corner; fitted only for three people. . . how wonderful. . .

Conviently; her normal table was positioned by an automatic heater. It emitted some kind of heat. . . Not like she could feel it; it were being blocked by two dorks talking about dork things.

Ned, well he were talking about the new Star-Wars lego set. His eyes sparkled with glee as he talked about building an 'X-Wing'. . . Or something; she wasn't interested in their conversation. Or Parker. . .

Damn, Michelle's eyes flicked to Peter. He looked horrible, and that's putting it lightly.

His head was resting on his left hand, his skin was practically pale. His eyes seemed like they wanted to close; but he kept them open by his willpower alone. His hair was disheveled and yet so damn flawless. His lips looked horribly chapped; knowingly from the cold. His nose, as well as his ears were slightly red.

"Peter,"

His eyelids were heavy, Ned nudged Peter's side. Peter jumped as if someone threw hot rocks at him. His soft, wide chocolate eyes looked at her.

"What's wrong with you?"

He looked at Ned, before moving his lips; trying to summon words. He looked stunned.

"Why are you being nice?" Peter asked.

The hell? She can't be nice if she wants to? And to her asking a question wouldn't be nice. . . well maybe it were. . . But besides that; it shouldn't be a big deal.

Should it?. . .

That fucking Parker. . .

He was her problem; apart from the damn cold that threatens to kill her, she was having a good thing going for her. . . She has led the Decathlon team to another championship and prevailed. She's acing all of her classes, her Dad has came into a lot of money somehow and he's able to be there for her sometimes. Life is going really well.

But that fucking Parker. . .

Ever since she bumped into him and Ned at the Mall. . . Wearing that white shirt with a blue jacket that made his dark eyes dance misheviously.

His innocent smile when he laughed at some dorky joke that Ned told; the way he walked. That damned accent. . . Mj found that she'd been staring at Peter for far too long after that day. That smile, to her. . . Wasn't innocent anymore. . . It was dangerous; he was dangerous. To her emotions, of course.

Michelle realised that she were crushing on Peter Parker-. . . And hard.

He was unknowingly making sure Mj stayed on her P's Q's when it came to him. . .

It was hard to make sure she stayed observent and not come off as obsessed.

So now, inevitably; it really bothered her that Peter cared if she were mean or nice.

It fucked with her mentally; he fucked with her mentally. God, she hated it.

She owed it to no-one to be nice or mean, she cared for no-one.

But holy shit it was hard for her to not care about Peter.

Damn you, Peter Parker.

But if he were looking like he walked from Antarctica in a bathing suit; Michelle needed to know why. . .

Michelle just eyed him. Peter lifted his head from his left hand and let his arm fall.

"I ah. . . I uhm, the heater in the apartment broke. Tony should be over to fix it today." He paused. "But I'm fine though." Peter gave her a half hearted smile.

Michelle sipped her coffee again.

"You don't look fine,"

Peter looked at Ned again. God Peter was adorably annoying. . . Sometimes.

"Probably just a little cold."

Having no further need for the two dork's weird looks; Michelle sips her coffee and begins to continue reading Moby Dick.

But her thoughts kept drifting to one of the two dorks in front of her. She smiled to herself inwardly. . .

They were her favorite dorks.

But Parker, was by far her most favorite dork.

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Michelle huffed. The lights of twinkling buildings of Queens, New York were beautiful; no doubt. . .

But, Damn it was cold.

There was no time for gazing at the lights.

Michelle missed the city bus, and now she had to walk home. Which was located in the 'Badlands' part of Queens. Studying late at the library isn't something she would want to do in a while.

Mj had the slightest idea why her dad would move closer to danger. These parts were crawling with muggers and everything else.

Luckily she packed a taser. So if any creep wanted to try anything, she'd send 150 watts up their balls.

She didn't need no Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Guy.

She depended on herself, no-one else.

Parker wasn't an exception either.

Mj huffed and tightened her hold around herself. She slightly quickened her pace. The sooner she were indoors, the better. . . She can feel someone watching her.

As her pace quickened slightly, her thoughts were interrupted by a clattering in a nearby alley. Michelle crossed her arms so that her right arm was placed in her jacket pocket where her taser was hiding.

"Hey pretty lady." A gravelly voice greeted from the shadows.

Michelle stopped dead in her tracks.

Mj slyly reached for her taser that rested in her jacket pocket.

She were standing right in front of an alley; shit.

The street light didn't reach inside the alley; so it was dark. And she could hear his footsteps near. She stood still; she could've ran. . . Her curiosity got the best of her. . . She wanted to teach this punk a lesson.

She felt a hand grab her left arm; more tightly than she wanted. Michelle quickly withdrew the taser; flicked it on, and jabbed it at the creep's arm that was holding her. The man withdrew his hand, but Michelle still kept the taser there. The man screamed in agony.

"And don't ever touch me again asshole!" Mj screamed as the man collapsed on his knees onto the ground in front of Michelle's feet.

"Nice job, Miche--er, lady."

Michelle looked above to see The Spider-Guy crouched over on a streetlight. Mj smirked inwardly and applied more pressure before withdrawing her taser. The man still jittering under her.

"Thanks for doing my job for me," Spider-Man said, saluting.

Mj rolled her eyes; she placed the black taser back into her white leather jacket pocket.

"Plenty more of where that came from," She eyed him.

Spider-Guy looked exhausted. His shoulders were slumped; his whole body language read: 'I'm tired'. He held his hands up in surrender at her comment.

"You look horrible." Michelle bluntly stated.

She could hear him chuckle, it sounded oddly familiar. Too fimiliar. . .

Spider-Man jumped from the street light and landed in front of her.

"I'll be fine. . . I didn't feel like dealing with rapists tonight anyway."

Mj looked down to the still twitching man. Spider-Man began to web him up. Michelle watched the webbing as it came from his wrists.

Once he were done, Spider-Man pulled out a little sticky note; wrote something on it, and stuck it on the webbed up rapist.

Michelle quickly read the note,

'Caught another rapist for you.

-Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man.'

Michelle furrowed her brow; that handwriting looked fimiliar. . . She shrugged the notion off.

Afterwards; he dusted his hands off and placed them lazily on his hips.

"The cops should pick him up in a minute."

Mj's eyes wandered back to his wrists.

"Is that organic?"

Spider-Man looked at his wrists.

"Well, its--"

Sirens blared in the background.

Spider-Man saluted.

"Gotta go!" He thwiped a web and swung off.

"I'll explain later, If I see you again!" He said as he swung off.

His voice sounded so fimiliar. . .

Mj shrugged; stepped over the twitching rapist, and continued her journey home.

So much for a Monday night.

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