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. . .
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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.
I don't 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.
Tending To Those In Need
Chapter Seven: Another Mans Treasure
~Peter~
Sunday
—xxxx—
Peter felt completely energized. He didn't even know he could feel like this, especially given the circumstances of last week. Peter grumbled at the thought of all of his 'luck' during the past few days. . . He wasn't sure he could call it luck. But, nonetheless; Peter felt happy.
Mj has changed all of it. She's made Peter smile more times than he could count tonight. Peter had to thank Tony for his 'dating' advice. . . Even though Peter was quite angry with Tony for causing Karen to malfunction, but Tony has almost made it up to Peter. As Peter waited for the city bus, he thought about the advice Tony had given him.
~Flashback~
Peter waited on Tony to answer, he had no idea what he had just done. What was he thinking? Asking Mj on a date like that! Peter paced his room floor, hearing the phone ring three times before Tony picked up.
"Yeah, Underoos?" Tony sounded uninterested as always.
"Yeah, hey Tony I- uh I need some advice."
Peter could hear Tony tinkering with something in the background.
"Listen kid, if you're talking about the birds and the bees, then you've got your Aunt for that— hey where is your Aunt? Could I speak to her? I know I've told you this before kid, but your Aunt is—"
"Gah! No, Mr. Stark! No more talking about my Aunt!" Peter interrupted, flustered.
"I need dating advice. See, I asked this girl out and I don't think she's interested yet, and I really like her. . . But I've kinda already asked her out without thinking about if she'll reject me or not—"
"Ah- kid, see that's where you're wrong. You should know if she'll reject you or not." Tony said, hammering something.
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is, you should be confident, don't worry too much. That's where you go wrong."
"Well how do I not think then?"
"Listen, I don't mean go in guns blazing. I mean just play it cool, make small talk. Don't forget physical contact."
Peter's cheeks felt warm.
"What kind of physical contact? Like hold her hands or hug. . . Do I kiss her?"
Tony laughed on the other end.
"Of course you kiss her! It's not a date if you don't kiss."
"Alright, So all I have to do is: Don't think, play it cool, make small talk, make physical contact, and kiss her." Peter said, noting all of the steps in his head.
"Exactly, oh and this is one crucial thing that you must have to have a successful date."
"Yeah, and what's that?
"Be a billionaire."
Peter was dumbfounded, was he joking? It didn't sound like it. There was a minute of silence, with a sound of metal cutting.
Tony laughed at Peter's silence.
"I'm kidding. You got this, Peter."
Tony ended the call.
~Flashback End~
The hiss of the bus doors opening brought Peter back to reality, He stepped off the bus and walked into a dark corner by his apartment, he was sure Aunt May was sleep. He scaled his apartments wall, careful not to be seen. Peter carefully opened his closed window, and climbed into his room quietly. Careful not to make loud sounds while closing his window, Peter stripped into nothing but his boxers and collapsed onto his bed.
—xxxx—
Peter grumbled as he watched the news, Aunt May studying his face carefully. They were still looking for him. Peter dug into his eggs and ate them, his eyes never leaving the television.
"Peter," Calls May's voice "Peter."
Peter's eyes glance at May's briefly.
"Oh, sorry May. ."
May looked at Peter's eyes shift to the News, and his food. She understood what was bothering him.
She sighed sadly.
"Look, Champ.. I know it is hard to deal with guilt. But you can't make it better just by sitting here feeling sorry for yourself."
Peter looked up at her.
"Peter I understand it was a accident. I know you will never hurt anyone purposely. But now, you gotta understand it was an accident."
Peter smiled halfheartedly. He nodded, sometimes May was surprisingly wise and observant.
"Now, tell me about you and Mj last night." May said, a smirk playing on her lips.
Peter immediately got flustered.
"Oh! Um.. well I took her to the place where Ben used to take us all the time."
Peter said, eating a mouthful of eggs, his eyes showing he was hiding more.
"Mhm, and?" Aunt May asked.
"And? Oh yes, and I walked her home." Peter said, getting up to fix him some more food.
May cocked a brow.
Peter sighed, defeated.
"Ok! I kinda kissed her—" he said quietly.
Aunt May's face grew a large grin. Peter interrupted her before she got the wrong idea. He hurriedly sat down, placed his plate in front of him. Holding his hands out to calm his Aunt.
"Only! Only, on the cheek May." Peter said smiling, he was sure his face was red. Peter couldn't get her out of his mind. Her scent it was intoxicating, the faint smell of soap lingering, with the light coat of perfume that fitted her perfectly. The ways her curls tickled his face, Peter could've sworn he licked her cheek. Or maybe his mind was playing tricks on him. Nonetheless; Peter wished he had aimed for her lips. Would she kiss back? Peter was sure she would kill him if he had kissed her lips. Or tased him his balls. . .
Peter finished up his breakfast before going to get dressed to head over to Ned's house.
Peter worn the usual; jeans with a nerdy shirt that always had a catchphrase on it.
He called out to May to tell her where he was going, before heading out into the cold wonderland, which was Queens.
—xxxx—
As Peter crossed the street, walking in a hurried pace to get out of the cold, his phone vibrated in his pocket.
Peter pulled out his phone and looked at the caller ID.
Ned.
"Hello? Peter! Dude hurry over!" Ned said frantically over the phone. Peter's eyebrows instantly knitted together.
"Yeah Ned, why?" Peter asked, he was getting nervous just from hearing his best friend panic.
"Just hurry!" Peter hung up the phone quickly before powering into a nearby alley.
Peter instantly stopped at the wall that was blocking him from going further. He pulled his backpack full of Legos from his shoulders, reaching for the familiar fabric.
"Crap," Peter mumbled as he quickly realized that he didn't have a suit.
Peter made a split decision, he ran up the wall, and pounced on the roof. He quickly started to run towards the buildings edge, before jumping towards the other building, keeping his momentum up, he jumped down the fire escape, and landed gracefully on his feet in another alleyway.
Peter walked onto the sidewalk, trying desperately to catch his breath, and turned sharply into the nearby park. He dodged swings, and vaulted over the jungle gym and continued to power towards Ned's house.
—xxxx—
Peter knocked on Ned's door ferociously, hoping he was alright. Peter noted that Ned's mom was gone due to the lack of a minivan in his driveway, Peter made the ballsy move to kick his friend's locked door in.
As Peter walked in, he heard a loud groan come from Ned's room.
"Ned?" Peter clenched his fists, ready to punch whatever the hell is in his best friends house.
"Pete?"Ned called out from his room.
"Ned?" Peter yelled in a whispered voice, climbing gracefully but quietly up the stairs.
Peter's hand was clenched painfully, his breathing quieted as he approached Ned's room that was at the end of the hall. The rooms door was cracked slightly, allowing the light of Ned's lamp to partially illuminate the hall. Peter barged into the room, instantly getting into a fighting stance.
Ned sat in the middle of his floor, on his knees instantly dropping the remaining Lego pieces he held in his hands. Peter just stared at Ned with odd relief and a twinge of anger.
"Pete! Look at this!" Ned gestured to his broken Death Star at his lap.
Peter unclenched his fists with a sigh of relief.
"Jesus Ned." Peter slumped his shoulders, walking to Ned and his broken toy. Peter racked a hand through his hair.
"What happened?" Peter started to help pick up the pieces.
"I was trying to fit Luke into the X-Wing while trying to encrypt the password to the warehouse where the incident happened." Ned said the last part quietly, but nonetheless Peter heard regardless.
"Yeah, and?" Peter tried to ignore it. The guilt. . . God, it was eating away at him.
"I did, briefly. Then I noticed this voice of the other end, it was telling the thugs what to do before you showed up."
Peter froze. That was it. The big boss behind all of this. . . Peter dropped the armful of Legos and grabbed Ned's shoulders, causing Ned to go wide-eyed, and stop rambling about his toys.
"Ned! That's the guy behind all of the stolen tech fiasco!"
Ned smiled and they both simultaneously ran towards Ned's laptop.
"Can you hack back into it?" Peter asked, his eyes focused on the computer screen. Ned started to type once again.
"I can try, but we can only listen to a little bit of it. You showed up fast that night." Ned said, pulling up the video.
Peter nodded, he had a little hunch of who to talk to if he's right about this.
"And. . . now." Ned said, clicking his mouse and cutting the volume up. The voice was shrouded by static.
"Ned, adjust the sound frequency until I say stop." Peter said, Ned nodded and turned a few nobs on the contraption they built. Ned twisted the nob carefully left and right. Peter could make out the voice somewhat clearly.
"Now." Peter said, listening to the voice intently. It was deep, and commanding.
["When you're done, report back to me. We're gonna have to sell these weapons tonight. The buyer is not happy about this Spider-Freak messing up his deals. . . Make sure to contact Mac—" ]
The voice stopped talking, and the video showed Peter taking down one of the goons.
"Alright Pete, what's the plan?" Ned said, cracking his knuckles. Peter looked at the screen, deep into thought. Who was this 'buyer' that they were talking about?
"Well before we can do anything else, we have to find this buyer." Peter racked his hands through his hair.
"But I need a suit." Peter said, huffing loudly.
"Wait," Ned interjected. A knowing smile appeared on his face. "Toomes. Toomes should know! He's the one who started all of this, right?"
Peter nodded. "But he can't be the buyer, he's locked up." Peter crossed his arms.
Ned shook his head. "No, I'm not saying he's the buyer. But he should know the buyer."
Peter eyes widened in realization.
"I guess we're gonna have to visit Toomes."
—xxxx—
Peter placed Ned's front door back into place and wiggled it a few times, giving Ned a thumbs up before leaving. As he walked down the street, his phone vibrated twice into his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the text message from Mj.
'Hey dork, you busy?'
Peter texted back quickly.
'Nah, just came back from Ned's house tho.'
The three bubbles were at the bottom of his screen.
'Do you wanna go to this stupid thing with me?'
Peter's eyebrows quirked up.
'What stupid thing?'
'Stupid Art Galla. You don't have to come if you don't want.'
He didn't hesitate to respond. Making sure to be careful of his surroundings.
'No! I'll be there what time?'
There wasn't even a long pause after he sent the message.
'Wow really? And it'll be at 9:30.'
Then a strand of messages followed.
'In the Queens Museum Of Arts.'
'Of course it is why would I even mention it'
'Only if you didn't notice. .'
'I'll see you then I guess.'
'Bye.'
Peter smiled, she was obliviously adorable sometimes.
He made his way to his apartment, instantly ducking into his room to get dressed.
—xxxx—
"And she's having this Art thingy?" May asked, her eyes on the road but also directing her gaze at Peter briefly.
"Ah Yeah. But I could've walked Aunt May." Peter murmured modestly.
"Not in this cold, it's getting really late out too," May began. Peter's eyes grew wide and curious.
"But I've been out later than this," Peter pointed out as May pulled to a stop. "And I can handle myself."
"I know Champ, but that's the thing. . . I don't want you handling yourself anymore."
Peter's eyes grew unbelievably wide.
"What? May! You can't do this I've found a lead on this weapons dealer!"
She grabbed the wheel and turned towards Peter.
"Look Peter, I'm sorry to be the party pooper in this, but it's not safe for you." May adjusted her glasses and looked away from her nephew.
"I'm trying to look out for you. The police are really considering using lethal weaponry on you." May ran her hands through her hair.
"I'm just saying, lay low for a while. Maybe a year or so until we know for sure that everything is alright."
Peter nodded, a heavy sigh following it. How was he supposed to do that exactly?
"Alright May," He was cut short.
"Promise." May said, looking at him seriously. His bottom lip quivering, his throat clogged with a protest. But he knew he wouldn't win this. . . May was right.
"Promise." Peter said, unbuckleing his seatbelt.
"Have a good time!" May yelled to Peter as he closed the car door. He gave her a halfhearted thumbs up and walked off.
"God, what am I going to do with him?" May asked herself before driving off.
—xxxx—
DONT HURT ME! I'm sorry for the half month long wait, but it was a lot on my plate with: Finals, Relationships, Avengers Infinity War, Dealing with the aftermath of Infinity War, Writing future chapters with this story and making sure the plot comes together nicely, Making major adjustments to make this story cannon in the MCU but also having to make these things happen BEFORE the events of Infinity War, Reread these chapters to make sure that everything is spelled correctly and everything is flowing good, and last but not least. . . Sleeping. Plus my phone was having trouble loading this chapter, and all of my plans for this chapter was destroyed. So I had to work off pure brain power, and coffee to keep me going with this. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and go check out Infinity War, definitely worth the 10 years. I'll be updating this story way more often come summer break, and expect a full animated movie of this on YouTube when this story is completed, I really would prefer the voices of Tom Holland, Zendaya, and the rest of Spider-Man Homecomings' cast for it. I'll see what I can do. If not, that'll just be a dream project. Remember, tell me if it's worth continuing, and if you would like to see an animated movie of this book come to life in the future. (Love the support keep it up, it drives me!)
-TheAuthorWhoWrote