AN: Spoilers for No Way Home! Canon compliant and in-character. Inspired by petermj songs. A story of rekindling. Please enjoy.

"All I knew this morning when I woke, Is I know something now, know something now I didn't before... I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now... 'Cause all I know is we said, "Hello," And your eyes look like coming home, All I know is a simple name, everything has changed" - Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran "Everything Has Changed (TV)

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Michelle Jones woke up with a name on her lips: Peter. In the haze of her dream, an image came back to her: laying on the rooftop of Midtown High, gazing into soft brown eyes, worrying about those same brown eyes while in London and New York City.

Her memory was sharp enough that she remembers those brown eyes. They belonged to the Peter Parker kid who awkwardly stopped by the diner the day before. She could connect the dots enough to understand that Peter Parker was somehow important to her.

But ever since about a week ago, she felt like so many of her recent memories were missing something. It didn't make sense that she and Ned hung out and helped Spiderman so much and cared about him before, and now she doesn't even know why. MJ also knew how amnesia worked and maybe even magic after researching the "blip" and everything since.

But she couldn't quite understand this.

That dream though, the image of what had to be Peter's eyes, gave her enough information to start investigating. Even though all she knew was his name, the sound of his voice, and his eyes (which she had to admit were downright gorgeous), everything had changed. His eyes felt like a home she'd been missing. Sure, she was a Spiderman fan, but that was only half of the story.

MJ spent the rest of the day contemplating these dreams (or were they memories?) she had of this Peter Parker kid. But even so, she was almost certain that this was the first time she met him. She'd never heard that name before. But some part of her knew his eyes. Her brain might not know, but her heart did.

Ugh, she thought, am I really THAT girl now? Jesus, that must've been why she unwillingly opened up to him like that. How did Peter even know her line about disappointment anyways?

Given that so many missing puzzle pieces involved Ned, she decided to ask him that morning at school.

"Does the name Peter Parker ring any bells for you, Ned?" She slid into the desk next to his, cocked an eyebrow, and slung an arm around her bent knee.

Ned twisted his head. "Uh, no, not that I know of. Why?"

MJ shrugged nonchalantly. "Just asking," she said. "There was a kid at the diner yesterday, and I feel like I should know him but I don't."

Ned offered to use his hacking skills to background check Peter. At first, MJ refused, but her curiosity won out.

"MJ, there's no record of him before this year. He doesn't even have a birth certificate," Ned told her, shocked.

Now, THIS was a mystery that MJ could solve. No way she'd ever admit to feeling romantically drawn to this kid. But someone whose existence began when he was 17? Yeah, that was interesting.

"Hm," MJ said, suddenly a little excited. "Well, I've always loved a good mystery, haven't I?"

"A little too much," Ned said with a sideways glance.

"Oh, come on, tell me this doesn't seem weird to you either. You have missing memories too, don't you?"

Ned began to nod.

...

MJ had a plan. Of course, it involved Peter Parker coming to the diner again today, but she had a feeling he would. She waited through her shift, for once having something other than Ned's company to make it bearable.

When he walked in, the same feeling of familiarity and comfort hit her. Her walls were gone, her guard was down, and she almost forgot about her question. Keyword, almost.

He ordered his coffee, and she pretended to fiddle with buttons as she asked, "Do I know you, Peter Parker?"

She glanced up just in time to see his eyes widen with panic, hope, and uncertainty. "Uh, I don't, I'm not," he tripped over his words.

"Sorry," she cut in, trying to save herself, "It's fine. Probably just a common name, like you said." She smiled awkwardly and gave him his coffee. All he could muster was a short "thank you," as he walked out the door.

Part of her wanted to ask him to come back and explain himself, and as much audacity as she had, it wasn't the time or place. The mystery surrounding him only deepened–a disarming guy with a sketchy past who obviously has something to hide and is not slick about it.

This kind of mystery required a long game.

As Peter Parker walked out, the feeling of familiarity hit her again. Almost as if she "scooby-dooed" someone's identity before.

If she did it once she could do it again. Even with those few pieces of information–his eyes, name, and voice–everything had changed. She was no longer just wondering about what was missing in her head and why. This time, there was a path forward.