Inside the lobby Mary Jane could pick up the faint wisp of floor polish, the attendants all smartly dressed and quite unusually paying attention. Letting go of her hand Peter indicated he was going to the bathroom. Smiling as she watched him disappear through the crowd a contaminant of the polish odour aroused her suspicion, and she set off in pursuit of its origin.
Peter stood in front of the mirror, running a freshly washed, rinsed but not dried hand through his scruffy hair. The eyes of his opposition were deep and un-compromising, the chance of giving in was laughable to him, happiness something he spat at. The person whom he addressed with pleading looks was himself, his reflection, one with more logic than Peter could preserve around her. His mirror image knew the risks of letting her in, knew how complicated things would become. He told Peter this, screamed at him for not protecting MJ from herself, she doesn't know any better, and she will die! Looking down into the sink his mind ran through the lack of anything left to think. Total blank, tumble weed bounced from ear to ear. The two sides now cancelled each other out. Previously his overwhelming desire to protect her had won out every time, but now she, tonight had, something's changed he stated in his foggy consciousness.
Stepping out into the lobby once more from behind the heavy burgundy door of the men's his eyes scanned the crowd for her vibrant red hair, and spotted it at the counter, her eyes rolling for some reason. Upon his approach through the people he heard the smartly dressed cashier asking for her phone number, and popcorn in mouth she was trying her best to not hurt his feelings. Peter didn't think, he acted on impulse.
"I can't leave you alone for a minute can I?" he smirked at her when he successfully waded to her. Darting a quick look at the guy behind the counter she flicked a piece of her snack at him, which bounced harmlessly from his cheek.
"Who said I wanted you to leave me alone?" She giggled playfully at him, and walked around him to the ticket inspector. Peter could effortlessly tell she was walking like that to drive him crazy, and to her credit it was crippling him with desire. Turning to see her waiting for him he spied the attractive blonde girl whom was going to allow them access to the seats, and she was paying special attention to Peter. Tickets in hand upon his approach the redhead saw the eye connection in its brief entirety and scowled slightly at the girl. Despite it being fun to watch Peter's envious antics when guys tried it on with her, this was the first time she had seen another female interested in little Peter Parker from next door. It wasn't enjoyable, and She realised that now she wasn't going to have him all to herself, the world was going to realise that it had over looked him and what a mistake it was.
Seconds after being let in and the blonde's job stole her attention from him Mary stopped and looked at him, and he knew why. He blushed slightly and her demeanour didn't falter.
"What?" If in doubt, he guessed, play dumb.
Another piece of popcorn was sent flying at him, and this time it connected right between the eyes; he blinked and then looked at her. She was cracking up, and he couldn't help but smile himself.
"That's it! Come here you!" he grinned and moved towards her. Anticipating she stepped back, and upon his continued approach she shrieked and took flight towards their seating area with him in hot pursuit.
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