Helloooooo,
The beginning of this chapter was a bit difficult for me to write, with all the action and stuff, it would have been easier in French but eh! If you feel like it's a little wonky I suggest watching the movie again, they do a much better job than me LOL xD
And then one of my favorite scene of the movie finally ahhhhhhh
Hope you enjoy this, see you at the end! :D

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The next few minutes are an absolute blur. Lightning and deep rumble and harsh cold wind hitting her face. Fear gripping her heart and people screaming in terror. Mr Harrington goes downstairs to ask the driver if it's safe to stay up there or not – pretty 'duh' moment if you ask her, even for him – and when he comes back and tells them the bus driver is gone, MJ's mind goes completely blank. She instinctively reaches for her backpack down by her feet, not paying a lot of attention to what Mr Harrington and Mr Dell are currently arguing about.

She can barely think straight as her hair is flying across her face, whipping her cheeks and her neck. She is lost and scared, and it petrifies her. It absolutely sucks. Then Mr Dell's voice brings her back to the harsh reality. "Oh, the witches are back!"

And he's definitely not very smart for a man of science teaching Physics at one of the finest high school of NY, but he's right. MJ knows that it's no witches at all though, she knows exactly what it actually is. She's always thought that understanding how something works always made it less scary, like knowing that the raptors in Jurassic Park 1 were actually guys in costumes. Makes it a lot less terrifying, especially as a kid. But apparently this doesn't work with drone armies trying to kill you and destroy half of Europe.

She doesn't let herself over-analyze everything. Three giant water tornadoes erupt around the bridge and Mr Harrington yells to get off the bus, and so that's what she does. She follows Ned and Betty and the others, and she's the last one to step off the double-Decker. She stumbles for a few steps, and out of nowhere lightning strikes and then the bus is hauled off the road and into the air, and in seconds it's exploding and MJ's heart jumps so hard in her chest she's pretty sure it's gonna stay stuck in her throat for the rest of her life – doesn't look like the rest of her life is going to be very long anyway.

In the terror and confusion she grabs Ned's arm and just runs. They sprint in between cars behind the rest of the class, everyone is screaming and rushing away from the bridge that seems to be the epicenter of the storm/monster/drone attack. They reach a flight of stairs and Mr Harrington doesn't hesitate. They go down and make their way towards what MJ recognizes as the tower of London. They run for another ten seconds and then for some reason they all stop and look back towards the bridge.

The monster is a hundred times bigger than the previous ones. It's seemingly made of rocks and fire and water and dark smoke, like Mr Dell stupidly points out. "Earth, wind, fire, water, oh no, they've joined forces like the Power Rangers!" And then he's arguing again with Mr Harrington, and then Brad exclaims out of nowhere:

"Hey look, it's Mysterio, he's gonna save us!"

And that's when it strikes her. Weird how the attack started exactly where they were on the bridge. How their bus was the first target. "Wait, if Mysterio knows we know…" her voice trails off, and she meets Ned's terrified gaze.

"Then we're in danger."

"Yeah, and so are they," she says, nodding to their classmates who are cheering for Mysterio. "We should go." So Betty, Ned and her start running again, leaving the others behind. They follow other people who are fleeing from the scene, and then the screams change and MJ slows down enough to look back towards the Tower Bridge. She notices from the side of her eye that Flash followed them – still live-streaming everything, this one's going to be a hit –, but most of all that the illusion of the monster broke off and that the drones are now visible. She feels her heart clench in her chest with something akin to hope.

Please, let it be thanks to Peter.

She's too far from the bridge, and there are too many drones, to try and spot him anywhere, but she allows herself to hope. Then she tears her eyes off the bridge and looks up front again, just in time to watch as a small airplane lands on the large esplanade before them. "What the –" They don't stop though, because stopping would probably be suicidal right now.

They've almost reached the thing when a man with gray hair and a goatee almost runs into them, and for some reason, Ned seems to know him. "Happy!" he exclaims, and the four of them stop in front of the guy.

"I gotta get you guys out of here," the man – Happy? Is that his name? – says hastily, pointing to the airplane behind him.

"Who are you?" MJ retorts, lost.

"I work with Spider-Man okay? You gotta get on that jet."

MJ's heart bungee jumps inside her chest. I work with Spider-Man. Peter is around here somewhere. He's here, fighting Mysterio. He's back. Next to her, Flash lowers his phone, eyes as wide as she's ever seen them, and squeals: "You work for Spider-Man?"

"I work with Spider-Man," the man retorts, clearly annoyed, "not for Spider-Man." But then a couple of drones fire at the jet and the thing explodes – what is it with bad guys and explosion, jeez – and they start running again. "New plan, into the tower!" And then as they run, he reaches for his ear and says something else. "Yeah we're okay, just go get Beck!"

For a split second MJ is lost, not sure to understand why he said that, and then it strikes her: he's probably talking to Peter. Her eyes feel like they're burning, and for a quick moment she thinks she's about to burst into tears, but luckily she doesn't. She keeps running for her life, pretty sure now that Mysterio is after them because he knows they know. And she's not going to let him get her before she sees Peter again. No. Freaking. Way. She's not done with him.

They get inside the Crown Jewels exhibition and the drone following them is at their heels. Happy screams at them to get inside the vault which is, MJ knows, one of the most secured room of the world, and they're almost there, and then the drone starts shooting. Time goes by in a blur after that, a mix of glass shattering and deafening sounds all around her, and then Happy screams "Take cover!" and so she does. She hides behind a column, and then the shooting stops and silence arises, overwhelming as hell, and she holds her breath, terrified. This is a nightmare.

But it's not. It's all real. And she's not going to stand there and wait for the drone to find them. Because it will, because it's what Mysterio wants, and because she's not in some stupid movie being the stupid hero's love interest waiting for him to save her. This is not who she is. This is not who she wants to be.

There's a mace in front of her, held by one of those decorative armor guy or whatever. Leave the specifics for another time. She can do this. She meets Happy's gaze and he puts his finger on his lips, begging her to keep quiet. But this is not going to work. The drone's eventually gonna find them and kill them. And that's not the last item on her to-do list at all. "I got this," she mouths, and Happy shakes his head vehemently at her, but she ignores him. She grabs the weapon with two hands and takes it off the armor's grip. It's a lot heavier than she thought but she manages to prevent it from hitting the ground. Close one though. She takes another deep breath. Now what?

She meets Ned's gaze on the other side of the room and he silently answers her question. He and Betty use a spear to bring down another armor as a diversion. The drone immediately starts shooting at the thing and MJ jumps out of her hiding spot, hitting it with her mace as hard as she can. "GO!" she yells, and they all scramble towards the vault's door at the far end of the room. The drone is still shooting but none of them gets hurt and they all make it safely inside the vault. Happy and Flash close the huge doors and for half a second they think they're safe.

"I'm here, I'm here!" Happy says, pressing his earpiece again, and MJ takes a shaky breath. "I bought us some time… but not much." The drone must be equipped with a laser or something because it's starting to drill through the doors.

Alright, MJ thinks. She's done her part. Now it's Peter's turn. Just kick the bad guy's ass and be done with it already. Not like she can do much from here anyway. She trusts Peter. She absolutely does. She's still gripping her mace, her hands sweaty and shaky on its shaft. The drone is cutting through the metal doors like they're made of butter, and slowly, surely, her confidence wavers. Her eyes sting and her heart is pounding against her ribs.

"Are we gonna die?" Ned stammers, and she can feel him trembling next to her.

"Nobody dies on my watch," Happy retorts, but at the same moment the whole room vibrates, like something really strong just hits the doors.

"I wasted my life playing video games and we're gonna die," Ned whimpers.

Then it's Betty's time to say her last words. Apparently that's a thing. It makes sense to MJ, although she feels very annoyed at herself and everyone else for it. "I have a fake ID, and I've never even used it." Another hit, the doors are barely holding anymore.

Flash's turn. He's surprisingly self-aware for the first time ever. "I post stupid videos daily for people to like me," he cries out, and MJ makes a face. True dat.

"Hey," Happy cuts him, "if it weren't for those stupid videos, Spider-Man would've never found you."

"Spider-Man– Spider-Man follows me?" the idiot repeats, clearly over the moon, "I saved us guys!"

And that's too much for MJ. "If you saved us then why are we about to die?!" she snaps at him, and then everyone is yelling at her, and she barely hears anything because of another blow on the doors, and she's pretty sure now that the next one is going to be the last. "I'm sorry, okay? It's just, I'm obsessed with telling the truth even if it hurts other people's feelings." Except for that one time where she lied and probably did end up hurting someone's feelings. She can't believe she's not gonna be able to rectify any of this. BOOM. Guess she was wrong, that hit wasn't the last one.

"I'm in love with Spider-Man's aunt." There's a floating moment of silence as they all stare in disbelief at Happy. The man looks at them, raising his hands in front of him, and mumbles: "We're sharing right?"

MJ can't help herself. Who wouldn't be in love with May, to be honest? The doors are holding longer than she would have given them credit for. That's not very reassuring though. They're still about to die. Two more hits. Then a large portion of the doors falls to the ground with a deafening bang, revealing four drones about to riddle them with bullets. MJ cowers next to Ned, a single tear running down her left cheek. This is it.

Except it's not. The drones stop, and then they're not moving at all for so long that it becomes very confusing. Then she meets Happy's eyes and somehow she knows. Peter's back there. He's fighting Mysterio. Somehow he did something that stopped the drones. Happy seems to have reached the same conclusion. As the others start babbling, wondering what the hell just happened and why they're not dead, the man walks to her and reaches inside the pocket of his jacket.

"Here," he says. She holds one of her hand out, the other still holding her mace, and he drops something light in it. "He told me to give you this."

She doesn't have to ask who did. She looks down, and has to blink tears away as she realizes what it is. It's a necklace. And it's broken in a few places, but she recognizes it nonetheless. It's a black Dahlia necklace. She could cry right about now, but she doesn't. She slightly nods to Happy and slides the necklace in the back pocket of her jeans. She just wants to be with him, hold him in her arms and make sure he's safe. Which is dumb, because he's the one with the super-powers who's already saved the world once before, and is probably doing it again. But that's still how she feels at that very moment. Doesn't matter if she's just a normal girl with a mace and he's the super-hero.

And that's when the drones leave. They fly away and out of the room like nothing, and she lets out a shaky breath. They slowly walk out of the vault after a good thirty seconds of hesitation, and then there's nothing else in her mind but one name.

Peter.

She runs. The mace is heavy in her right hand, her heart is beating furiously in her chest and her legs feel weak and like they're made of gummy bears or something, but she doesn't care. She gets out of the Crown Jewels exhibition, winces as the daylight hits her, and runs. Across the plaza, down the stairs, under the bridge, along the waterside, up the stairs again. The Tower Bridge looks like a battlefield. Is a battlefield. Cars overturned and burning, destroyed drones all over the place. She spots him before he does. She feels like her heart is about to burst with relief.

He's limping. He's hurt. He's alive.

He spots her and says her name, she drops her mace and runs to him without a second thought. She collides with him and wraps her arms around his shoulders with a shaky sigh, and he hugs her back instantly, and she thinks she could cry just now. She doesn't. "Are you okay?" she whispers, voice quivering.

"I'm okay," Peter nods breathlessly, "are you okay?" She says she is, and he asks about the others, of course he does, and it's actually insane how alive she feels right now, pressed against him, her face nestled against the side of his neck. She tells him everyone else is okay too, and he lets out a shaky sigh of relief, his whole body relaxing against hers. She can physically feel the relief washing over him, and it makes her heart do funny things inside her chest. "What happened?" he asks her quietly, and oh how much she missed that stupid altruistic boy.

"Th-there was just the drones, and they were following us, and th-th-then they just stopped," she stammers, "was that you?"

"Yeah," he nods, and they finally break their embrace to look at each other. She suddenly feels very cold and lost without him against her, but she ignores the pesky, disorientating feeling, focusing instead on what seems urgent at that very moment.

"Did you get him?"

There is dry blood under his nose, a bruise on his left cheek, a cut on his right one, and his lower lip is split. But his eyes are the ones that really show how much all this hurt him. He nods quietly, and she's pretty sure she would have felt his pain from miles away. "Yeah."

It's a relief, the bad guy has been dealt with, but obviously Peter hasn't been left unscathed. She couldn't help him then, but maybe she can now. "Well I um, brought that," she says lightly, pointing to the abandoned mace on the road, "in case you needed some help." She lets out a nervous laugh and he does too, before thanking her, of course, this idiot is just so nice and polite. But he's not looking at her anymore, and she can't stand watching him be this miserable. She has no idea what happened between Mysterio and him, but she is not going to let him be depressed over some stupid asshole. "Anyway, uh, there's this sweaty guy, in the tower with us, I think he like works for you or something…" her voice trails off as she takes the necklace out of her backpocket and shows it to him. "He um, he gave me this."

"Oh no," Peter says with a raspy voice, cupping her hands with his to take a look at the broken necklace. She looks up at him, watching his expression closely, and he looks disappointed and sad, and her heart is pounding almost painfully in her chest as he starts rambling just like Peter Parker always does: "Oh MJ I'm so sorry I had this plan, this stupid plan, I wrote it all down and I was gonna buy you this and give it to you in Paris at the top –"

She's very grateful for the spontaneous side of herself at that very specific moment. She doesn't let him finish his rambling, she knows he would probably never stop anyway. She takes a step forward, closes her eyes, and presses her lips on his. And her heart is so far gone she's pretty sure she's in cardiac arrest, and her shoulders feel so light she's almost scared she's going to float away in the sky and never come back down. It only lasts for half a second before she backs up, lower lip trembling just a little, and Peter blinks and looks at her in awe with his big brown puppy eyes. She smiles sheepishly at him, the ghost of their kiss heavy and so freakingly amazing on her lips. She cannot believe she just did that. Or she cannot believe how long it took her to actually get there.

"And you kissed me…" he says, clearly astonished, and she lets out a small, nervous chuckle at that. "What-why…"

This is it. She looks down at the black Dahlia necklace he bought for her, taking a deep breath to help the words out of her mouth. "I don't really have much luck when it comes to getting close to people…" she starts, a hard lump forming in her throat as she speaks. She tries to swallow it away and fails. "So I lied. I wasn't just watching you 'cause I thought you were Spider-Man."

He's staring at her, and then he's letting out a breathy laugh and a 'That's great' that has her heart do multiple back flips in her chest. She smiles and he smiles timidly back, and she really wants to kiss him again suddenly but she thinks to herself she really ought to point something out before. "Black Dahlia like…"

"The murder, yeah," Peter says at the same time, and they smile at each other again before she looks down at the necklace, a little overwhelmed at how he's looking at her now. When she looks up he looks down, and she feels like they're back at the beginning of the trip where the both of them were peaking at each other all the time and poorly hiding it. Sometimes, being a teenager is so dumb. "I'm sorry it's broken," he tells her, nodding at the necklace.

"I actually like it better broken," she tells him with a soft smile.

He nods, and then: "I really like you."

She smiles again, looking down for a split second before meeting his sweet gaze again, and she says quietly, heart pounding happily in her chest: "I really like you too."

And they're smiling at each other, and somehow with these assertions they agree on kissing again, and their lips meet halfway for just a split second. They look at each other for another second, and MJ wonders if he's as happy as she feels right now. It's cliché, she feels dumb, but this feels so good and so right she doesn't care at all.

Then Peter takes a step closer and they kiss again, and this time it lasts long enough for her to notice his lips taste a little salty, and how soft and warm and amazing they feel against hers. Her hand instinctively goes up to the back of his neck, fiddling with his soft hair, and his gloved hand gently grabs her upper arm, and she feels like she's melting into his touch. It doesn't last nearly half as long as she wishes it did, but she figures maybe that's okay for now. She takes half a step back, and once again the ghost of his lips is still on hers as she smiles sheepishly at him. "Um, okay, I should um, I should probably get back to the class."

"I'll go and," he starts, then hesitates, "yeah, I don't know."

"Okay," she nods with a chuckle, because right, that's something he definitely needs to figure out. She walks a few steps backwards, then grabs the mace from the ground and says: "Just in case." The sweet smile he gives her might have become her new favorite. She starts walking, glancing one last time at him without even bothering to hide the huge smile on her lips. To hell with appearances. She just kissed Peter Parker. He said he likes her. They kissed, three times. Three separate times. Insane. She feels very dumb but she does it anyway, brushing her fingers across her lips where she can still feel his lips.

Holy crap this is unreal. She can't help the slight skip in her step, nor the stupid smile on her face as she makes her way back to her class. She manages to wipe her grin off before she gets there though, luckily. She also drops her faithful mace next to one of the entrances to the Tower of London, thinking it would probably look alarming to her teachers.

They're all standing at the same spot Mr Harrington and the others stopped to watch the fight – terrible sense of self-preservation if you ask her. Ned, Betty and Flash are there, too. Everyone looks okay. Mr Harrington and Mr Dell are taking calls to try and organize things. Her classmates all talking at the same time about the events, not even listening to each other. Apparently nobody realized she wasn't there before because they don't ask her anything. Except for Ned, who silently walks up to her and whispers:

"How is he?"

And she can't help it, and she hates herself for that, but she blushes. Hopefully Ned doesn't see it, otherwise this is bad. "He's um, he's fine, he's figuring out what to do to get back home."

"Oh, well that's a relief," Ned sighs, and he seems genuinely happy. Ned is a good friend. "You see, no need to worry, everything's fine. Told you how good he was."

She thinks back to their last kiss, how good it was indeed, and kicks herself mentally because now it feels like her ears are burning. She nods, clearing her throat and scratching her forehead to hide her face, but luckily Ned seems oblivious to everything. Then Betty walks to them and hugs her, and MJ stands there awkwardly, not really sure how to react. "MJ I'm so glad you're okay," she tells her, and she can hear in her voice that she's probably been crying, which she absolutely gets. She's pretty sure the second she's going to find herself alone, all the stress and fear and exhaustion will get the better of her. "Where did you run off to?"

Crap. "Oh, um, I uh, I had to make sure that uh –"

Luckily for her though, Mr Harrington comes to her rescue and asks for everyone's attention. "Alright, I've called the tour company, tonight's flight is canceled because of well, everything, but they've managed to book us another flight tomorrow morning. They've booked us rooms for the night as well so that's –" He's cut by the ringtone of his phone, so he excuses himself and answers it.

MJ turns to Ned as he fishes his own phone out of his pocket. "Hey, it's Peter!" he says, and she looks over his shoulder to read the text he's just received.

Got May to call Mr H. and tell him I'll be meeting with you guys later tonight.

Should be talking to her right about now. See you then GitC.

"GitC?" she asks, frowning, and Ned gives her a superior look as he answers Peter's text with an endless string of various excited emojis.

"Guy in the Chair, that's me, I'm his guy in the chair," he tells her pompously when he's done. "Don't worry, we'll get you a code name as well."

She purses her lips to hide her smirk, and that's when a text chimes in from her own phone. She gets it out of her backpack, remembering she still has some of Peter's clothes in it – she should have given them to him on the bridge, why didn't she think about that, or right, because she was too busy kissing the idiot – unlocks it and reads the text. She can't help a smile to waver on her lips as she does, and her brain to completely freeze on the stupidest detail ever.

Hey, it's Peter. I'll see you in a couple of hours, everything's good.

She has Peter Parker's cellphone number. She can text him. They're going to spend one more night in Europe and he's gonna be there. And he wants to see her. This is all good. All fine, amazing, not nerve-wracking at all. "Focus," she enjoins herself mentally, trying to think about a good answer. It takes her a lot longer than she'd ever admit.

Cool. I have some of your clothes in my backpack,

just in case you don't want to meet up in your suit ;)

Winky face or no winky face, she doesn't have the time to really ponder about it because she accidentally press sent like a freaking idiot, and then the next few minutes are excruciating, waiting for him to answer.

That'd be awesome yeah, thanks :)

How do we do this?

She smiles to the screen of her phone, thinking how practical this dork is, heart swelling in her chest for some reason. She can't believe this is actually happening. That's when Betty nudges her and she meets her curious gaze with surprise. "Who are you texting like this?" her friend asks her and this time as she blushes again, she knows that, unlike Ned, Betty actually notices it.

"I uh… um, Peter?" she hesitates, and Betty grins somehow triumphantly.

"Are you two finally a thing?" she says enthusiastically, and MJ wishes she'd be somewhere else entirely. She just vaguely shrugs and Betty lets out another pleased 'finally' that has MJ clench her teeth, very uncomfortable with the turn this conversation is taking. She doesn't need anyone to remind her how long she's been waiting for this to happen. She's very aware of it.

Her phone chimes again and she nods to it and distances herself from Betty to escape her annoying knowing look and read Peter's text in peace. This has been positively mortifying. Peter's new text is simple and goes straight to the chase, and it makes her heart do funny things in her chest again. She still can't believe this is happening for real.

There's a Starbucks not far from where you guys are,

Meet me behind it in ten minutes?

As always, thanks for reading, next chapter is the last one so be sure to comment on what your favorite part has been so far! :D