hysteria || Peter Parker (Spider-Man: Homecoming)

01

It was never like Michelle Jones to be obsessed with anyone.

No, it was only just her observant nature.

Maybe, with this one, she had taken it to a new level. Maybe to, like, the third story, rather than just keeping it on the ground floor. Like she should have.

It all started when that damn Parker decided he would break into that heavenly smile, his hand over his chest as he laughed, his wide, twinkling eyes gleaming at her and the sound of his laughter music to her ears. What a traitor.

Or maybe it was that time he had missed chemistry class that one time, and had gotten on his knees, his hands clamped together in front of him, gazing at Michelle with his irresistible puppy-dog eyes, pleading her to share her notes with him.

Definitely wasn't that time she had caught him off-guard, doing homework in the quad, the pure look of focus and maybe a little bit of confusion traced in his features, the tip of his tongue poking through his lips in concentration. She had sat in front of him then, and he had jumped in surprise, blushing deeply. She must admit – that boy was pretty cute.

Never had she ever thought that way before. Never had she ever thought she would think that way, especially now. And never had she ever thought she would think that way about Peter Parker.

Dorky, shy, precious, insanely smart Peter Parker.

She'd thought she be the sort of person to fall for a bad boy, or at least her definition of a bad boy, which usually consisted of staying up until nine o'clock at night. Maybe she just didn't have elevated expectations. Well, quite obviously, because she was crushing on Peter Parker.

"And-and then, they were like 'pew pew' and the space-ship just fell out of the sky, and it was, like, so cool and there was all this fire and explosions, and Mr Stark was just like-he was like, oh da-yum, and it was so funny, and-and yeah..." Peter rambled, his voice high-pitched from excitement, as he sat at the park bench in the middle of the quad. Michelle sat across from him, quirking a brow when he did his lame gun impressions. Whatta loser.

Or maybe she was a loser for liking this loser.

"Uh huh." Was all she said in reply, nodding her head once and returning her eyes – rather unwillingly – back to her book. Which, coincidently, was Of Human Bondage.

"No, no, y-you're not sharing my excitement! Okay, this is, like, the coolest thing to ever happen to me, and you should totally be happy for me." Peter sighed, leaning over the bench towards her, and levelling his eyes just above the rim of the book. She forced a smirk down and looked at him. His eyes glinted in triumph when she flattened her book down on the bench, bookmarking it.

"Okay, so what was so amazing about this stupid war you got to fight." Okay, so that may have been a bit harsh.

Something flashed onto Peter's expression, but only for a moment – then it was gone, before even very observant Michelle could tell what it was.

"Oh, well...it wasn't really a war if you think about it." Peter began, sitting back on his seat. "But, uh, I got to meet this part-god – little 'g' god, but a god all the same...well, half a little-g-god, anyway-" he took a deep breath, and Michelle held back a snicker, "he was pretty cool, and his name is Peter. So, I'm pretty sure we're best friends now."

"Oh, yeah, totally-" she began, rolling her eyes.

"And so," he glared at Michelle pointedly, and she grinned, "I also met this talking racoon, or trash panda, or something like that, and a talking tree. Well, not really a talking tree, because all he says is 'I am Groot'. But the racoon seems to know what he means. And there was also this blue and purple girl – apparently, she was made of machinery, don't really know why – and this really huge alien who never wore a shirt and laughed really loudly. Oh, and this other alien who had antennae and could tell your feelings just by touching you. And then a green alien lady, who's Thanos' daughter." Peter word-vomited. Michelle wasn't sure if he ever took a breath, until he got to the word 'Thanos' and then his breath hitched. MJ pretended not to notice it.