I put on my fixed costume, which had been restored to its former glory by the Brotherhood, packed a bag with some of my new clothes in it, and snuck my way back into the crime scene of the third biggest building in New York (after OsCorp HQ and The Empire State, of course) bursting into flames and the building that happened to fall apart next to it and throw around the wreckage until I found my phone. After about two hours I found it and... a cracked screen. Great. I went to see if any of my favorite youtubers posted anything while I was gone and... phone is dead... don't know what I was expecting. I heard cops starting to come around the building before I webbed away and started to make my way back to my apartment. Before I did I stopped on top of a building and proceeded to put on some jeans, a random t shirt, a black hoodie, and some sneakers on over my costume before putting my mask and gloves in my pockets. Afterwards I jumped back down and proceeded to walk into the building through the front door. Yup. Back in the shitshow I know and love. I walked up the fucking three flights of stairs that you'd think wouldn't be hell after climbing them for five years and also becoming a radioactive bug man which somehow resulted in receiving the cardio of a cheetah on CrossFit, but here we are. I opened /////the door and-
"HOLY FUCK!" I shouted once I saw Mary Jane Watson sitting in my room.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!"
"Then why the fuck did you break into my apartment!?"
"I didn't break in, your landlady let me in!"
"That still doesn't help!" I shouted before taking a deep breath. "Okay, now can you tell me what the fuck you're doing in my apartment?"
"I... what happened to your face?"
"Answer the question!"
"Alright, fine, I... just wanted to check on you." Mary Jane said.
"...Huh?"
"Look, don't get the wrong idea or anything, but it's just that you weren't in school yesterday and I... just wanted to make sure you were okay. You kind of disappeared on me when we went out to dinner the other night and I haven't seen you in school for the past two days. I wanted to make sure you weren't... ummm-"
"Suicidal?"
"I was thinking more falling apart at the seems... You aren't suicidal are you?"
"No! Look it's just my first heartbreak, it's not the end of the world or anything."
"Alright, I was just making sure since you brought it up!"
"Well, thanks for pretending to care or whatever but I'm fine." I said walking over to plug my phone into my charger.
"I'm not pretending. I actually do care." Mary Jane said before muttering something.
"What was that?"
"I didn't say anything."
"It sounded like you said 'unlike some people'." I said.
"Sorry, I was just thinking about a fight I had earlier at school today... Is that a bass?" Mary Jane asked changing the subject. For some reason I started blushing in embarrassment. Probably because I was awaiting the stupid question of "do you play?" and "can you play me a song~? Pretty please~?".
"Uh, Yeah, it is." I said scratching the back of my head.
"Can I play it?"
"No, dumbass I just got it because it- wait, what?" I said starting to answer the question I thought she was about to ask.
"What was that?" Mary Jane asked with an offended look on her face.
"Uh, Nothing. Knock yourself out I guess." I said now embarrassed. Her face contorted into a smirk before walking over and putting the bass strap over her shoulder and turning on the amp. She started playing the bass line to a song I had heard somewhere before. "You can play?"
"No, dumbass, I'm just making it up as I go." She said with a smirk.
"Ha Ha, very funny."
"Relax, Tiger, I'm just messing around." She said with a giggle. She kept playing the bass line and the cogs in my head slowly shifted until I figured it out.
"Misery Business?"
"Really? You listen to Paramore? I'm surprised." Mary Jane said with a smile.
"Don't get the wrong idea, I really stay outta anything made after 1994, but Gwen made me listen to her play the drums to that song a couple times." I said.
"Oh." Mary //////Jane said.
"...Did something happen with Gwen that I should know about?... about me?... That I should be scared about?"
"Just... I don't think you should talk to her anytime soon, or take anything she says to heart. She's... I don't know, having a tough time with the fight I guess?"
"The one she started?"
"Yeah, I know. That's why I think maybe not talking to her for a little bit might not be a bad thing." She said. There was an awkward silence before Mary Jane looked at me. "Hey, can you do me a favor?"
"What?"
"Play a song for me? I assume you can play, right?"
"Frickin' smartass." I muttered grabbing the bass from her.
"Frickin'?" Mary Jane asked giggling. "Ran out of f bombs?"
"Fuck you." I said before starting to play The Blitzkrieg Bop, because you can't live in New York and not know who The Ramones are.
"Sorry, I didn't mean play me a song that exists." Mary Jane said. "Can you just make up something? Something kinda mellow I guess?"
"I don't do mellow."
"Can you try? Hold on." She said before pulling out her phone and pulling up a video. It was poor quality but I could hear a guitar being played. "Something that went along with this? Please?" I sighed and started playing something I came up with and making it up on the fly. Then I got fucking shook when Mary Jane started singing. "I'll send you my love... on a wire... lift you up... every time, everyone... ooh ohh, pulls away, ooh ooh, from you." I stopped playing and stared at her. "That bad, huh?" She asked laughing nervously.
"N-no, you're... you sounded amazing." I said.
"Stop messing with me."
"No, I'm serious! You're like the second best female singer I've ever heard."
"Who's the first?"
"Dazzler."
"Never heard of her."
"She's this real indie girl that's been playing for about 2 years now. She was in a band called The Dazzlers that actually played shows but she got kicked out for some reason and they released an album replacing her on vocals. About a month later she put out her own version of the album where she played everything and became a bigger hit than the rest of them but it's not really saying much. I think she's got like 4,000 followers on Instagram but she doesn't do live shows because she has no one to play with. She mostly plays acoustic versions of her songs on Instagram live. I think her favorite song of mine is called 'Why Do You Hate Me?'."
"I'll have to give it a listen some time."
"Anyways, Did you write that song?"
"Yeah I did actually. I just couldn't think of a bass line to go with it though so you really helped me out. Thanks." She said.
"Please, I'm not some sort of Mozart or whatever."
"I didn't say you were. Give a guy a mild compliment and his ego grows four times over." She said with a smirk.
"Oh fuck you."
"You're kinda cute when you're mad." She said. Immediately after she said it she looked like she realized what she just said and turned red like her hair. It also caught me off guard. "Well, uh- I'm glad you're okay and everything! I guess I should get outta your hair then!" She said getting up and nervously laughing.
"Wait, so does that mean you think I'm cute in general since I'm almost always m-"
"Look, Tiger, I really gotta bounce! Like I said I'm glad everything is okay and all but-" She said before stopping in her tracks when she noticed the way I was looking at her. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
"I never thought I'd see the day the cool girl in school Mary Jane Watson would get all flustered." I said. "You're pretty cute when you're like this." I added before I realized what I just said. We then stared at each other for a few seconds. "So uh, I think you should go."
"Yeah, totally." She agreed before walking towards the door. She was about to leave before I stopped her once more. "Hey, MJ." She looked back at me.
"Yeah?"
"You think I could... get your number?"
"...Yeah, okay."