the saga of is it a fic or are they headcanons continues. parts one, TWO (this one!), three, four, five.
michelle starts to get buddy buddy with ned and peter, ish.
starts to actually kind of like ned, even if he sometimes puts his foot in his
mouth sometimes. but they argue about the merits of comic books as a form of
literature and he teaches her some words in tagalog and she learns how to call
peter a son of a bitch so she’s pretty entertained.
the weird things just keep piling up with peter.
rushes off at random times, freezes whenever she asks him where he’s going,
shows up to school with cuts and bruises looking like he’s been fighting in an
underground boxing ring. she even saw him go into the chemistry lab the other
day at lunch time even though they both took chemistry last year and he’s
taking biology now.
just does really weird things sometimes and michelle can’t help but notice.
also can’t help but notice that spiderman is becoming more and more popular. people
sell t-shrits, masks, shot glasses, tote bags. everything, basically. and maybe
one day michelle might spend a little too much time looking at a t-shirt with a
picture of spiderman in all his toned, muscly glory. but she just shakes her
head and keeps moving.
gets curious about him, though. where did he come from? who is he? why is he
doing this? why did he sound oddly familiar in DC when he saved her friends?
then one day she’s walking home from school after academic decathlon and she
missed the bus which is totally her fault for staying later after practice to
chat with peter and ned about the upcoming weekend and how their plans to
construct a lego version of the starship enterprise were so utterly boring she
could barely stand to listen to them. (and weren’t people supposed to choose
star wars or star trek? was that not
a thing? not that she cares about
things peter likes. well, peter AND ned. anyway.)
turning a corner when she sees someone out of the corner of her eyes. there is
a man on the opposite side of the street walking several yards back from here. it
could be nothing. but she’s also been taught to always be on high alert. so she
grips her backpack to her body a bit tighter and walks a little faster down the
street, cursing herself for not taking the more populated albeit slightly
longer route home.
continues down the street when she notices the man cross the street so that he’s
on the same side of the road as she and at that point she just starts running. better
that he thinks she’s odd if he isn’t following her than be caught if he is
trying to catch her. she sprints down the street and turns another corner as
she looks back to check if the man is following her and then bam. she’s on the
ground, gripping the shoulder that practically crashed into a brick wall.
my goodness, are you okay?” she sighs and looks at the owner of the panicked
voice and she is left speechless. it’s…well, it’s spiderman.