"Here, you can stay in this guest room," Tony Stark said, pushing open the bedroom door and leading MJ inside. He then turned to face the teen. "Or, unless, you'd rather stay in Peter's room? He'll probably be in the medbay for a while and-!"

  MJ held up a hand to cut off the billionaire. "And why would i rather stay in Peter's room?" She inquired innocently.

  Tony flushed a dark red. "I mean, are you guys not dating?" He spluttered.

  MJ shrugged, slipping her shoes off in the doorway. She flopped on the bed, her sore body sinking into the soft mattress. "No, not yet anyway," she said simply, causing the man to look on in concerned confusion. But he didn't question it, just told the teen that the kitchen was down the hall and that he'd be in the medbay with Peter if she needed anything.

  Once the door clicked shut, signaling Tony's exit, did MJ sit up on the bed. Her heart hadn't stopped racing ever since Peter had been injected with the antidote. Tony had explained to her that he could wake up at any time with his spidey-healing-metabolism related powers, and she didn't want to be asleep when he did. But then again, she didn't think she'd be able to sleep if she wanted to anyway. So much had happened that day that there was just too much to process.

  I mean, the Tony Stark had asked if i wanted to sleep in Peter's room!

  Peter's room..

  MJ glanced at the clock sitting on the nightstand. The digital letters read 11:21pm. Tony had already told her he'd be in the medbay, and anyone with an structured sleep schedule should already be asleep, if not in just their room.

  Could she? Yes.

  Should she? Maybe not.

  Would she? Oh, yeah definitely.

  MJ stood up and quietly made her way to the door. She opened it and creeped out into the hallway. All the lights were off, except the ones at the end of the hall illuminating the entrance to the kitchen. She started making her way towards the lights.

The kitchen was bigger than her entire apartment, fit with every applicant necessary. She could only imagine the kind of food they made in here. Like, mac and cheese or something.

But judging on the fact that Clint Barton lived in the vents, he probably didn't know how to make Mac and cheese, so that meant...

"Friday?" MJ addressed the ceiling awkwardly. "Are you here?"

"Yes, Ms. Jones, i am present everywhere in the Tower. What can i assist you with?" The A. I. replied, nearly startling the teen.

"Can you direct me to Peter's room. Please."

"Of course, Ms. Jones. First, exit the kitchen."

Friday guided MJ through the Tower, leading her down multiple corridors, through many different rooms and floors, until instructing her to take an elevator to one of the top floors. The elevator doors opened a few moments later to reveal an entire house within the 91st floor. There was a huge living room, with a flat screen TV taking up the entire wall, a kitchen just as big as the one on the guest floor, and from the looks of it, a library and office as well as the bedrooms. Did Peter really have his own floor?

"Go down the hallway and Mr. Parker's bedroom is the first one on the right, right across from Boss's."

Oh, i guess not.

Somehow, that was weirder.

  MJ followed Friday's instructions and opened the first door on the right side of the hallway. She entered the bedroom, and if she didn't already know Peter was Spider-Man, the wall decor was definitely enough to give it away.

  The walls were painted red and blue, with a white webbing design above the bed. There was a desk in the corner, covered in Spider-Man comic books and school work. A Spider-Man and Avengers LEGO set sat on top of a sleek black dresser, a poster of the Spider-Man logo hanging above it. A new Spider-Man suit hung from a clothing hanger in his open closet.

From what you can tell, Peter was really subtle about the whole being Spider-Man thing.

MJ frowned. She felt weird being in Peter's bedroom. Somehow, this wasn't what she was expecting, although it was definitely Peter's style. Lemme just throw up all my secrets on my bedroom walls, thanks. Heh, totally Peter Parker.

"I can feel you judging my choice of decor."

MJ whirled around to find a very tired, very pale Peter Parker standing in the open doorway. He had changed out of his tattered spidey suit and was wearing a fresh hospital gown with a blanket wrapped around him. His hair was sticking up in all directions and he had big bags under his eyes. He looked terrible, but anyone would after practically coming back from the dead.

"To be fair, i didn't pick it out. Mr. Stark had it designed before i even got here, so don't judge me too hard. I would've added more Star Wars stuff if i had it my way," Peter continued, shuffling into the room and shutting the door behind him. He took a seat on the bed, flopping down onto the mattress and sighing in contentment.

MJ grappled for something to say. She settled with, "Aren't you supposed to be in the medbay?"

Peter sighed again. "I really just wanted to sleep in my own bed."

"And Tony let you?"

"He's asleep, surprisingly."

MJ nodded and the room fell into an uncomfortable silence. MJ wasn't quite sure what to do with herself. She came to Peter's bedroom, but hadn't expected to meet Peter here too.

"MJ, what are you doing here? Did something happen to you too?" Peter asked suddenly.

MJ shook her head. "No, i just came back with you guys."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

And some more awkward silence.

"Why are you in my bedroom, then?"

MJ blanched. She knew it was coming and yet she still blanched. She kinda hated herself for it. "Because i wanted to see it," she said like it was the most casual thing in the world before quickly changing the subject. "You must really love Spider-Man, huh?

Peter rolled his eyes. "Hardy har har. Very funny, MJ."

MJ leaned back against Peter's desk, looking at Peter and asking in all seriousness, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Peter blinked tiredly. "That i was Spider-Man?"

"No, that your mom's favorite color was purple, yes, that you were Spider-Man!"

"Geez, sorry," Peter said, scooting back on the bed. "It's not like i go around telling everyone my deepest darkest secret."

"You told Ned!"

"No, i did not. He found out-."

"Same thing!"

"Not really."

MJ made a sound of exasperation. She was frustrated, perhaps a bit angry, that Peter hadn't told her and that she found out by saving his life. Was she not trustworthy enough? Were they not as close of friends as she thought?

  Peter sighed loudly, rubbing his tired eyes with his sweater paws. "MJ, can we please talk about this later? I'm so tired and i came in here to sleep, not fight."

  MJ pursed her lips together. "Fine," she said and straightened to leave.

  "Wait," Peter said, stopping the girl in her tracks. "I don't want you to go to bed mad at me."

  MJ crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, what do you expect? You turned out to be this crime-fighting superhero and i found out by saving your life! You scared me, Peter."

  Peter winced. "I know and I'm sorry. I'm sorry i scared you."

  "It's just...," MJ paused, debating whether or not she should continue. "It's just, i really care about you, Peter. It scared me thinking i was going to lose you."

  Peter nodded. "I get that. I really care about you too."

  "No, you don't get it!" MJ exclaimed. "I care about you so much because I'm falling in love with you!"

  The room fell into a suffocating silence. MJ could hear her heartbeat in her ears, feel it pouring against her ribs. She regretted the words as soon as they'd left her mouth, but there was nothing she could do about it now but hope Peter would return her feelings.

  Peter patted the space next to him, inviting MJ to sit. Feeling stiff, the teen accepted the invitation and took a seat.

  "I think I'm falling in love with you too."

  MJ blinked. Had she heard him correctly?

  "MJ?" Peter said, looking at her in concern.

  "Yeah?"

  "I said i love you too."

  "I know."

  "Okay, good. Can we sleep now? I don't think i can stay awake much longer, and I'd rather not clock out in the middle of this conversation."

  MJ giggled. "Yeah, let's sleep." And the teens laid back on the bed, holding each other close as they drifted to sleep.