An-Ned and MJ

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"Hey Peter, I brought a guest, can I come in?" Bruce said from outside the door. When he didn't hear a response he sighed and opened the door slowly. The room was dark, the curtains closed, no lights. Bruce sighed again and waved Ned in. They could both he Peter's curled form underneath several blankets.

"Go away Bruce," Peter muttered from under the blankets. His voice was clogged with tears, you could tell he'd been crying for a long time. Bruce sighed and pulled out Peter's chair from his desk and rolled it over to Ned.

"Can you tell me why you're crying?" He asked softly, sitting on the edge of Peter's bed. Peter moved closer to the wall and didn't answer.

"Is this about Tony?" Bruce asked softly, when Peter curled in on himself further. Bruce sighed and patted Peter's side gently.

"He just cares. He he's scared for you, he loves you Peter." Bruce said, Peter suddenly tore the blankets off and pointed a finger at Bruce.

"He loved the old me! Who could remember him! Who could walk! Who could do things without needing help! Who could-" Peter curled back under the blankets, "Who could love him back." He said softly. Bruce could feel the tears gathering in his eyes.

"Peter you've changed yes, but he never stopped loving you. And if he were here he'd tell you the same thing." Bruce said, he heard Peter sniffle and stay silent, he knew he'd won. He turned to Ned while getting off the bed.

"Just be gently with him. He's been having a hard time recently. If he remembers he'll zone out for a while." Burce said, Ned nodded slowly and turned back to Peter who had peeked his head above the covers.

"Don't get you hopes up on me remembering," Peter said, slowly pulling himself out of the sheets.

"I don't mind. I just wanted to see you." Ned said with a shrug. Peter rubbed his eyes with his knuckles. He wanted to be angry, and he wanted to pout, but this boy made him feel safe, and happy and excited about something he didn't know.

"Did Bruce tell you?" Peter asked hesitantly. He found himself wanting his approval, his happiness.

"Tell me what?" Ned said with a raised eyebrow. Peter responded by throwing back the covers, showing his amputated legs.

"They had to amputate them." He said quietly, Ned's eyes widened.

"But that's awesome! You get to make cool legs like you made Bucky's arm that one time! And you can like put cool stickers on them!" Ned exclaimed, Peter couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, I guess I can do that." He said, Ned seemed to make this situation easier to handle. Like he didn't have to have the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"So what do you want to do? I haven't gotten the hang of my wheelchair yet. And I can't really use my hands that well." Peter said nervously, Ned smiled encouragingly at him.

"Well, I wanted to bring you a few things you left at my house. We made this lego death star a while ago." Ned said sheepishly, Peter grinned.

"From StarWars! That was the first thing I watched when my memories started coming back!" Peter said excitedly, scooching over to Ned. He was starting to realise why he liked Ned, he was easy to talk to.

"Yeah! Bruce said you made everyone watch the one when it came out!" Ned exclaimed, Peter nodded, almost falling off the bed in his haste to get over to Ned.

"Yeah! Tony downloaded it on the TV just for me cause I was so excited! I can even access it in my room because-" Peter was cut off by Ned.

"Cause it calms you down and cheers you up." Ned said with a soft smile, Peter nodded.

"Yeah, how'd you know that?" Peter said, eyebrow raised.

"I've known you since I was five. You're my best friend. You haven't changed much." Ned said, Peter nodded.

"I um, well, everyone says that but won't talk about how I was before. Have I, have I changed?" Peter said shyly, avoided Ned's eyes. Ned shook his head no.

"No, you're still my Peter, who no matter what was insecure even though he had no reason to. You have no reason to. You're kind and caring, you're funny and witty, and you're," Ned paused, reaching out for Peter's hands.

"You're my best friend, nothing is ever going to change that," Ned said firmly, Peter nodded.

"I can see why I like you so much." Peter said, sniffling, Ned grinned and nodded.

"Of course. Now anyway, I couldn't bring the death star, but I brought the LEGO figure, here." Ned said, depositing it into Peter's hand. Peter stared down at the figure, why was this making him remember?

"Edward? That's a weird name How about I call you Ned?"

"Neddie! Neddie look! Aunty May got us tickets to the new Star Wars movie!"

"No way?! You got real-life light sabres?!"

"Happy birthday Ned!"

"Nedward my good friend! I have a proposition!"

"Betty Jones so does not like me! She's looking at you dude!"

"Ask her to dance! You've been crushing on her since like fourth grade!"

"He's gone, Ned. He's not coming back. I don't know what to do Neddie, he was my everything."

"Fuck off Flash, you're just jealous he has friends."

"Don't listen to him dude, he's just an insecure asshole."

"Hey Ned, I need to tell you something.... Ned, I'm bisexual."

"No way?! You got a LEGO death star?!"

"We should probably stop looking before it gets creepy."

"Dude! I got a Stark internship!"

"No! I'm not spider-man!"

"No! You cannot tell aunt May! Not with everything going on!"

"I love you dude, no matter what. You're my guy in the chair."

Peter blinked rapidly down at the figure and then back up at Ned, "Dude." He breathed, Ned rose an eyebrow, "Dude." Peter repeated, taking Ned's shoulders.

"I am so happy right now that I could kiss you, but that would be weird cause we're homies," Peter said, Ned smirked.

"They aren't your homies if you don't kiss them," Ned said, Peter rolled his eyes and crush Ned in a hug.

"Oh my god I missed you. Fuck, dude I missed you so much. Ned, Ned, you're, you're here, and I remember you. Ned, fucking Ned, you're, you're my best friend, and, and, and, oh my fucking god I love you so fucking much." Peter sobbed into his shoulder, Ned wouldn't lie and say he wasn't crying. Because Peter remembered him, his best friend remembered him.

"Shh, shh, you're ok Peter, I'm here and I'm not leaving," Ned said firmly.

"Promise you won't leave?" Peter whispered.

"Never."

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Peter wasn't really sure about this MJ girl, Ned had brought her with him a few weeks ago and now she just showed up randomly as sat with him while he did stuff. Right now he was practising his writing, but his hand was shaking to much, he managed to get so frustrated he broke his pencil.

"FUCK!" He shouted, holding his head in his hands. He heard MJ shift beside him.

"You ok Parker?" She asked, Peter turned to her with fire in his eyes.

"Do I look ok?! I can't do anything I used to be able to! I can't walk! I can't write! I can't hold things! I can barely look at myself in the mirror! My lives over before I'm even an adult!" Peter shouted, he didn't mean to shout at her. He just wanted to shout. She blinked and nodded, still looking at her notebook and drawing away.

"If only you had used this pent up aggression to do something." She said sarcastically. Peter gestured wildly to his paper. He had the feeling MJ was always like this, non-caring and emotive.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He grumbled, picking back up the bottom half of the pencil. He was trying to learn cursive again. He paused when MJ slid the notebook towards him. He looked up at her and blinked in confusion. It was him, him no, not before, strangely he didn't hate the way he looked in the drawing.

"I like to draw people in distress." She said, ripping the drawing out of the notebook and pushing it towards Peter. Peter blinked in a daze, his mind whirling with memories.

"Then why are you sitting with us?"

"What are you doing in detention?"

"How would you know that? You aren't in robotics."

"No MJ I don't need my glasses anymore."

"No, of course, I don't take steroids!"

"I'm not hiding anything. Why would you think that?"

"What are you on? Oh? Serotonin? That's why you're smiling?"

"If you get to call me Benjamin I get to call you Michelle."

"Hey! That's my phone!"

"Hey MJ, I'm bisexual. No, I don't have a crush on Ned. Why would you even think that? You have to kiss your homies!"

"Hey MJ, you're pretty cute..... NO! NOT THE BOOK! TONY WILL KILL ME IF I GET ANOTHER CONCUSSION!"

"I so do have the balls!"

"Hey MJ, do you know how to stop bleeding."

"My blood type? Red...."

"Michelle Jones! We talked about getting arrested!"

"NO! MJ I am not bailing you out of jail again, call your mum."

"Fuck you MJ, I can't believe you convinced me to bail you out again."

Peter looked up from the drawing at looked at MJ, "And you had the nerve to get at me for getting into troubl as Spider-Man. I can't count the times I've had to bail you out of jail." Peter said. He didn't miss the flash of happiness in MJ's eyes.

"Welcome back loser." She said with a small grin.

"Oh, little old me got you to smile?" He said, amusement lacing his voice. She rolled her eyes and picked her pencil back up. Peter smirked at her.

"Hey MJ?" She looked up at him with her eyes narrowed. Peter grinned and pulled her towards him by the back of her neck, kissing her firmly. When he pulled away her face was dazed and her eyes were still closed.

"How's that for balls?" He quipped MJ opened her eyes to roll them at him. She yanked him toward herself by his shirt, kissing him firmly.

"Excuse me? Can you not get it on in my tower?"