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“That’s their loss.” MJ responded casually snuggling up onto his arm in a way she always had, before they were dating and how she’d continue afterward. She remembered the old days when she used to snuggle onto the shoulder of Gwen, Peter or Harry- whoever was closest. Unlucky for whoever was next to them with her legs in their lap. She missed those old days. A three person couch with her on all their laps. The good ole days. There would never be a time MJ didn’t miss them. Never again would things be like they used to with the four of them, and she longed for those simpler times. It just meant she wouldn’t take for granted any time she had now. “Always.” She responded instantly, cheerfully. “If we go anywhere busy though I will need a disguise.” She told him, pointing her pointer finger right in Peter’s way. She jumped to her feet. “In other words I will be looking through your closet Peter.” She giggled, not asking permission before she made her way forward. “I don’t suppose you have any of those big black blocky sunglasses?” she was almost sure he did. MJ could recall Peter using them once or twice in the past to conceal bruises that must have been from being Spiderman.
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Peter paused, trying to think of somewhere they could go that MJ wouldn’t have to hide. It would defeat the purpose of her coming. She wanted to get away, not get noticed by a bunch of bright-eyed fans. Watching as she stood, he laughed. “I’ve got aviators. Will those work?” It took a second before it registered that his costume was in his closet. “No!” Jumping up, he got in front of her, blocking her from walking any further. “I mean...no, you won’t need them. We can stay in. I can order pizza. Maybe Harry can hang out with us.” It wasn’t smooth, but hopefully throwing MJ onto Harry’s scent would stop her from asking questions about his reaction to the closet.
