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The corners of her mouth quirked up as if she found something she had said funny. Automatically, his did too. He didn’t even hear what she had said, but just seeing her smile to herself made him smile. God he wanted to kiss her so badly.

No. No. He had to focus. He shifted in his chair, furrowing his brows a bit as if that would help him listen to her better. Forcing his eyes away from her lips, they settled against her profile. Her cheeks were tinged with a little bit of that peach colored stuff he had seen her put on once in Germany. There were little sparkles in it that the light bounced off of whenever she moved her head. 

The movement of her head made his attention return back to her lips. His gut tugged, urging him to kiss her. But he had to at least wait until she was done talking….right? Though knowing her, she wouldn’t stop for a while…

Acting on his urge, he quickly moved out of his seat. Sliding his upper body in between her and the table, he pushed his head up and pressed his lips against hers. She let out a small noise of surprise at the unexpected kiss before relaxing into it. She kissed him back for a moment, feeling his proud grin against her lips. 

“I definitely haven’t.” Peter agreed as he settled down next to her. He had never really been to any parties before where there was a large and diverse enough group that they could play the game. First time for everything. She gave him a slight smile as the rest of the group gathered around the beer bottle in the middle of the circle. 

Liz went first, putting some effort behind the motion. It spun long enough for Molly to look away, feeling a bit nauseous. Only did a loud laugh get her attention back to the bottle, seeing that the nose was pointed directly in between her and Peter. 

“Oh, shoot. I can’t tell who it’s pointing at.” Liz slumped down, looking in between the two of them. Molly did the same, noticing how Peter’s head had flicked to her. His mouth was opened a bit, eyes widening at the idea of kissing Liz. 

Clearing her throat, she turned back to Liz and forced a smile on her face, “It’s more toward Peter.” 

“No!” Peter suddenly shouted out, getting everyone’s attention, “I mean, uh, it’s…” Molly stared at him, silently trying to ask him what the fuck was wrong with him. All he ever talked about was how much he liked Liz. Didn’t he want to kiss her? Why was he acting so weird?

“It’s too close to tell.” he finished lamely with a gesture to Liz, “You should just spin again.” he gave a pathetic laugh and Liz stared at him for a long moment before nodding.

“Okay, yeah, sure.” she reached out to re-spin the bottle. Molly didn’t bother to watch, instead glaring at Peter until he met her look. 

“Hi, Molls.” he slowly said as if remembering how to speak, “I rang the bell. And it made a very funny noise.” he giggled before letting out a long burp. Great, he was drunk. A common occurrence from him over the past few days. His way of dealing with what had happened at the complex. Not that she had any room to judge, considering the things she had done in his name.    

“It did.” she nodded, speaking as if he were a child – which he was one whenever he got like this. Again, he giggled.

“I rang it a lot.” Even though the noise wanted her to stab the doorbell so it never rang again, the look of pure joy on his face was enough for her to crack a smile, even though she tried not to. 

“Yeah, Pete, you did.” she sighed, “Come on, let’s get you inside.” she reached out for him and he practically fell into her arms. Usually she’d try to get him to the basement so her parents wouldn’t see, but he wasn’t helping her at all this time – making it so it felt like she was dragging his body across the bottom of the sea floor. 

She figured the couch was the next best thing. Unceremoniously, she dumped him in the middle of the cushions, letting him bounce while she went to get him some water and bread to soak up the alcohol. 

When she came back from the kitchen, he was lounging with one leg over the back of the couch, another over the arm and his arms spread over his head. She turned on the tv for some background noise before giving him what was in her other hand. He eagerly took it, trying his best to drink the water in his position without spilling all over himself (he failed). 

Settling down next to him, she shifted him so his upper body was propped up by her thighs – for when he needed to throw up later. Her hands idly ran through his locks of hair while she tried to focus on whatever was on the tv.  

“Can I touch your boob?” he suddenly asked, reaching for her chest only to have her push his hand away without a second look.

The smoke had barely cleared, the dust hadn’t settled yet, but none of that even matter. It worked. They had gotten everyone who had disappeared in Thanos’ snap back. Molly quickly climbed over debris, and went around fallen concrete, avoiding all the small fires that were starting. 

As she got closer, she clocked various reunions happening: Steve was crushing Q against his chest –  sinking down to the ground as if the weight of everything that happened was finally crushing him, Natasha and Dawson were having a tender reunion of simple, soft touches – foreheads pressed together as they exchanged soft greetings of love. She didn’t pay that much attention to anyone else, having heard Peter’s voice from a few feet away. 

“Molls!” he sounded the exact same as he had the time she saw him last. God that bus ride felt like a lifetime ago – and in some ways it was. She saw him leap over a fallen slab of concrete, web shooting out from his wrist to snap across the way and let him swing to her, landing lightly on his feet in front of her. 

Less than a second later, a web exploded against her stomach and she was yanked forward into his arms where he immediately placed one hand on her hip and one on the side of her face. There was that familiar lopsided, amused smile on his face while his hand tucked her hair behind her ear. 

“You did it.” he said proudly, somehow knowing she had played a big part in getting everyone back in one piece – although not knowing exactly what she had done. A smile twitched at the corners of her lips and she let her head fall forward so he wouldn’t see. 

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around her in a type of hug that she didn’t realized she missed until that very moment. Only hesitating for a moment, she returned it, burying her face into the crook of his neck. 

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?” his voice was muffled by the hoodie she was wearing, but he was certain she heard him based on the small, tired laugh she let out. 

One day he would find out all the terrible things she had done to grieve him, to avenge him, and then to rescue him. Briefly, she wondered if he would still be proud of her after he discover everything. But that would be a conversation saved for another day. She wasn’t about to ruin the moment. 

“Don’t you ever leave the Earth’s atmosphere again.” she squeezed him a bit tighter and heard him laugh a bit. 

Clearing her throat, she made herself known, not wanting to be caught leering at him. He dropped the weights with a clang, obviously a little startled by her sudden appearance even though it was known his spidey-sense let him be aware of threats – maybe it didn’t register her as one? That was kind of hurtful and a little bit offensive. Still, she didn’t linger on it because now he was fully facing her. Shirtless and looking slightly embarrassed. 

“Would it kill you to put a shirt on?” she asked dryly, trying to come off as unaffected by the sight in front of her. Peter let out a small laugh of embarrassment, hand going to scratch behind his neck while his other hand reached for his shirt. 

“Sorry, I was just getting a little hot.” A lame excuse sure, but one she was grateful for since it meant he finally put his shirt back on. She didn’t respond, just raised her eyebrows when he met her eyes again, “Are you feeling okay? Your face is looking a little red.” Peter motioned to his own face and somehow that made Molly’s face heat up even more than it apparently already was.