- over the scattered pictures they took together at the pier from one of those corny photo booths.

"If you have the time for me, then I accept it. But uh...you're gonna need a shower first. I know you smell like the city..."

" I never wanted a model boyfriend.
All I wanted was time with you.
But I know that your time is strained and spread thin between me and the city.

That's what I get for falling for a superhero. You know, the movies lie about all that stuff."

Laughing as she kept her phone close, her eyes darted-

-you.

A lot.

And it's rare you call so late and...yeah...”

There was a defeated laugh from her end of the phone.

“I know I sound like some lovesick high school loser.”

“Right now? Uh, just in my pajamas. Tank-top and sweats. I can get changed if you want to go out somewhere. Or we can stay in.”

As she looked to the window of her apartment, there was a long pause of trepidation before MJ finally started up again.

“I don't care what we do, Peter. I just...I miss-

And just like that, the redhead sat up in bed with his words lingering on her mind.

Was. . . Was this a dream?
It had to be.
There was no way it wasn't.
And yet, MJ felt no need to pinch herself.

A rhapsody of elation filled her voice.

“Yes! Of course!”