A year to Remember. Part 2, the Internship

Break-Out on the Night-Out

"That's awesome!", Peter shakes his friend elated, "You are on a first name basis with Dr Bruce Banner! He's like, our hero!".

They cheer to each other for another minute, MJ looking over amused, happy for them. Still, she must break up the bromance. "And what about Logan and Pietro", she stresses Logan, her subtle hint to her boyfriend. "I- I mean, I will take care of Logan, I'll meet him after lunch, ask them then if they've like". Peter replies, MJ smirking knowing why he's insistent. "Alright, I can handle Pietro. Meet up by reception after work?".

"Wait, aren't we meeting for lunch?".

"Sorry Pete, Bruce wants all hands on deck today, we're starting trials of his program", Ned apologises, MJ having her own. "Business lunch with Cho, sorry loser", she apologises, with a quick shrug. He didn't mind. "It's fine, then it's even better than we see each other after", Peter assures them, moving on to who MJ was meeting and bombarding Ned questions about his work the rest of the trip and up the elevator. "Cya Peter, MJ", Ned waves, stepping off on his floor which is significantly lower than Tony's Lab or the MedBay. Both waving back, in their own differing intensities, MJ changing the conversation the instance the doors close.

"I know Logan is Loki".

Peter panics. "Wha- what do- what do you mean? Why would I even know Mr Loki?", he sputters, unable to meet her gaze. She raises her eyebrow, grinning. "Mr Loki?". Peter deflates, arms slouching and head downtrodden. "You can't hide things from me loser, so try again".

"Please don't tell anybody!", Peter immediately begs her, "He doesn't feel entirely comfortable with other people knowing, please". She grabs his shoulders, sighing frustrated at his distress. "If I was gonna tell anyone, I would've done so these past 3 weeks", she reveals gently, assuring to no effect. "You've known for three weeks!?!?", Peter yells at her, MJ sighing even more.

She rolls her eyes, "Keep being surprised, see how far that'll get you with me". This quiets him, letting her get more than a single sentence out. "I found out the first Friday, but I trust you, so if you trust him I trust him", she hums, letting go of his shoulders and holding a hand of his.

Peter relaxes, smiling as he wraps MJ in a unilateral hug. "You're amazing", he grins, pressing closer into her. "I know, and I won't object to you reminding everyone", She kisses his forehead, to light giggles out of Peter just in time for the elevator to stop and it's doors to open. "My turn Loser, see you later". She walks out, letting Peter go on his way to Tony's, quietly thanking Friday for slowing the elevator.

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BOOM

Rings through the lab, the surrounding rooms shaking from the blast. Tony's lab covered in dust and debris. "Boss, Ms Potts and the Avengers are wondering if you're alright?", FRIDAY asked, chiming through the lab as the dust began to settle. "You alright kid?", Tony asks, ripped clothes and singed hair his only physical concern. "I'm fine", Peter shouts back, coughing, his science pun shirt and jeans covered in dark grey ash, few gashes cutting through his clothes. The only bodily injuries superficial scratches on his arms, and a singular slightly bloody cut on his left cheek.

"We're fine FRI!", Tony shouts back, the smoke clearing enough for him to spot the kid. "Pete!", He rushes to him, ripping off one of the tattered ends of his shirt to clean the slight trail of blood falling on his face. "You're bleeding, how is that fine?".

Peter stands awkwardly, letting Tony wipe away some blood and drag him to the Lab's kitchen. "It's just a small cut, I'm fine", he argues, Tony promptly ignoring every word, grabbing the first aid kit instead. Peter taking it off him, "I'm fine, I got it".

He's a little hurt, Peter not needing or accepting his help, but at least comfortable and proud to see him handle it. "See, all good", Peter assures, having bandaged himself up in under a minute. His stomach's grumble cutting in. "Oh shit", Tony curses checking his watch, "You're an hour late for lunch, sorry kid, probably missed your friends entirely". Peter shakes his head, "They were busy today, would've just had lunch alone today", he closes the first aid kit, returning it to its spot on the wall.