Later than night, Midge and Peter are out for drinks after the show. They’re cuddled into the same side of a booth, which Midge normally thinks is gross, but it’s obviously really cute when they do it. She tells him about the purse snatcher and can see how worried it makes him.
“Oh! But then you’ll never guess who showed up. Spider-Man. You’ve heard of him, right?”
Peter liked the warmth of feeling Midge up next against him, especially when sometimes she would rest her head on his shoulder. He listened with appropriate concerned when she talked about the purse snatcher.
“Wait, really? Of course I do, I take pictures of him all the time. He practically pays my rent,” Peter said, doing his best to look surprised but not too surprised at what she’d said. “Was he a menace like the Bugle says?”
“Not at all, but the Bugle is a rag.” She pauses and looks at Peter. “Sorry. But it’s true. Anyway, he stopped the guy. He stuck the guy to the sidewalk with his web, which was kind of weird.” It looked sticky. Midge doesn’t think she’d want to touch it.
“Wait, he hit on you? Like sleazy… I’d like to catch you in my web, or something?” Peter asked, trying to sound “pretend” jealous.
There was no doubt in his mind that Midge got hit on. Probably a lot. But he was entirely secure in the fact that she had chosen him. Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t make a bit out of Spider-Man hitting on her.
Midge waves a hand dismissively. “No, nothing like that. He called me his new crush.”
Harmless. She looks up at Peter. “Don’t look so glum. I can’t even see his face. I have no idea who he is.” Besides, maybe the guy was just trying to make her feel comfortable after the purse snatcher gave her a fright.
“Right! He probably has a spider face. Do you know how many eyes spiders have? Plus I heard his costume shows his spare tire. And I feel like you could accept one or the other acceptable but not both,” he said, grinning and kissing her forehead. If and when he ever told Midge his secret he was probably going to catch a little bit of teasing for this and rightfully so.
“See? Nothing to worry about.” Midge sips her drink. “He doesn’t have a spare tire though. Obviously he’s fit, to swing from building to building like that.”
He could have a hideous face though. Maybe that’s really why he wears the mask.
“So my physique was a complete surprise but you notice Spider-Man is fit, huh?” He teased before leaning in to kiss her cheek.
“If I wasn’t so completely secure in the fact that you chose to be with me I might be jealous. Plus I can’t blame the guy for having good taste. Especially with his potentially six to twelve eyes he can see how gorgeous you are really clearly.”
"I know," he said, smiling and turning his head to kiss her cheek. "I might tease you about it but I know you're with me and I'm not the least bit jealous or insecure about anyone flirting with you."
Now if someone was creepy or gross about it, then he would have a problem, but that was different.
"The only thing I feel is being lucky that I get to be with you."
She looks into his eyes. “I’m very much yours, Peter Parker.” Midge presses her lips to his in a gentle kiss. “You make me feel wonderful. I doubt I’ll see him again, anyway.”
He acts like he still can’t believe that she’s his girlfriend, but it’s really sweet. Peter’s earnestness is one of the things she likes most about him.
"Okay, I promise not to refer to him as a menace anymore. He does a lot of good for the city and I can tell sometimes he even strikes a little pose when he sees me taking pictures," Peter admitted. Which was true, he did stroke a pose for some of his remote camera set ups.
“He probably is,” Midge confirms before resting her head on his shoulder. It’s been a long day and she likes the quiet intimacy of this bar. It won’t be long before she’ll be ready for Peter to take her home.
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“Oh! But then you’ll never guess who showed up. Spider-Man. You’ve heard of him, right?”
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“Wait, really? Of course I do, I take pictures of him all the time. He practically pays my rent,” Peter said, doing his best to look surprised but not too surprised at what she’d said. “Was he a menace like the Bugle says?”
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“But, I got my purse back. And he hit on me.”
Don’t be jealous, Peter.
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There was no doubt in his mind that Midge got hit on. Probably a lot. But he was entirely secure in the fact that she had chosen him. Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t make a bit out of Spider-Man hitting on her.
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Harmless. She looks up at Peter. “Don’t look so glum. I can’t even see his face. I have no idea who he is.” Besides, maybe the guy was just trying to make her feel comfortable after the purse snatcher gave her a fright.
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He could have a hideous face though. Maybe that’s really why he wears the mask.
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“If I wasn’t so completely secure in the fact that you chose to be with me I might be jealous. Plus I can’t blame the guy for having good taste. Especially with his potentially six to twelve eyes he can see how gorgeous you are really clearly.”
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“Your eyes are the only ones I want seeing me naked,” she says softly.
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Now if someone was creepy or gross about it, then he would have a problem, but that was different.
"The only thing I feel is being lucky that I get to be with you."
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“Good because you deserve that. And I’m really glad you got your purse back and weren’t hurt.”
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“So am I. Spider Man’s not a menace.”
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