“You some kind of hideous freak under the mask?” She asks, a smile playing at her lips.
The robber is pretty terrified now and Midge is enjoying having the upper hand. “I can wait a few minutes,” she says. “You and the police not get along?”
“My mandibles are considered very handsome amongst my people I’ll have you know,” Peter quipped, stroking his face where the so-called mandibles might exist. For all anyone knew though he could have mandibles.
“They’re not a fan of people taking Justice into their own hands. Which I get, but… they can’t be everywhere, you know? At least the police don’t shoot at me much anymore.”
“That’s pretty rude of them, considering that you’re doing their job. Maybe they’re jealous that you do it better than them, and that you look better too.”
If he’s going to flirt with her, then she can flirt back. “Mandibles and all.”
“Thank you, it’s nice to be acknowledged that my uniform looks better than theirs. Especially considering I sewed it myself,” he said, striking a bit of a pose. Peter wasn’t sure if he should be flattered or jealous that his girlfriend was flirting with Spider-Man. He was going to choose flattered.
The man on the ground tried to say something but with how his head was pressed to the concrete it was hard to tell what it was. It sounded a little derogatory toward Peter though.
“Sir, can’t you see I’m trying to get to know my new crush over here? Of you don’t want to hear this you shouldn’t have tried to steal.”
“Wow,” she gives him a once over. “All that and he sews too.” Flirting’s pretty harmless. Midge doesn’t expect to ever see Spider-Man again.
She laughs lightly and shakes her head when Peter refers to her as his new crush. All the fear and adrenaline that she felt earlier when chasing the robber is melting away. “You should probably start with my name. I’m Midge.”
"And just think how easy it is for me to dust the high spots when I can climb on walls and the ceiling," he said, winking and firing finger guns at her. So she couldn't see the wink but he figured that it was implied with the finger guns.
"Midge, it's a pleasure to meet you even under these circumstances. Speaking of, how are you feeling? Not a fun time having your purse snatched, I imagine."
“Bad humor to deflect from trauma wins again,” Peter said, then paused for a moment before he added. “But, uh, only in the short term in the long term it’s probably better to talk about your feelings or something.”
Of course, Midge used good humor to work through her feelings which was probably akin to talking through your feelings with someone. Peter definitely used humor to deflect.
“But yeah. And I’d love to stick around but, you know, other citizens in potential peril and all that. You’ll be alright though?”
“Talk about my feelings?” She asks. “Who am I? Sigmund Freud?” He’s right that comedians work through their feelings with their comedy. Midge is more connected to her feelings than a lot of other comics, but she also uses humor to deflect things.
“He won’t get free?” she asks of the robber on the ground.
“Technically I think he listens to feelings? But yeah I guess that’s the only way the quip works,” Peter said, scratching his head in thought. Were there any people famous for spilling their feelings? Oh well, not important.
“Oh, no. The police will actually be pretty upset that he’ll be so hard to get free. But… stay safe and if you see me around give me a whistle, okay? Seeing the prettiest woman in New York would do a lot to brighten my day,” he added before he gave a salute then leapt into the air and swung away. A while 6 blocks so that he could land and change out of his costume and into his regular clothes so he could go see Midge at the club in a bit.
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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The robber is pretty terrified now and Midge is enjoying having the upper hand. “I can wait a few minutes,” she says. “You and the police not get along?”
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“My mandibles are considered very handsome amongst my people I’ll have you know,” Peter quipped, stroking his face where the so-called mandibles might exist. For all anyone knew though he could have mandibles.
“They’re not a fan of people taking Justice into their own hands. Which I get, but… they can’t be everywhere, you know? At least the police don’t shoot at me much anymore.”
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If he’s going to flirt with her, then she can flirt back. “Mandibles and all.”
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The man on the ground tried to say something but with how his head was pressed to the concrete it was hard to tell what it was. It sounded a little derogatory toward Peter though.
“Sir, can’t you see I’m trying to get to know my new crush over here? Of you don’t want to hear this you shouldn’t have tried to steal.”
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She laughs lightly and shakes her head when Peter refers to her as his new crush. All the fear and adrenaline that she felt earlier when chasing the robber is melting away. “You should probably start with my name. I’m Midge.”
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"Midge, it's a pleasure to meet you even under these circumstances. Speaking of, how are you feeling? Not a fun time having your purse snatched, I imagine."
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Midge takes a deep breath and eyes the man on the ground. “I’m okay. A little shaken up, but, better now.”
At least she got her purse back and the guy didn’t get away. “I should probably go call the cops,” Midge says.
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Of course, Midge used good humor to work through her feelings which was probably akin to talking through your feelings with someone. Peter definitely used humor to deflect.
“But yeah. And I’d love to stick around but, you know, other citizens in potential peril and all that. You’ll be alright though?”
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“He won’t get free?” she asks of the robber on the ground.
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“Oh, no. The police will actually be pretty upset that he’ll be so hard to get free. But… stay safe and if you see me around give me a whistle, okay? Seeing the prettiest woman in New York would do a lot to brighten my day,” he added before he gave a salute then leapt into the air and swung away. A while 6 blocks so that he could land and change out of his costume and into his regular clothes so he could go see Midge at the club in a bit.
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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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