F-Stop Blues
02-07-2006, 12:04 AM
Title: On the Brink
Pairing: Not really any but Peter and Mary Jane are together.
Author: Parker
Rating: PGish
Spoilers: None
Summary: Peter is having a bad day. This is my first fic so feedback is appreciated. If it sucks I guess you can say so but I may be sad. Just kidding, this isnt what pays my bills or anything.
Peter could barely make out the street signs that were flying by him. The rain was really starting to come down and he only had 10 minutes to get from his minuscule “studio” apartment as his landlord called it, to the trendy restaurant in the village that MJ picked out. Looking in the rear view mirror he couldn’t help but be mad as hell at himself for not using his other means of transportation. While swinging from rooftops did seem appealing, he didn’t want to risk getting drenched. Besides this is the one night that had to be absolutely perfect. This was the night where he was going to ask MJ to move in with him. Well maybe he would move in with her but either way they would be together and that’s all that Peter wanted.
“Alright, its 8:10 so I have 5 minutes until I’m officially late for our 8 o’clock reservations.” Peter thought to himself.
Then a cabbie decided it would be a good idea to merge into Peter’s car. Peter sensing his impending doom swerved into the next lane and narrowly avoided colliding with this absent minded….well lets be honest, this completely insane cab driver.
“Whoa that was a little too close for my taste.” Peter chuckled to himself.
Then a thought popped into his head. “Damn it. A car accident would have been a great excuse to be late for dinner. I swear these abilities have brought me nothing but trouble. Its like God’s out to get me.” Peter was broken out of his small rant by the roar of sirens. “Oh no, something’s happening and now I’m really going to be late. Well I guess MJ is going to have to let this one slide.”
But then something odd occurred. The police car that usually flies down the street rolled up along side Peter. “Wait, what’s going on? Does this guy know who I am? Why is he signaling me to pull over? Why is he getting out of his car?
The tall slightly balding and clearly well fed police officer strolled up to Peter’s window. “License, registration, and proof of insurance.” The cop said staring into space. The nerd in peter wanted to tell him that he’s missing a verb and a subject but he thought better of it.
“What seems to be the problem officer?” Peter replied. “Wow what a cliché thing to say.” Peter thought as he rummaged through his glove compartment for the necessary items.
“You changed lanes with out signaling.” The cop replied still staring at nothing.
“What? I didn’t signal before changing lanes? This is Manhattan, there are no lanes and no one ever signals, well except for me I guess. But still that is a bogus ticket.” All good points peter had but he only thing he managed to say was “What.”
“Did I stutter?” The cop asked rhetorically.
“I mean, when did I do this? Peter asked while racking his brain for the answer.
“About two blocks back.” The cop replied.
“Oh you don’t understand a cab almost plowed into me.” Peter said reassuringly.
“Well I didn’t see that, all I saw was you changing lanes with out signaling.” The cop said, establishing the fact that he was giving Peter this ticket. Peter glanced at the clock. Eight thirty.
“Well this is just peachy, now I am really late and I have Serpico here giving me a hard time. I have half a mind to web him right in the face and drive away. Really would that be so bad? I don’t think The Punisher gets traffic tickets. But Peter Parker, he gets tickets. I must be the most pathetic superhero on the planet. And that’s including Captain Marvel, who has to say Shazaam all the time.” Peter thought to himself.
“Alright, how much is this ticket for officer.” Peter asked the cop.
The cop continued to right down Peter’s information and replied “One hundred and thirty dollars.”
“Why is it so expensive?” Peter asked quizzically. The thought of shelling out that much for a ticket almost made him cry but he composed himself because Superheroes don’t do that, at least not over a traffic ticket.
“Because it is.” The cop said. He finished writing the ticket and gave it to Peter. “You have a lovely day.” The cop said smirking.
“Thanks, I’ll try.” Peter replied sarcastically. “You know one of these days I’m going to go rogue on everyone and maybe I’ll team up with Venom and then I wont take this kind of crap anymore.” Peter said out loud and actually frightened himself by the rage in his voice. “Ok. Just relax Peter, it’s only a ticket. You’ll pay the outrageous fine and be on your way. Everything will be ok. Just breathe for me. There you go, in and out.” Peter slowly calmed down and was in a state of relaxation. “Those meditation tapes MJ got for me are really great” he thought.
“Hey dip ****! Get a move on!” The car behind honked unmercifully. Peter gave a wave and stepped on the gas.
He finally got to the restaurant. “Alright half and hour late, that’s not too bad. Hopefully MJ will let it slide.” He hoped. After dropping the car at the valet he hurried up the stairs and into the restaurant.
“May I help you?” The maitre d’ asked.
“Yeah I’m meeting my girlfriend here, Mary Jane Watson.” Peter replied.
The waiter looked at him dumbfound.
“You’re Peter Parker?” He asked almost questioning the reality of the situation.
“Uh...Yeah. Why is that hard to believe?” He questioned.
“Oh, well, Ms. Watson is a very talented and beautiful actress and you are…” the maitre d’ stopped himself before he dug himself into an immeasurable hole. “Right this way sir.”
“Thank you.” Peter replied coldly.
Peter sat down at the table and immediately felt better when his met with MJ’s eyes. “My God, you are so beautiful.” Peter said. MJ blushed and took smiled back at him. He had it bad and she knew it. Lucky for him she had it bad too.
“Peter what took you so long? I was about to send out a search party. Wait let me guess someone was being robbed and you had to intervene?” MJ said half sarcastically.
“Uh….yeah sort of. Except I’m not sure how much good I really did. But you’re not mad at me for being late are you? I was only doing what I thought I should.” Peter said hoping MJ would dig deeper into it.
“I’m not lying; I’m just not divulging certain things.” Peter thought to himself. He never wanted to be less than forthcoming with MJ but he also had a little pride. And someone was being robbed, it was just him.
All throughout dinner Peter was fidgety obviously but he also wanted the perfect moment to ask MJ. That moment finally came after dessert. Peter took another sip of his liquid courage also known as Irish coffee. He looked up at MJ. He just lost in her eyes for a moment and then went into his monologue that he had been practicing.
“MJ there is something I want to talk to you about. After Gwen died I thought I would never be with anyone again. I felt as though all I brought was pain to every relationship I was ever in. But then I met you and my whole life changed. When I’m with you I feel like nothing bad will ever happen to us as long as we’re together. Every night I wake up in my apartment and when I don’t see you lying there next to me I feel empty. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love you and I want us to…..” Peter was cut off by the waiter.
“Excuse me sir, but your credit card seems to be maxed out.”
“What!” Peter yelled, grabbing the attention of the entire restaurant.
“Did I stutter?” The waiter replied
“What did you say?” Peter growled.
“Do you have another? The waiter repeated.
Pairing: Not really any but Peter and Mary Jane are together.
Author: Parker
Rating: PGish
Spoilers: None
Summary: Peter is having a bad day. This is my first fic so feedback is appreciated. If it sucks I guess you can say so but I may be sad. Just kidding, this isnt what pays my bills or anything.
Peter could barely make out the street signs that were flying by him. The rain was really starting to come down and he only had 10 minutes to get from his minuscule “studio” apartment as his landlord called it, to the trendy restaurant in the village that MJ picked out. Looking in the rear view mirror he couldn’t help but be mad as hell at himself for not using his other means of transportation. While swinging from rooftops did seem appealing, he didn’t want to risk getting drenched. Besides this is the one night that had to be absolutely perfect. This was the night where he was going to ask MJ to move in with him. Well maybe he would move in with her but either way they would be together and that’s all that Peter wanted.
“Alright, its 8:10 so I have 5 minutes until I’m officially late for our 8 o’clock reservations.” Peter thought to himself.
Then a cabbie decided it would be a good idea to merge into Peter’s car. Peter sensing his impending doom swerved into the next lane and narrowly avoided colliding with this absent minded….well lets be honest, this completely insane cab driver.
“Whoa that was a little too close for my taste.” Peter chuckled to himself.
Then a thought popped into his head. “Damn it. A car accident would have been a great excuse to be late for dinner. I swear these abilities have brought me nothing but trouble. Its like God’s out to get me.” Peter was broken out of his small rant by the roar of sirens. “Oh no, something’s happening and now I’m really going to be late. Well I guess MJ is going to have to let this one slide.”
But then something odd occurred. The police car that usually flies down the street rolled up along side Peter. “Wait, what’s going on? Does this guy know who I am? Why is he signaling me to pull over? Why is he getting out of his car?
The tall slightly balding and clearly well fed police officer strolled up to Peter’s window. “License, registration, and proof of insurance.” The cop said staring into space. The nerd in peter wanted to tell him that he’s missing a verb and a subject but he thought better of it.
“What seems to be the problem officer?” Peter replied. “Wow what a cliché thing to say.” Peter thought as he rummaged through his glove compartment for the necessary items.
“You changed lanes with out signaling.” The cop replied still staring at nothing.
“What? I didn’t signal before changing lanes? This is Manhattan, there are no lanes and no one ever signals, well except for me I guess. But still that is a bogus ticket.” All good points peter had but he only thing he managed to say was “What.”
“Did I stutter?” The cop asked rhetorically.
“I mean, when did I do this? Peter asked while racking his brain for the answer.
“About two blocks back.” The cop replied.
“Oh you don’t understand a cab almost plowed into me.” Peter said reassuringly.
“Well I didn’t see that, all I saw was you changing lanes with out signaling.” The cop said, establishing the fact that he was giving Peter this ticket. Peter glanced at the clock. Eight thirty.
“Well this is just peachy, now I am really late and I have Serpico here giving me a hard time. I have half a mind to web him right in the face and drive away. Really would that be so bad? I don’t think The Punisher gets traffic tickets. But Peter Parker, he gets tickets. I must be the most pathetic superhero on the planet. And that’s including Captain Marvel, who has to say Shazaam all the time.” Peter thought to himself.
“Alright, how much is this ticket for officer.” Peter asked the cop.
The cop continued to right down Peter’s information and replied “One hundred and thirty dollars.”
“Why is it so expensive?” Peter asked quizzically. The thought of shelling out that much for a ticket almost made him cry but he composed himself because Superheroes don’t do that, at least not over a traffic ticket.
“Because it is.” The cop said. He finished writing the ticket and gave it to Peter. “You have a lovely day.” The cop said smirking.
“Thanks, I’ll try.” Peter replied sarcastically. “You know one of these days I’m going to go rogue on everyone and maybe I’ll team up with Venom and then I wont take this kind of crap anymore.” Peter said out loud and actually frightened himself by the rage in his voice. “Ok. Just relax Peter, it’s only a ticket. You’ll pay the outrageous fine and be on your way. Everything will be ok. Just breathe for me. There you go, in and out.” Peter slowly calmed down and was in a state of relaxation. “Those meditation tapes MJ got for me are really great” he thought.
“Hey dip ****! Get a move on!” The car behind honked unmercifully. Peter gave a wave and stepped on the gas.
He finally got to the restaurant. “Alright half and hour late, that’s not too bad. Hopefully MJ will let it slide.” He hoped. After dropping the car at the valet he hurried up the stairs and into the restaurant.
“May I help you?” The maitre d’ asked.
“Yeah I’m meeting my girlfriend here, Mary Jane Watson.” Peter replied.
The waiter looked at him dumbfound.
“You’re Peter Parker?” He asked almost questioning the reality of the situation.
“Uh...Yeah. Why is that hard to believe?” He questioned.
“Oh, well, Ms. Watson is a very talented and beautiful actress and you are…” the maitre d’ stopped himself before he dug himself into an immeasurable hole. “Right this way sir.”
“Thank you.” Peter replied coldly.
Peter sat down at the table and immediately felt better when his met with MJ’s eyes. “My God, you are so beautiful.” Peter said. MJ blushed and took smiled back at him. He had it bad and she knew it. Lucky for him she had it bad too.
“Peter what took you so long? I was about to send out a search party. Wait let me guess someone was being robbed and you had to intervene?” MJ said half sarcastically.
“Uh….yeah sort of. Except I’m not sure how much good I really did. But you’re not mad at me for being late are you? I was only doing what I thought I should.” Peter said hoping MJ would dig deeper into it.
“I’m not lying; I’m just not divulging certain things.” Peter thought to himself. He never wanted to be less than forthcoming with MJ but he also had a little pride. And someone was being robbed, it was just him.
All throughout dinner Peter was fidgety obviously but he also wanted the perfect moment to ask MJ. That moment finally came after dessert. Peter took another sip of his liquid courage also known as Irish coffee. He looked up at MJ. He just lost in her eyes for a moment and then went into his monologue that he had been practicing.
“MJ there is something I want to talk to you about. After Gwen died I thought I would never be with anyone again. I felt as though all I brought was pain to every relationship I was ever in. But then I met you and my whole life changed. When I’m with you I feel like nothing bad will ever happen to us as long as we’re together. Every night I wake up in my apartment and when I don’t see you lying there next to me I feel empty. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love you and I want us to…..” Peter was cut off by the waiter.
“Excuse me sir, but your credit card seems to be maxed out.”
“What!” Peter yelled, grabbing the attention of the entire restaurant.
“Did I stutter?” The waiter replied
“What did you say?” Peter growled.
“Do you have another? The waiter repeated.