He laughed, hands lifting in surrender as he leans back a little from the fire escape railing he’d just dropped onto. One hand rubs the back of his neck through the fabric. —
“Don’t you ever get bored of scaring the life outta me, @BittenByDestiny?” she hisses, wide-eyed gaze settled on the white lenses of Peter’s mask. Visibly startled.
“I ought to take a page out of Felicia’s book and put a collared bell on you!”
“Hey, hey, easy, MJ, I thought the whole dramatic rooftop entrance thing was part of the Spider-Man brand.”
Peter shifts closer, resting his forearms on the railing beside her.
“Besides… if I didn’t surprise you every now and then, —