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Michelle walked into the kitchen with a huge yawn to announce her presence. She set about the process of making herself tea, filling the teapot and setting it on the stove. Actually, it was her own teapot. No one else could use it, except maybe Wanda. MJ didn’t trust all of Stark’s fancy appliances to make a proper cup of tea. It was an old blue thing, with a faded daisies design.
While MJ waited for the water to warm, leaning against the counter to flick through her phone. While she seemed distracted, she’d managed to capture the attention of the Avengers that had been in the kitchen when she arrived. Her hair was a mess, which is expected of her in the mornings. Her sleep shorts were also familiar. Her shirt however, wasn’t actually hers. It was that faded t-shirt Peter loved, the one with the dorky pun about electrons. It also happened to be the one he was wearing the day before. The shirt still wasn’t what caught their eyes though.
Michelle could feel their stares, so she glanced up and shot a look to each of them respectively. Wanda, Sam, and Bucky all gazed back with a similar expression. MJ sighed and set her phone on the counter.
“Is there something you guys would like to share with the class?” she asked, exasperated.
Bucky and Sam shared a scared look and then turned to Wanda with expectant eyes.
“You two are pathetic.” She said in their direction, before looking back to Michelle, who seemed impatient as Wanda thought of a way to bring it up politely. She settled on a question.
“Have you noticed your… appearance?” she asked, then clarified “This morning.”
“I don’t know what you’re getting at, but I’m pretty sure everyone looks terrible in the morning. None of us are Beyoncé. I don’t wake up flawless.” MJ deadpanned.
Bucky actually snickered and Sam was just proud of him for knowing the reference. Wanda decided to just stop beating around the bush.
“You’re wearing Peter’s shirt. The one he wore yesterday.” She pointed out.
“I’m aware, but thanks for letting me know.” MJ said with a quirked brow. Bucky was impressed with the girl’s sass to the feared Scarlett Witch. Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably.
“Just look at your legs.” Wanda instructed. MJ glanced down and finally noticed what they saw.
Michelle’s eyes trailed over the red and purple marks that peppered her thighs, growing in number as they got higher and moved inward. She thought back to the night before. Replaying the wonderful memory in her head, Peter practically worshipping her. Mouth singing her praises and making her feel like heaven. She shook the thought from her head and looked up again.
“Oh, those?” she said with a smirk.
Wanda nodded, finding her lack of embarrassment surprising. Sam was blushing at this point.
“Maybe you’d want to cover them up.” He suggested awkwardly. MJ would’ve been annoyed, but the chance to tease him was too good to pass up.
“Nah, I’m good.” She shrugged. Her nonchalance made Sam blush more. Bucky had shifted into an amused smile, watching the exchange. Wanda had a faint smile, watching Sam get flustered was indeed entertaining.
“What’s wrong, bird boy? Can’t handle a woman who’s confident in her sexuality?” she asked with a raised brow. Sam made a choking sound and his eyes widened.
“Oh my god. I’m out.” He said as he stood swiftly, practically jogging out of the room. Bucky burst out laughing at Sam’s awkward embarrassment. Wanda gave MJ an approving nod.
The teapot began to whistle and MJ resumed making herself tea. The kitchen fell into relative silence while her tea steeped and honey was added. She made her way over to sit with the others at the breakfast bar. She sipped her tea contentedly. Bucky was finishing his breakfast. Wanda was nursing her coffee, she preferred tea in the evenings.
Bucky’s curiosity was nagging him. He wasn’t a gossip lover really, not at all, but he still asked.
“How’s Spidey in bed?” he questioned with a smirk. Wanda shot him a disapproving glare and swat at his shoulder. Michelle returned his smirk in turn.
“Peter might be a loser, but he knows how to treat a girl like a goddess.” She admitted. Her face turned serious and she added “Don’t you ever tell him I said that. No need to inflate his ego.”
“Good for him.” Bucky said, honestly impressed the dorky kid earned the praise. Wanda stood and placed her empty mug in the sink.
“I don’t want any more to do with this. I don’t need to know about these things.” She said as she walked away briskly. Bucky chuckled.
“She sees everything anyway,” he squinted dramatically and held his hands in front of himself, and wiggled his fingers at her like he was using Wanda’s magic. “She’s just mad that she’s getting less action than Spider-Man.” He said with a laugh.
Michelle snorted. She decided Bucky was her new best friend.
Taking his shirt off in the gym while he was training was a big mistake, judging by the sudden silence in front of him, and the various shocked faces being made by the team.
“What? Why are you guys looking at me like that?” Peter glanced down and immediately noticed what had caught everyone’s attention. There were a few hickies along his collar bone, and more trailed down his torso. There were also some along his hips that trailed beneath the waistband of his shorts. All of them still very obvious. Michelle had left at least ten of them visible without a shirt, making sure to thoroughly mark him as her own the night before. He felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He scratched the back of his neck nervously, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze. There was no way he could try to explain it away. “I thought they’d be healed by now.” Peter muttered sheepishly.
The room was still dead silent, prompting him to glance around at the others anxiously. Chaos suddenly ensued, everyone speaking at the same time.
“Hell yeah, get it Spidey.” Clint said with some congratulatory clapping, getting an eye roll from Tony.
“You better have gotten those in your own room.” Tony frowned.
“Are those… hickies?” Steve had trailed off his question, the last word was whispered like it was something scandalous.
“Are you serious?” Natasha asked Steve with an amused smirk, turning the look on Peter. “Does she have any to match?”
“A few.” A voice spoke up from the corner of the gym. Everyone turned suddenly in confusion to spot MJ sitting on one of the benches with a sketchbook in her lap and a pencil in hand. She closed it and looked up. She smirked. “Not as many as him though.”
“How long have you even been here?” Natasha asked what everyone was thinking. She was honestly impressed the girl had managed to enter the room without her noticing.
“Long enough.” She answered with a smirk directed at Peter. He frowned and seemed to come to a revelation, blush burning brighter.
“You did this on purpose.” He accused, pointing to her sketchbook.
“I thought it would be funny.” She said with a shrug, not even bothering to deny it. “And it was.”
Peter let out an indignant scoff. If at all possible, his blush grew even brighter. Everyone burst into laughter again. He gripped his shirt and walked stiffly to the door. He shot MJ a glare before sulking off muttering to himself.
“Welp.” She stood and stretched. “That about fills today’s quota of amusement at Peter’s expense.” She walked out with a smug grin.
“I like her.” Natasha said with an appraising nod.
“She is something else, huh?” Clint spoke with a hint of awe.
“Yeah.” Tony agreed. “I’m still not entirely convinced that she’s a normal human. The first time we talked she practically radiated power and intimidation.”
“She’s a teenager.” Steve said with disbelief.
“Trust me. I made her mad once and I legitimately feared for my own life.” Tony warned. He paled and seemed to be having a flashback when he shuddered and said “Never make her mad.”
Steve looked concerned. Natasha looked intrigued.
“Don’t mess with Spider-Girlfriend, got it.” Clint said with apprehension.
Nat smiled. That girl had the goddamn Avengers fearing her. She made a mental note to ask if Michelle wanted to learn the ropes, become an even more intimidating force of nature.