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MJ thought you had finally lost it.
At first, she hadn’t believed you when you told her that footprints were being left on the glass of your bedroom window each night while you slept. When she realized that Peter Parker lived in the apartment above yours, however, she immediately knew who was behind it.
Not that she could tell you, of course. She couldn’t just reveal Peter’s biggest secret just because you were tired of buying a new bottle of Windex every week. Now, however, she was thinking that it might be better that you knew Peter’s secret as she watched you set up a cheap motion detector on your fire escape.
But then again... this could be rather entertaining.
When you turned back to her with a loud sigh, she raised her eyebrows, and asked, “You sure about this?”
“Not really,” you said, “but it’s all I got right now... so I’m gonna go with it.”
MJ gave you a slow nod, “This is the weirdest sleepover I’ve ever been to.”
“Isn’t this the only sleepover you’ve ever been to?”
MJ narrowed her eyes at you, and muttered, “Not the point. Can we actually go to sleep now? It’s almost midnight and we have a test tomorrow.”
You let out a dramatic groan, “Ugh! Fine! I can’t believe you’re secretly a dork.”
MJ rolled her eyes before throwing a pillow at you with a smirk, “Whatever. I’m not the one setting up a stakeout in their bedroom.”
Surprisingly, you let her have the last word, too focused on your goal of catching the so-called ‘Window Wrongdoer’. As the two of you climbed beneath your blankets, MJ couldn’t help but wonder how Peter was going to react to his latest adversary.
MJ woke up with a start. She blinked repeatedly as her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness of your bedroom. She quickly turned on the lamp that sat by your bed. She frowned at the sight of you disappearing through your window and running up the fire escape.
She quickly realized what was happening. She quietly sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned off your bedside lamp, “Parker, you moron.”
While your friend tried to return to her peaceful slumber, you were far too busy wrapping your hand around the ankle of your archrival. Pulling hard, you and the figure tumbled to the landing of the fire escape with a loud THUD!
“What the—?”
“Dude, stop fucking up my window!”
Scrambling to his feet, Peter felt the eyes of his mask widen. He held his hands up in defense. He recognized you from school, but wasn’t sure of your name, only that you were friends with MJ... and that you were pissed.
“I—uhm—!” he stuttered. “What?!”
“Oh, please!” you exclaimed. “You heard what I said! Look, I know you’re a hero and everything, and believe me, I appreciate what you do, but stop leaving footprints on my window! I’m tired of wasting so much money on glass cleaner, asshole!”
Peter looked down at where you were pointing. Despite your bedroom window being up, he could clearly see what you were talking about. There were footprints on the glass. And honestly, he didn’t blame you for being upset. May probably would’ve killed him for doing that to their own apartment.
“I’m sorry!” he apologized, placing his hands on your shoulders. “I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Well, maybe, from now on, you can use the stairs,” you scoffed, before stepping away and forcing his hands to return to his sides. “If it happens again, I will find out which apartment you’re in, Spidey. That’s a promise.”
The masked hero nodded frantically. You almost smiled when he gave you a salute. Almost.
You turned, descending the fire escape and climbing through your bedroom window. You quickly climbed back into your bed with a satisfied sigh, “Got that settled.”
“Good,” muttered MJ, her face smushed up against one of your pillows. “Now you can finally shut up about it. It’s literally three o’clock in the morning.”
You conceded to her demands and quickly fell asleep. The next evening, you arrived home later than usual. Opening your curtains to look at the setting sun, you found a note, along with a twenty dollar bill, taped to your window.
‘Sorry for making you buy so much Windex. Hopefully this covers it! - SM, the Footprint Fiend’