Finding MJ

#04: Broken Record

The plan had been to lay down on the bed for just a couple minutes, until Peter got done with his shower, and then go back to arguing with him about the fact that you were absolutely not going to steal his bed from him. Considering you were groggily blinking open your sleep heavy eyes as the morning sun filtered through the cracks around the thin drawstring curtain covering the windows your plan had epically failed. You must have passed out the moment your head hit the pillow.

With a groan, you sat up and winced again at the soreness on your entire left side. These injuries were going to be a real bitch. You glanced around the room, confused at a lack of Peter, and swung your legs over the side of the bed so your feet touched the cold, wooden floor. The apartment looked a little bit larger with morning light streaming in. In the corner beside where the bed was pushed against the wall, to your right, you noticed a hammock made of webs hanging from the corner walls.

"Clever." You chuckled and rubbed at your face.

You limped to the bathroom to relieve yourself and splash some water on your face. While swishing some water around in your mouth you heard the apartment door open and shut. You spat out the water and stepped out of the bathroom to find your missing roommate.

"Morning!" He greeted. Peter set two bags on the small dining table and began to unwrap the thick red scarf from around his neck. He shrugged out of his canvas jacket, leaving him in a plain long sleeve shirt, and motioned toward you, "How'd you sleep?"

"Like a baby." You replied and crossed the space. You set your hands on the back of the chair at the table. "I can't believe you slept in the makeshift hammock." Peter waved off your concern with a shrug as he began to put away a few grocery items. "It looks like you've been busy too. You must have gotten up early."

Peter chuckled, "Not too early. You're just waking up late." He pointed to the clock on the microwave and your eyes widened to see that it read '1:24'. You had slept well into the afternoon. So much for morning light. "I had a class at 7 this morning and you looked like you needed the sleep."

"Class?" You questioned.

"Yeah. Empire State University. I'm, uh, majoring in Biophysics." He shut the fridge as you let out a low whistle. The only kind of person in all the universes who could juggle being a superhero and an intense major like that was the Peter Parker kind. "Here."

Peter handed you the second bag. You peeked in to see some clothes, just a shirt and some pants, along with a couple bathroom amenities like a toothbrush, soap, and things of that sort.

"Parker⏤"

"Don't start. You needed them and I have a strong feeling if our roles were reversed you'd do the same." He raised an eyebrow at you and you knew you couldn't argue against that point. He rubbed the back of his neck, a habit you already noticed he tended to do when nervous, "I'm sorry if the clothes don't fit perfect, I kind of guessed on the size. I figure you can just borrow one of my jackets. I have a few."

You couldn't bite back the grin adorning your face, "It's official. You're my hero."

"Well, I am your friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man." Peter held his hands out and mimicked a small bow. He hopped up to sit on the counter and grabbed the bottle of whatever he was drinking from beside him, "What's your first guess on where a wizard would live in this universe?"

You shrugged, "I know where the Sanctum is in my universe. I guess I'll just try to go to the same address and see if I get lucky? If that doesn't work then I'm sunk."

"Alright," Peter crossed his arms, "Once you're ready then we can head out."

"You're not busy today?"