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i.
They're in Peter's room, toys scattered across the floor, blankets piled up around them, the end credits of the movie scrolling silently down the screen. In the silence they've found their bodies pushed up against each other (almost) without noticing. They talk quietly, unspoolling the tangled net of feelings that's been building between them for a long time.
When the tension breaks, it breaks abruptly, with MJ pulling first Ned and then Peter into hungry, determined kisses. Afterwards she can't quite meet their eyes, the fear abruptly creeping up her throat.
But then Peter and Ned kiss, both with their eyes huge like they are whenever they make a huge discovery. When they reach for her with trembling hands, she grabs on tight
ii.
They're on a rooftop, doing their best to hide from the world for as long as they can. And fucking hell they're terrified, all of them. "The government man was talking about deporting Lola..." Ned whispers.
"He won't," Peter says. "He doesn't have a case--"
"And I'll kill him before he hurts you," MJ cuts in. "Either of you." Her voice is steady--not her deadpan dark humor, but something stronger, older. Maybe it should scare them, but that's just not possible.
Peter's spider sense doesn't pick up on any observers, so they're able to kiss and touch, drawing steadying breaths of one another's scents.
iii.
Peter tells them he's going to be erased from their lives, but neither MJ or Ned can imagine being able to forget this pain. They kiss him softly, take care not to worsen his injuries. His blood and tears mix with their own.
"I love you," Ned says, voice trembling. "I love you," MJ whispers, hands fisted at her sides. "I love you," Peter says, and his eyes are like broken stars.
MJ and Ned wake up in each other's arms while helicopters and rescue boats swirl around them. And neither of them can explain the strange, inescapable sense that something's missing.