Mary-Jane rolled over on her bed, lying on her back with her head hanging off the bed, strands of her dark red hair falling freely. She released a slow and long breath, bored to tears by the lack of anything going on in her life at that present moment. Her Aunt Anna had gone to hang out with Peter's Aunt May, leaving her alone in the apartment to fester in her own emotions.

"Well then Ms. Watson..." she mumbled "Are you gonna do something today?" She lifted her head up, looking to see where she had left the random items she'd been playing with. There were three linked, slightly bent paper clips, an instructions sheet from the last box of hair dye she'd bought, her phone lying discarded on the bed, having been disassembled and reassembled four times, and a notebook of high school scribblings she'd done when trigonometry had gotten that extra shade of dull.

"I could call someone to hang out with?" she suggested, lifting her hand up above her head and staring at it "But... I don't have anyone's number from here... just moved remember?" With a frustrated sigh she sat up on the bed and crossed her legs, wishing she'd asked for Twilight or Peter's number the previous night, she'd love to hang out with them today, the summer sun was warm and the New York atmosphere had her constantly energized and excited.

Then a thought struck her.

There was one method she knew of to track down one of them. To track down Peter. It was an old method, ancient to the modern day. A ceremony performed in front of an old dusty tome that would allow her to siphon the information about Peter she needed to track him down. The ceremony itself was time consuming and required a great deal of patience and temperance, but if she was successful then she would be able to save herself from boredom.

"Right" she grunted, getting off the bed "Where does Aunt Anna keep the phone book?"

Peter sat with his legs crossed on the top of the porch extension they'd built a few years ago. In his hand was a S.H.I.E.L.D brand pen with a SITREP form in front of him, to get his side of the Electro story, having been instructed by Fury to complete it and hand it back to him before the end of the week.

"Why is it that no matter where I go, how far I run and how hard I fight I can never escape these fucking homework assignments?" Peter asked irritably "I can't even type it up either" He adjusted himself to sit with one leg hanging over the edge of the roof as he began to scrawl down all of the locations the fights had taken place in and how they went down. His Aunt May was out with Mary-Jane's Aunt Anna, leaving him to be bored and alone the entire day, with Twilight and Harry off on one of their fancy dates and leaving Peter the Puny Cave Troll to sit in his secluded lair and play video games.

"I showed them though" he said proudly "I'm outside now, in the sunshine!" He allowed himself a quick grin of victory before slowly placing a palm to his face and groaning loudly.

"I seriously need a girlfriend" he sighed "That or a better joke reel out of costume" He attempted to continue writing the report before the house phone rang loudly, making him groan angrily at the fact he had to get up and crawl back inside his bedroom window and get the phone from downstairs, the front door being locked and his key being in his other jeans. He sprinted inside and grabbed the phone, hitting the answer button and holding it to his ear.

"Yello?" he asked.

"Wow, don't tell me you seriously answer the phone like that?" a familiar female voice asked from the other end.

"... MJ?" Peter asked "Is that you?"

"Hey Tiger, how're you doing?" Mary-Jane asked sweetly.

"I'm good thanks" Peter nodded "How, if you don't mind me asking, did you get my home number?"

"Phone book" came the simple response.

"You still have one of those?" Peter asked before correcting himself "Those still exist?"

"Its out of date by a few years now but your family has lived in that house for a long time right?" Mary-Jane asked.

"Indeed they have, twenty-seven years if I know my numbers" Peter answered "So what d'you need?"

"I figured, y'know, since our Aunts' are out doing old lady stuff, and we're sat at home bored, if you wanted to do something today?" Mary-Jane proposed. Peter's face lit up like a Christmas tree upon hearing the request and he nodded, unsure as to why as Mary-Jane couldn't see his actions.

"Yeah sure, that'd be great" Peter said "Now where should we go?"

"Well let me just throw it out that I'm new here and don't know many places... how about a tour for me?" Mary-Jane asked.

"Awesome, that sounds like fun... and I might be able to get a few shots for the Daily Bugle to run this new stupid spread Jonah's given me to work on" Peter grinned "Where about's d'you wanna meet?"

"D'you wanna come pick me up?" Mary-Jane asked "In the loosest sense of the word, with you not having a car n'all"

"Sure, its a date" Peter agreed.

"Slow donw there Tiger, you're taking me on a tour of the city, not for dinner and a movie" Mary-Jane chuckled, much to Peter's discontent "We'll start with this and see where we go from there, okay Hotshot?"

"Alright, sorry if I came across a little strong there" Peter sighed, rubbing the back of his neck "I've got this really bad mental condition known as 'stupidity' that makes me say some dumb things every so... all the time" Mary-Jane chuckled at he joke, letting Peter know that she wasn't offended by the previous statement.

"Very funny Tiger... now, if you're ready you can come meet me now" Mary-Jane suggested.

"Sure, I'll swing by soon" Peter said happily.

"Are you forgetting something there Petey?" Mary-Jane asked playfully.

"No... not that I can think of" Peter said "I completed all the recommended steps in the Idiot's Guide to Hot Girls handbook that I'm totally not referencing and that this is all coming from my natural talent and suave demeanour"

Peter coughed at the end of the sentence.

"Yes, very smooth Petey, now how about asking me where I live first?" Mary-Jane asked in an amused tone. Peter was silent for a long second before his voice came through in a wounded tone.

"Whoops, looks like two of the pages got stuck together..." he said slowly before picking up his tone again "So yeah MJ, where abouts do you live?"

Smooth Parker. Smooth like a broken brick.

Peter had decided to forgo a jacket for nearly the first time in his teenage years, deciding to stick with his combo of light blue shirt and dark blue, long-sleeved under shirt with his camera in a small bag on his hip. He walked up the last few stairs to Mary-Jane's apartment before knocking lightly on the door.

"Number forty-two" Peter said, reading the number aloud "Good number" The door swung open a few moments later and Mary-Jane stood there with a smile on her face, her red hair matte and thickened this time around instead of the straightened appearance it had the previous night. She wore a black jacket and a green shirt with a pair of blue jeans.

"Hey Tiger" she said with a nod "Where're you taking me first?"

"I figured we could go to the hub of New York City, Central Park" Peter shrugged "Its the number one place to see the amazing, spectacular sights of nature in the big city and the rampant amount of lunatics we get here"

Though hopefully none of the super-powered kind.

Mary-Jane looked at him for a long second before nodding contentedly.

"Sounds like great fun, shall we go?" Mary-Jane asked.

"Indeed we shall" Peter nodded, stuffing his hands into his pockets as Mary-Jane locked the door and stuffed the keys into her pocket, the two of them beginning to walk. Next Chapter: Major Trouble Estimated time remaining: 8 Hours, 35 Minutes