Do The Peacock!

by KaiserVII

Summary:

After a date and a few drinks, Peter dances for MJ in their apartment.

It’s been a busy night for Peter and MJ; not as a result of any supervillains or catastrophes, but because of all the drinking and dancing they’ve been doing all across town to celebrate their sixth anniversary. He swings with her back to their apartment, carefully so as to not make her puke.

It works, at least well enough that she can instead puke into their toilet and not on him and/or the people on the streets below.

They wash up, put on their pajamas, and Peter gently escorts MJ to bed. “Easy there.”, he tells her as he sits her down and drapes the sheets over her shoulders. “Are you okay?”

MJ gives him two thumbs up. “Peachy keen, now that we’re not swinging around the city anymore.” She takes a sip of a water bottle that Peter’s passed to her. “Still not a fan of it.”

Peter shrugs his shoulders, “It was your idea this time though.”

MJ scoffs. “Reeeeally? Noooo…” Peter nods his head and chuckles along with her. She grabs the nearby remote and turns on the television to a nature documentary about spiders. “Ew, gross.”

The minuscule peacock spider crawls through the forest, only to be met by a prospective mate, the gaze of her many eyes filled with bloodlust. There’s only two ways this confrontation can end; conception or death.

And so, the spider dances, to woo his mate and make his case for a stay of execution.

He raises his arms and steps side to side, shaking his butt to show his colors, claps his arms together. And all the other spider can do is watch, judge… and feast.

Peter smirks at the footage. “I think it’s… kinda cute.”

MJ snickers, “Ooh, do ya now?”

Peter thinks on it, but nods his head. “Yeah... yeah! Check it.” Peter gets up, cracks his knuckles, stretches his limbs… and he dances for MJ.

Peter crouches and tiptoes from side to side, slowly spinning in place. He darts his arms into the air over his head and robotically waves them like an airport marshaller. To complete the masquerade, he launches one web at his Spider-Man mask on the bed stand, and another at a pair of maracas in an open drawer. He pulls them into his grasp, puts on the mask, and softly shakes the maracas above his head.

MJ cackles at this rare sight, but playfully warns Peter, ”Don’t play too loudly, Tiger, you’re gonna wake up the neighbors!”

”Right, sorry.” He gives the maracas a final shake before flipping them back into the drawer they came from. “Oh, boy, uh…”, he spins to the ground, raises his butt in the air, and starts twerking.

MJ looks away and covers her mouth to stifle her laughter. “Oh my god.”

Peter gets down on the ground, wiggles like a worm, waves his legs in the air, leaps up and strikes a pose mid-air before landing at the foot of their bed. Between heavy exhales, he asks MJ, “What did you think?”

MJ softly claps for him. “I think… Actually, I don’t know what to think.” She yawns and sits back in bed. “I think I’m going to sleep.”

“Likewise.” Peter turns off the television, leaps into bed, and tucks himself and MJ under the covers.

“And I think I’m going to start taking dance lessons to try and keep up with you.” MJ pulls Peter’s mask off his head and plants it on his heart.

“‘Keep up’?” Peter wraps his mask into a ball and launches it into the hamper. “You’d walk all over me already!”

“Hell yeah.” MJ smiles through a yawn and closes her eyes. “Good night.”

“Good night.” Peter aims his web shooter at the light switch and fires a web at it to turn it off.

Notes:

The lesson of this story: Don't drink and swing.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 7 of A Most Marvelous AU