I'm going to take my hands away now, alright? The big reveal, [ peter says, half a grin pulling at the corners of his lips. it's a view he's seen countless times before and it never quite manages to stop being breathtaking. it only makes sense that he'd share it with her. there's a breath of a pause and peter glances down. it's so funny to think that he'd been scared of heights once upon a time.
he hums. it's a contemplative, teasing noise, then— ] No, I don't think you're ready.
[ I'm ready! I'm totally ready! the woman — mj says. he can feel her eyelashes fluttering against his gloves, and he shifts his pinky fingers slightly to allow a sliver of light to pass through. ]
You say you're ready, but you're not... [ the teasing tone remains. he thinks mj must have an inkling — the air is different up here: it's colder, windier, and the noise of the city below is distant enough that it's hard to believe they're in manhattan without seeing it.
(speaking of—) ] But after I went to trouble of getting us up here, [ he continues, slyly, before whipping his hands away from her face and dropping them to her shoulders to make sure she doesn't fall. ] —We're going to have to work together to get down. [ he finishes with a laugh. he thinks his words have got lost with the sharp inhale of breath mj takes as she takes in the view.
oh my god, peter! she exclaims, and he can't help but feel a little smug. it's just spider-man things, you know? he doesn't say that—
peter, this view— she says, it's— thank you for this, she finishes, cupping his face in her hand and pulling his cheek towards her lips.
(yep, there's that smug feeling again—.) the corners of his lips pull even further upwards into a grin and he tries to stay quiet, tries not to say anything, tries to just enjoy the moment, but then mj pulls away from him and leans forward. she inhales again, sharply, and there's a pause before she exhales loudly and audibly—
man!
and he laughs, again. ] There are brief and fleeting moments where my life is totally awesome, yes. [ he acknowledges, hands sliding from her shoulders down her back and resting on her hips.
she extends a hand and runs it through her hair, brushing her fringe up and away from her face and there's a fleeting thought that maybe he should have brought a hair tie.
"seriously, tiger! this is the greatest view of the city ever! it's all spread out down there, you know? so tiny and perfect, it looks like an entire world of possibility just waiting for us."
it's not the grandest moment — as far as these things go, it's quite a small moment: how many buildings and rooftops has peter taken mj to before? he's lost count, but each time it's like they find something new to love about their life together and the city.
he wishes he could take her out for expensive dinners, to fancy shows and to extravagant events, but he can't. what he can do is this, and he thinks that as long as they have these moments, their life is as perfect as he needs it to be. ]
—quentin
I'm going to take my hands away now, alright? The big reveal, [ peter says, half a grin pulling at the corners of his lips. it's a view he's seen countless times before and it never quite manages to stop being breathtaking. it only makes sense that he'd share it with her. there's a breath of a pause and peter glances down. it's so funny to think that he'd been scared of heights once upon a time.
he hums. it's a contemplative, teasing noise, then— ] No, I don't think you're ready.
[ I'm ready! I'm totally ready! the woman — mj says. he can feel her eyelashes fluttering against his gloves, and he shifts his pinky fingers slightly to allow a sliver of light to pass through. ]
You say you're ready, but you're not... [ the teasing tone remains. he thinks mj must have an inkling — the air is different up here: it's colder, windier, and the noise of the city below is distant enough that it's hard to believe they're in manhattan without seeing it.
(speaking of—) ] But after I went to trouble of getting us up here, [ he continues, slyly, before whipping his hands away from her face and dropping them to her shoulders to make sure she doesn't fall. ] —We're going to have to work together to get down. [ he finishes with a laugh. he thinks his words have got lost with the sharp inhale of breath mj takes as she takes in the view.
oh my god, peter! she exclaims, and he can't help but feel a little smug. it's just spider-man things, you know? he doesn't say that—
peter, this view— she says, it's— thank you for this, she finishes, cupping his face in her hand and pulling his cheek towards her lips.
(yep, there's that smug feeling again—.) the corners of his lips pull even further upwards into a grin and he tries to stay quiet, tries not to say anything, tries to just enjoy the moment, but then mj pulls away from him and leans forward. she inhales again, sharply, and there's a pause before she exhales loudly and audibly—
man!
and he laughs, again. ] There are brief and fleeting moments where my life is totally awesome, yes. [ he acknowledges, hands sliding from her shoulders down her back and resting on her hips.
she extends a hand and runs it through her hair, brushing her fringe up and away from her face and there's a fleeting thought that maybe he should have brought a hair tie.
"seriously, tiger! this is the greatest view of the city ever! it's all spread out down there, you know? so tiny and perfect, it looks like an entire world of possibility just waiting for us."
it's not the grandest moment — as far as these things go, it's quite a small moment: how many buildings and rooftops has peter taken mj to before? he's lost count, but each time it's like they find something new to love about their life together and the city.
he wishes he could take her out for expensive dinners, to fancy shows and to extravagant events, but he can't. what he can do is this, and he thinks that as long as they have these moments, their life is as perfect as he needs it to be. ]