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Miranda Jeferson. Peter Parkers ex-girlfriend, who he had broken up with under the impression that he would keep her safe. She had gotten caught up in his mess and ended up with a sprained ankle. Yes, it wasn't a serious injury, but she had gotten hurt because of him. Because she was helping him. Peter felt guilty.
Then he saw her in the record shop, completely healed. Looking for a new record to add to her collection. 'She loves her vinyls.' He thought to himself. Feeling someone staring at her, Miranda looked up. Directly into Peters' eyes. She glanced back down, rifling through the old albums, trying to ignore him.
Peter knew it was time to talk to her. He misses her. He worked up the courage to go up to her, feeling exactly the same way he did when the first time he spoke to her.
“Hey M.” Peter greeted.
“Hi Peter.” Miranda spoke, not looking up from the vinyls.
They stood in an uncomfortable silence until Peter spoke up again,
“So, how are you?” He asked.
“Do you really care?” She rebutted.
“I've always cared.” He answered.
“So you breaking up with me while I was in the hospital, was you caring?” Miranda snapped lowly with a scoff while moving to the next row of records.
Peter walked with her, “Yes. You got hurt because of me. I can't let that happen again. Seeing you in the hospital really put things into perspective for me, I don't ever want to see you hurt. Ever.” He stepped closer to her, putting his left hand on her right cheek. Their eyes connected, so much emotion behind them.
“I understand that, but it wasn't your choice to make.” Miranda sighed.
“I-I know. That wasn't- it wasn't fair to you.” Their faces were mere inches apart.
“I love you, Peter. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone else in this entire world. I know that because of that, I wouldn't change anything. It was just a sprain, Peter.” She leaned into his hand.
Peter leaned in and kissed her. When he pulled away, he bit his lip while letting out a low moan. Miranda wore a look of surprise.
“Why did you do that?” She quizzed, a dazed look in her eyes.
“I couldn't stop myself. How do you feel?” He asked.
“Like I want you to do it again.” Miranda spoke softly.
So he did. This time tonguing her down in the middle of the aisle. She moaned into his mouth, making him do the same.
“Hey! Buy something and leave, or just get out!” The cashier yelled at the pair.
They pulled away, laughing as they left. Miranda would go back another time. As they walked, Peter took it upon himself to start joking around…
“So you love me?” He smiled.
“I don't know what you're talking about.” She tried to play it off.
“You said you love me more than anyone else in this entire world.” Peter slung an arm around her shoulder.
“Shut up.” Miranda giggled and lightly pushed him away from her.
“I love you, too. It's just… I can't guarantee your safety if we do this again.”
“Well, it's a good thing I make my own choices. I’m choosing you, you just have to choose me.” She said smoothly.
Peter grabbed her hand, “I am choosing you. I just have to keep you out of whatever is bound to happen as best I can.”
“I agree, but if I can help you, I will.” She told him sternly.
He smiled, “Okay. Are we really doing this? We're getting back together?” He was shocked that she was even entertaining him.
“Yes. And don't you ever pull that shit again.” Miranda voiced, not leaving any room for discussion.
“Okay.” Peter laughed while pulling her into a hug, “I love you.” He avowed into her hair.
“I love you.” She breathed.
“More than you've ever loved anyone in this world.” Peter smiled widely.
Miranda pushed him off of her again. Peter cackled from behind her as she walked away.
“Come on, Baby! I was joking!” He called after her as he jogged to catch up with her. He stopped in front of her, grabbed her chin and gave her a big wet kiss. “I'm sorry. I’m done.” He chuckled.