“Stealing and eating everyone’s glue. Yuck!” Lexi said sticking her tongue out and shaking her head. That was a horrid first memory of a kiss. The kid’s mouth was filled with glue and he grabbed her face, much like she did Peter’s and planted a big fat one on her in the middle of the playground. She had shoved him off and ran away screaming in terror. Funny, she didn’t have that reaction to kisses now. She didn’t have that reaction with Spider-Man and she knew she wouldn’t have that reaction with Peter.

His humor was his best weapon against her; she found it quirky, charming and actually funny. A small giggle left her as he made mention of kissing the mop, clearly she knew he was joking but she did notice that he inched closer and closer to her onto the little love seat they were on. Her arm moved and placed the bottle of Pepsi on the end table that was behind her, her back resting gently against the armrest as he got closer. Her heart was pounding in her chest, ringing in her ears and her fear was that he could heart it. Face still red, but not from the movie kiss anyone she watched him closely; his soft brown eyes seemed to be twinkling with some form of mischief. Holding her breathe she felt him lean in and his lips pressed gently against hers. 

Head spinning, heart fluttering and breathing nearly stopping; Lexi felt more intensity from this kiss than she did with Spider-Man; most likely due to more developed and longer standing feelings for Peter. As he leaned into it, so she did, her hands traveled up his arms and onto his chest finding his tie; grabbing a hold of it lightly, she gave it a pull and brought him closer to her, not fearing the experience happening but embracing it to its fullest. She wasn’t going to let him get away that easily and she surely wasn’t going to let him think that she wasn’t enjoying herself.

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The Roger’s home was relaxed, Angela was reading a book and Mark was typing away on his laptop; just a typical evening at their house as they waited for either a phone call or the arrival home of their daughter. A small sigh left Angela as she turned the page in her book, her attention moved up to Mark as she gave him a small grin. “Do you remember our prom night?”

Mark’s blue eye flicked up from his computer, a smile curled his fine lips as he shut the lip of his laptop and leaned back in the chair. “I remember you really didn’t want to go with me, and it took me three weeks to convince you to.”

“Well a girl can’t play easy to get. You got to make a man work for it.”

“And you made me work for it hard; everything since you has been easier than pie.” Mark said with a chuckle as he slid out of his seat and offered his wife his hand. “May I have this dance?”

“Oh my, what a gentleman.” Angela said playfully taking his hand and standing up as she set her book down on the coffee table. The couple shared a brief moment of dancing before the wind outside their home picked up to the point of intensity. Confusion moved across Angela’s face and as much as she didn’t want to break the cute moment with her husband, she had to. “Mark, they didn’t protect intense winds did they?”

“No…” He said softly as he turned to follow his wife’s gaze. It wasn’t long before the two were outside, the wind wiping like wildfire and stinging their faces as the two began to look around to try and find on earth was causing it. Soon their attention turned upward hearing a cynical laugh. To the couple’s horror, something was hovering above their house, causing it to shake and rumble; he… he had arrived.