Mysterious Peter Parker

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— Hey, Parker! Why are you so scary, huh? You'll soon finish me off with your superhero tricks!       Summer and warm day. Michelle Jones's room. There were things scattered everywhere: on the shelves of two shelves, on the desk, on the bed, and even in the closet mixed with clothes. But most of the books that their owner loved to read still lie in their proper place, that is, on the shelves. And only a couple of mini-books lay on the floor. Usually Michelle is always careful with them. Hmm, well, but not this time.       Some guy of average height in blue and red clothes, similar in their simple pattern to a black cobweb, was sitting busily on the windowsill, perhaps now waiting for Michelle. And she looked sideways at him with a grin, as if she wanted to play a little “cat and mouse” with this guy. Well, or a staring contest, if nothing else. — Why don’t you come here to my room, huh, Parker? - Michelle asked, teasing him slightly, lazily putting one of the books lying on the floor on the shelf. — Hmm, what a mess, - Parker shook his head, looking at how a teenage girl with curly black-brown hair put another book on the shelf, - how do you even live here, in this dirt? — Heh. - Michelle Jones grinned again, straightening the sofa a little in place. She then turned to the guy, simultaneously leaning her arms on her desk and crossing the ankles of her bare feet. - Dirt in the room is common. It’s better not to get involved in this “my ideal order,” okay, loser? — Okay, okay, I understand you. If you don’t want to hear about it, then so be it, - Parker answered her, jokingly raising his hands in a “I give up” gesture.       He sat still on the windowsill, looking straight into Michelle Jones's eyes. But he didn’t stay here for long. Parker himself could not stand the heavy gaze of the lonely girl’s brown eyes and was about to fly away to save the city from the terrible monster Lanti-Kraken. Suddenly his pride as a superhero today was hurt by the girl’s following phrases: — Aha! So, you were waiting for me just for fun? And at this time the city is in trouble now, because of you and because of this stupid Kraken. Oh, yes, and one more thing: you are a huge loser and don't know how to flirt with girls. Yeah, and why are you acting so strange, huh, Parker? — Oh well. Be careful not to overdo it in teasing me. And I myself still don’t understand what’s really happening to me. But the fact that I’m a loser and don’t know how to flirt with you is correctly noted. Well, I’ll go, - the guy smiled awkwardly, answering several questions at once and winking flirtatiously at Michelle Jones. She, internally angry at Parker for such “insolent words,” showed the guy her middle finger, but he had already turned away from the girl and jumped from the window sill onto the street, using a web to climb tall skyscrapers and houses.       Michelle just sighed softly. She understands that this man named Peter Parker is trying to save America from many villains in the form of the superhero Spider-Man. And it’s not easy for him to do this. Especially when Jones herself confessed her love to Parker three days ago in London. He simply doesn’t find room now, and this was evident in his wonderful frivolity. Hmm, he was right when he said about himself. “Oh, Parker, you’re so stubborn... a loser... But plus you’re very mysterious, damn it. My hero is a loser... Oh, I love you so much...” Michelle Jones smiled sadly to herself.

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