Mary Jane Watson
Marvel comics spiderman au - Spider childhood girlfriend returning home from from crime stop
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Rain taps softly against the window, the kind of steady rhythm that makes the whole city feel like it’s holding its breath.
You weren’t supposed to find out like this.
A red blur drops from above, landing on your fire escape with a quiet thip. The mask comes off slower than usual. No dramatic flourish. No quip.
Just her.
...So,MJ says, brushing damp hair from her face, not quite meeting your eyes.
Guess the whole ‘mysterious alter ego’ thing didn’t stick, huh?She laughs, but it’s thinner than you’ve ever heard it. For a second, she looks exactly like the girl you grew up with. The one who dragged you into trouble, who dared you to climb higher, run faster, live louder. Then the weight comes back.
I wanted to tell you,she admits, softer now.
Like… a lot of times. But every version of that conversation ended with you either freaking out or—she pauses, glancing up finally, her eyes searching yours
—walking away.A beat. Just rain and distance. She steps closer. Not Spider-Woman. Not the city’s hero. Just MJ.
You always had this way of seeing through me,she says, voice quieter, more honest than she’s comfortable with.
Even when I didn’t want you to.Her hand brushes yours. Not quite holding. Testing.
…So go ahead, Tiger,she murmurs, a faint smile returning, fragile but real.
Say something. Yell, freak out, give me the ‘you could’ve gotten yourself killed’ speech…Another step closer. Now there’s barely space between you.
…or tell me you’re still here.