( From here ) [In between texts, Peter stares up at the sky, breathing slowly and steadily. Each breath pulls, but he thinks it's better than it was when he first pulled himself onto the rooftop.]
would you want to? isn't it heavy? you should get a pocket sized mace for school then when you say you have mace it won't be what anyone expects
you want to watch me while i'm sleeping? that's actually really sweet sweet for you anyway :)
sorta defeats the purpose of looking more intimidating holding it although gotta say that's pretty hilarious i'm going to have to see if i can snag one online
wow congrats you just made it creepy also you made me almost want to take it back almost
[The last text is sent a second before MJ's book bag comes flying haphazardly over the top of the fire escape to hit the rooftop with an audible slap. She's panting a little by the time she pulls herself the rest of the way up. The entire way to the bus stop from her house and then once she got off the last stop she ran. Something she hates doing. But then she freezes momentarily, fingers curled around the rusted metal tightly at the sight of Peter, because honestly, she's not sure if it's worse or better than she was expecting. It was hard to think when your chest felt tight at the idea of something bad having happened to someone you lo-liked a lot. No matter if you had no idea the severity of said bad thing. Scratch that. Not knowing made it worse.
Still. The panic and worry on her face is evident, though.
Swallowing hard MJ jumps over the ledge and onto the roof. Her boots slamming down in urgency with each hurried step towards him until she's able to crouch besides the chair, smiling in relief.]
[Peter's head snaps around at the sound of MJ's bag hitting the ground, but he recognizes it and relaxes back again. The chair is a lounge chair and he's sprawled in it, one arm tight around his ribs.
When she gets close, he smiles, a weak smile but a genuine one.]
Oh, hey. You look pretty. Which is not—it's just a fact.
[But he still reaches out with his other hand to tuck her hair behind her ear.]
[She counters with a sigh. The gesture of Peter tucking a hair behind her ear seems small but it causes her eyes to flutter shut briefly and her stomach to do a little flip before bursting into tiny butterflies. Yep, MJ was a goner the minute she met Peter. It only took her a few years to realize it. Better late than never. Reaching up she lays a hand over his, holding it against her face, thankful he's not worse off.]
You're gonna tell me what happened to make you fall repeatedly on your ribs, right?
[MJ asks softly, eyes opening as she shifts up to settle besides Peter's legs on the edge of lounge chair. Careful not to touch his ribs, or really anywhere else on him that might hurt, MJ lets go of Peter's hand to reach across his body and tug the bottom of his face mask up over his lips.]
I don't want you to worry. ...but it's probably too late for that, huh?
[It's definitely too late to keep MJ from worrying. And she'll just get mad if Peter doesn't want to tell her anything because he doesn't want to put her at risk.
He sits up a little, wincing, then gives up the attempt and slumps back, but he does brush his lips against her hand.]
Yeah. Little bit. I mean, worrying comes with the whole liking you thing going on.
[Before and after Europe, of course. More so after when she actually knew who he was. Now it's like whoa level worrying.
She keeps herself from cringing when he winces. Just seeing in pain hurts her and she's not the one who went a few rounds with whatever jerk decided to wallop Peter like a punching bag. Leaving the mask up enough to keep only the lower half of his face visible her thumb strokes against his cheek.]
The guy with the bird wings? Not the cool, good guy with the bird wings that I have no idea who really is or know because that would be crazy...but yeah, what about Liz's dad?
[Peter takes her hand in both of his, leaning his cheek against her fingers as he breathes, and basks a little in her presence. It means a lot that she came to find him. And it sucks that what he's going to tell her now is going to make her worry even more.]
They, I don't know how but they figured out where I'd be, and they set a trap for me, they caught me in some kind of magnetized taser net, I think it was some of that alien tech, and then they...I mean, I guess I'm lucky they didn't have guns. But they had, um. Pipes. ...they didn't even say anything. I just know who they were because I recognized one of them.
[Damn right she's going to worry more. But she has enough faith in him to handle himself, and that he's smart enough to ask for help should he need it.
Still. MJ pales. Completely. Her face falls, fingers trembling and a look of actual panic settles in her gaze for the quickest second ever before she can blink it away. Friends? Somehow she doesn't think friends is the word Peter should be using. Co-conspirators. Like minded dickbags. General fucking assholes who relate to other fucking assholes and their terrible decision making -- that's how she'd refer to them.
Oh. But then it's worse, much worse than she imagined.]
Alien tech?! Pipes?! Jesus Christ, Peter! [Conceal don't...to hell with it. MJ has too many feelings coursing through her to pretend to be unfazed. Pulling away for only a minute she looks him over, trying to spot any visible sign indicating Peter should be elsewhere. Like say...a hospital.] So they left you for-- [Nope. MJ is not saying dead. She'll leave that out there.] Or did you manage to escape before they tried to?
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[In between texts, Peter stares up at the sky, breathing slowly and steadily. Each breath pulls, but he thinks it's better than it was when he first pulled himself onto the rooftop.]
would you want to? isn't it heavy?
you should get a pocket sized mace for school
then when you say you have mace
it won't be what anyone expects
you want to watch me while i'm sleeping?
that's actually really sweet
sweet for you anyway :)
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although gotta say that's pretty hilarious
i'm going to have to see if i can snag one online
wow
congrats
you just made it creepy
also you made me almost want to take it back
almost
[The last text is sent a second before MJ's book bag comes flying haphazardly over the top of the fire escape to hit the rooftop with an audible slap. She's panting a little by the time she pulls herself the rest of the way up. The entire way to the bus stop from her house and then once she got off the last stop she ran. Something she hates doing. But then she freezes momentarily, fingers curled around the rusted metal tightly at the sight of Peter, because honestly, she's not sure if it's worse or better than she was expecting. It was hard to think when your chest felt tight at the idea of something bad having happened to someone you lo-liked a lot. No matter if you had no idea the severity of said bad thing. Scratch that. Not knowing made it worse.
Still. The panic and worry on her face is evident, though.
Swallowing hard MJ jumps over the ledge and onto the roof. Her boots slamming down in urgency with each hurried step towards him until she's able to crouch besides the chair, smiling in relief.]
You look like shit.
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When she gets close, he smiles, a weak smile but a genuine one.]
Oh, hey. You look pretty. Which is not—it's just a fact.
[But he still reaches out with his other hand to tuck her hair behind her ear.]
I'm okay. I swear. I already feel better.
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[She counters with a sigh. The gesture of Peter tucking a hair behind her ear seems small but it causes her eyes to flutter shut briefly and her stomach to do a little flip before bursting into tiny butterflies. Yep, MJ was a goner the minute she met Peter. It only took her a few years to realize it. Better late than never. Reaching up she lays a hand over his, holding it against her face, thankful he's not worse off.]
You're gonna tell me what happened to make you fall repeatedly on your ribs, right?
[MJ asks softly, eyes opening as she shifts up to settle besides Peter's legs on the edge of lounge chair. Careful not to touch his ribs, or really anywhere else on him that might hurt, MJ lets go of Peter's hand to reach across his body and tug the bottom of his face mask up over his lips.]
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[It's definitely too late to keep MJ from worrying. And she'll just get mad if Peter doesn't want to tell her anything because he doesn't want to put her at risk.
He sits up a little, wincing, then gives up the attempt and slumps back, but he does brush his lips against her hand.]
You remember Liz's dad?
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[Before and after Europe, of course. More so after when she actually knew who he was. Now it's like whoa level worrying.
She keeps herself from cringing when he winces. Just seeing in pain hurts her and she's not the one who went a few rounds with whatever jerk decided to wallop Peter like a punching bag. Leaving the mask up enough to keep only the lower half of his face visible her thumb strokes against his cheek.]
The guy with the bird wings? Not the cool, good guy with the bird wings that I have no idea who really is or know because that would be crazy...but yeah, what about Liz's dad?
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[Peter takes her hand in both of his, leaning his cheek against her fingers as he breathes, and basks a little in her presence. It means a lot that she came to find him. And it sucks that what he's going to tell her now is going to make her worry even more.]
They, I don't know how but they figured out where I'd be, and they set a trap for me, they caught me in some kind of magnetized taser net, I think it was some of that alien tech, and then they...I mean, I guess I'm lucky they didn't have guns. But they had, um. Pipes. ...they didn't even say anything. I just know who they were because I recognized one of them.
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Still. MJ pales. Completely. Her face falls, fingers trembling and a look of actual panic settles in her gaze for the quickest second ever before she can blink it away. Friends? Somehow she doesn't think friends is the word Peter should be using. Co-conspirators. Like minded dickbags. General fucking assholes who relate to other fucking assholes and their terrible decision making -- that's how she'd refer to them.
Oh. But then it's worse, much worse than she imagined.]
Alien tech?! Pipes?! Jesus Christ, Peter! [Conceal don't...to hell with it. MJ has too many feelings coursing through her to pretend to be unfazed. Pulling away for only a minute she looks him over, trying to spot any visible sign indicating Peter should be elsewhere. Like say...a hospital.] So they left you for-- [Nope. MJ is not saying dead. She'll leave that out there.] Or did you manage to escape before they tried to?