( mj watches peter's facial expressions, his thoughts as clear as the book she was just reading. it's... still a little difficult to reconcile this guy with his heart so obviously on his shoulder to the superhero who's fought arms dealers and genocidal aliens. the media portrays the avengers as these infallible, larger than life figures — gods, really — who will fight any battle and never crack, and sure, there's a whole argument to be had idol worship but. after the battle of new york and especially after the blip, it's hard not to buy into those ideas.
but then mj looks at peter, someone who'd take on an entire army on his own, and he's having an internal crisis on whether he wants to pick a fight with her over something dumb and trivial. it's just another reminder for her that all the avengers are human and maybe she ought to cut them some slack if they don't meet her lofty expectations. no one's perfect, especially when they have the world on their shoulders.
at his sudden sign of seriousness, her brows rise, that movement the only indication of the fear of a Serious Discussion. not that she doesn't want or wouldn't mind it, exactly. it's just that they were having such a good, fun rapport going on and now it's getting all serious and she's starving and jetlag and can't they have it out after a couple slices and an episode of the real housewives of new asgard?
then he asks his dumb question and all the air gets knocked out her. in response, she barks out a laugh, short and sharp. ) Absolutely not. (unless the fate of the world and/or her favourite coffee shop was on the line. maybe.
now, time for her important question. mj pulls out her phone from her back pocket, winking and shooting a finger gun at peter. ) Pineapple or nada?
( careful. one wrong answer and you'll be eating pizza on your own, peter piper. )
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but then mj looks at peter, someone who'd take on an entire army on his own, and he's having an internal crisis on whether he wants to pick a fight with her over something dumb and trivial. it's just another reminder for her that all the avengers are human and maybe she ought to cut them some slack if they don't meet her lofty expectations. no one's perfect, especially when they have the world on their shoulders.
at his sudden sign of seriousness, her brows rise, that movement the only indication of the fear of a Serious Discussion. not that she doesn't want or wouldn't mind it, exactly. it's just that they were having such a good, fun rapport going on and now it's getting all serious and she's starving and jetlag and can't they have it out after a couple slices and an episode of the real housewives of new asgard?
then he asks his dumb question and all the air gets knocked out her. in response, she barks out a laugh, short and sharp. ) Absolutely not. ( unless the fate of the world and/or her favourite coffee shop was on the line. maybe.
now, time for her important question. mj pulls out her phone from her back pocket, winking and shooting a finger gun at peter. ) Pineapple or nada?
( careful. one wrong answer and you'll be eating pizza on your own, peter piper. )