Yuri had brushed me off and I was left alone on a rooftop, looking at the destruction below. God, I hated this feeling in my chest. We lost. I hate losing. So does everyone but now the guilt in my chest weighed heavy. Marco Davidson's life was on my shoulders and I failed him and his family... Shit.
I took a shaky breath in and swung my way back home, god I just wanted to go to bed. The sun was only just starting to set but I didn't want to feel this guilt much longer. The sky seemed to read the room and clouds covered most of the color that would usually be found in the sky. At this time I swung and slid right through my open window, landing perfectly on my feet and pulling my mask off when something feels off...
It was very quiet... But I didn't feel alone... My breath gets caught in my throat--
"MJ...? Is that you...?" A timid Olivia calls from the living room.
Shit. I fling myself into my closet and change frantically--what do I say?!?!?!
I hear shuffling from the living room to the kitchen side and then it's very quiet once more. I pull on a grey sweater and I'm only in my boxers as I step out of my closet and my spider-sense goes off, causing me to jolt to my right. When I look at what just flew at me, the knife falls from the wall to the ground. I'm hugging my arms to my chest as I look back at a wide-eyed Olivia in the doorway. I see her slowly start to realize and she puts a hand to her mouth.
"Hey! Hey! It's ok! I'm ok! I didn't realize you were here, heh."
"I didn't realize you were here!"
"Yeah-" I rub the back of my neck, "I was going to surprise MJ by--coming up the fire escape."
"Oh... I see..." Olivia is lost in thought when her eyes go wide again, "I'm so sorry!!!! It's a miracle you dodged that."
"Heh, yeah, guess I got some luck..." I laugh lightly, she returns the smile.
I look behind her and tilt my head, "where's MJ?" I rub the back of my neck.
"Oh... She left in a hurry, and told me to tell you Clinton and catch up... I'm not sure exactly, heh, something with the mob guy on the news."
My hand stops, laying on the side of my neck as I look at Olivia, confused at first until my heart starts to sink down my chest as my eyes widened, realization not hitting me until my heart hits the bottom of my stomach. "No-" I turn sharply back to my closet and grab my backpack, stuffing my suit inside.
"What's going on?!" Olivia asks as she watches me hurry.
I sling it over my shoulder and come out from my closets and grab for the first sweatpants I see, laying on the ground. I shove them on, "MJ might be in trouble..."
"Oh my god..." Olivia says.
I look up at Olivia as I pull my backpack over my shoulders, "could you stay here and just--man the fort till I get back."
"... Ok..."
"Thanks." I speed walk past her and to the front door, "see ya." I say as I close the door, hearing a small and sad 'see ya' back.
I run up the stairs of the apartment building and charge out the rooftop door, throwing my bag off and undressing once more, the cold air hits me hard and I quickly put my suit on, pulling my mask over my head as I run to the edge of the building before finally jumping.
Clinton?? What the hell are you thinking MJ?
I fumble to take out my phone, almost dropping it before quickly shooting a web at it and bringing my phone back to my hand. I then call MJ.
ring
ring
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No answer.
Jesus Christ. Please...
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That's Just The Way The World Works
Fanfiction-This is a sequel to Fight Or Flight- Spoilers ahead... New York never seems to rest as trouble only follows where Peter goes-MJ wants to be a part of something bigger than herself. The two find themselves battling themselves as they try to navigate...
