The Tragedy of Mary Jane Stark

Messy

"I haven't been on one of these things since last Christmas." Peter adjusted his seat.

They had to take an airplane home from Mexico to New York. Dr Strange was too busy, dealing with containing Wanda and fixing the sanctum that Mj destroyed, to make them a portal.

She also didn't want to call Happy and ask to send them a private jet, not really wanting to explain what had happened that lead them to Mexico in the first place. So with little money they had on them, including Bruce's, they bought two plane tickets home. Unfortunately for Bruce, he couldn't fit in a plane. He was having to drive in his oversized jeep all the way back to his lab in new York. Thank god he had one

"Are you nervous?" Mj put her hand on top of his. "Your getting antsy."

"Not so much nervous as I am annoyed. We are spoiled, Strange spoiled us. 6 hour flight, great." Peter sighed. "And it's so small. And someone's gonna be sitting next to me."

"You can move to the isle seat Peter it's fine. I can sit in the middle." Mj tried not to giggle. He was fidgeting like a toddler in his car seat

"No I don't want you to sit next to some random person. It will stress you out I'm fine." Peter assured her, rubbing her back.

"This whole thing has just been such a mess I'm so sorry." Mj laid her head on his shoulder.

They had minimal luggage. Dr Strange had let Peter grab stuff before taking Mj to Mexico. Peter packed a lot of his clothes... none for her. She was stuck wearing her dads old shirt that he left at Bruce's 'hulk hideout'.

Of course an old woman had to have the window seat. Not that it was a bad thing at all. Expect for the fact that she had a eucalyptus perfume. Mj could barely smell it but boy did Peter nearly vomit.

He didn't want to draw any attention to himself so he texted Mj.

Peter <3: Holy Shit I am actually going to pass out and die. 6 hours of smelling this??

thats right spiders hate eucalyptus.  now do you want to switch seats? : Mary Jane

Peter <3: That's not gonna do a thing I'm still gonna smell it. I am actually about to hold my nose for the whole flight.

Mj giggled. Peter was fighting back tears, it had to have burned so bad. He turned his head away from the woman, shoving it onto Mj's shoulder.

"I should have brought you perfume. Your natural scent isn't enough to help." He whispered against her.

"Oh yeah? What does my natural scent smell like?" Mj asked curiously. She always knew he had an advanced scene of smell, but the way he was talking made her feel like it was much more than she originally thought.

"I don't know how to describe it it just smells like you. It's sweet like a fruit but also strong like mahogany. The best way I can describe it is it smells like Mary Jane." Peter whispered.

"So individual people smell completely different to you? Why have I never known this?" Mj sleepily giggled.

"I don't know, I guess I really never told people. It makes me feel weird, like not human entirely human." Peter admitted.

"Peter you can lift a whole building off of your shoulders. You can stop a moving train. You can sleep on the ceiling if you wanted too. But having a great sense of smell is the thing that makes you not human." Mj giggled.