Memories of Home

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MJ was in and out. A dangerous cocktail thanks to a pounding headache, whatever that woman had slipped into her bloodstream, and from being thrusted into the sky again in the arms of a stranger. Well...considering this was the second time this had happened she guessed he technically wasn't a stranger anymore.

With every pull of gravity she clung closer....her legs wrapping around and arms trying to cling as much as her body would allow.

"Hey...spider dude. Do you think you could not...bounce as much...maybe.." She slurred as her head bobbed about. If she wasn't going to be sick before this would definitely do it.

She felt him stiffen.

"Yeah..yeah of course. I know. It gets bumpy up here...I promise we're almost there...Come here.." He paused to tuck her head into his shoulder and kept his free one to hold her still as he attempted to smooth out, but he wouldn't slow down. Not until she was safe.

"Just try to close your eyes and hold tight, we'll be there soon I promise." He tried to keep the worry out of his voice.

She didn't respond, but simply squeezed her eyes shut, relishing at the feel of the heat of his neck against her face, against the cold wind whipping at the other side of her and all around her.

Her nose nuzzled closer in the crook of his neck, drifting mindlessly along the base of his throat, and she vaguely felt his grip tightening around her waist even further at the small movement. His breath quickened.

But she didn't mind that. His smell...like a crisp morning, clear, and with notes of ....sweet cinnamon. Cinnamon was her favorite.

Did he know that? I should tell him... she deliriously laughed to herself.

It was the smell that haunted her dreams. Enough that she couldn't get away from it...she didn't know how it started, but it was bad enough that she even put it in her coffee. Ever since....before she could remember. Something about it was comforting. Like it had been part of a routine she couldn't place.

She had only met one other person besides her that liked it. That guy Peter. Peter seemed to appreciate that about her.

She wondered if that was something this masked hero would appreciate about her. Would he even want to know anything about her? Did he have some other masked lover waiting out there for him?

She wanted him to though. She wanted him to know her.

All these thoughts passed through her head against her better judgement as she stayed in his arms, until suddenly she felt him slow down.

They jostled against the side of a brick building, she realized as she peeked one eye open praying for an end to the jostling. But before she could look around too much, Peter placed a gloved hand over her eyes.

His breath brushed across her face he was so close, since he was still the only thing keeping her upright as they scaled the side of a building.

Right. Building. Hanging like monkeys.

She fisted her fingers in his suit tighter.

"Okay - it's not like I live in a secret lair or anything" He muttured, "but...it's probably best if you don't know where we are. Safer for you."

She breathed against the feel of his fingers on her face, she hadn't felt this much touch in so long. She hadn't realized.

"I'll keep my eyes closed, I promise."

She shut her eyes, and felt his hands moving slowly away after a moment, she couldn't help but already feel disappointed in its absence..

He couldn't believe what was happening as he carefully moved her into his place through the window.