well this took too long.
Inktober and NaNoWriMo are over now though so I might update a little more often *shrug*
anyway Loki season two has been great and OB is a bean child and Timely is a bean child and i'm crying after episode 4 and please no finale spoilers i haven't gotten there yet
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POV: Peter
Decathlon practice goes pretty well. MJ is mildly surprised that I'm there but she doesn't comment.
"How goes it with your Stark Internship?" She asked after practice. I shrugged.
"Pretty good?"
"So. I saw your panic texts?" she said, showing me her open phone. I cringed.
Peter: HELP
Peter: I JUST FOUGHT SOME HYDRA BOIS
Ned: WHAT?!?!?
Peter: nvrmind they were actually just some jerks
Peter: I beat them
Peter: But also Loki almost made one bleed out so that's fun
Ned: ...
Peter: Update: So I kind of just filled up Avenger's Tower with plastic zebras
Ned: what
Peter: and broke the fridge
Peter: and put magnets on Bucky's arm
Ned: ...
Ned: wot
Peter: All right help
I finished reading the text chain and managed a little smile.
"Did everything work out okay or did you get fired?" she asked. I shrugged.
"No one died?"
"And?"
"I went to an Asgardian funeral?"
"What happened to no one died?" she asked, looking kind of surprised. It hadn't occurred to me that a funeral might entail death. Oh well.
"I mean... no one really died. It was supposed to be... ten years ago?" I said. "But Mr. Loki missed it so we had another. It was Mr. Barton's idea, but I think everyone came."
"Wacky," MJ said, probably deciding not to ask any more. "Anyways, you finally came to Decathlon practice."
I nodded. "Mr Stark says we were going to do Patrol after, but I don't-"
Spider-sense- or Peter-tingle, as aunt may called it- cuts me short.
I ducked, pulling MJ down with me. She tripped and ended up on the ground flat on her back. A measly pencil flew through the spot we just were.
Good thing I pulled her down, though, because if only I'd ducked, it could've actually dealt some damage to her eyes.
I was kind of lying on the ground, too, because I managed to remember a second soon enough that Peter Parker could not manage to do the spidey-esque acrobatics I was about to do.
Flash Thompson stared in confusion as the pencil hit one of the club directors in the back of the head. I pulled MJ out of the way and we both got up a little ways away so we weren't blamed for the absolute mess that would ensue.
There was a little bit of shouting and protesting, and we looked back and watched it for a bit, tried not to enjoy it that much, and left before Flash could start pointing fingers.
"Did Loki teach you that?" MJ asked once we were outside the school. I shrugged.
"No?"
"A likely story," she said, giving me a smirk. I was about to say something when Mr. Stark pulled up and I decided to just avoid the question.
"Bye," I said, waving even though she was like a foot away from me. She nodded.
"See ya."
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ok im sorry this took sooo looongggg--
and that it's short but hey it's something.
anyways I'll probably do stuff more next week (break ^^) and in january bc nothing happens in january except what i want yessss *eyes spontaneously combust*
anyway have a nice day, merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah, have a good Kwanzaa, a wonderful Diwali, happy new year, Boxing day, Zarathosht Diso, Yule, Bodhi day, or whatever else you celebrate (and if i missed your holiday please tell me so I can spend hours researching that instead of my science class (you think it's a joke but noooooo))
cya *hopefully* soon
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