Spider-Gwen 3 || The Fall

Perfect || Mary-Jane Watson

"Keep your head still; I'll be your thrill"

-All The Small Things, blink-182

"Where are they at??"

"I don't know!!"

MJ Watson nervously paced around the roof of a small building off of West 34th Street, anxiously looking towards the south end of Manhattan for any sign of Gwen and Miles showing up. All she could see were buildings slowly being eaten away by the flames, with the sun beginning to fall below the horizon in the distance.

I'm at the right place... right?? MJ thought, her pacing growing more frantic as she weighed the possibility that she'd gone with Ganke to the wrong building-nothing in her memory suggested she'd done so, and her eyes nervously looked over at the male that had accompanied her.

"I feel like they should've made it here by now..." MJ trailed off, her fingers running up her threads of hair as she felt anxiety beginning to creep in. It hadn't even been 24 hours since she'd lost one of her two best friends, and right now it seemed as if she was on the verge of losing the other.

Ganke, for his part, seemed as if he was doing his absolute best to be a source of stability and composure for MJ. He kept a straight face, sitting on MJ's bass guitar amp while watching her pace around the rooftop. "I'd say they're trying to be fashionably late." He quipped, making MJ pause her panicking and bite back a smile. 

Ugh, he's too funny for his own good...

"Look, they'll be here." Ganke said, continuing to have a calm tone in his voice. "Each of them has gotten out of jams on their own... and now they're working together!" He reminded her. "I mean, if you think about it... what reason to we have to believe that they're not going to be here?"

While her expression still looked frazzled, the redhead paused to contemplate what he'd said. She'd seen both Gwen and Miles work their way out of trouble numerous times in the past week alone-so why was she immediately going negative and believing that something terrible had happened?

To answer her question, a fresh memory raced through her mind-seeing Felicia give MJ a sad yet determined look and tell her to get the injured Gwen out of the fires while the brunette guitarist stayed behind. Thinking about that tragic moment made MJ feel queasy, and she blinked as misty tears gathered over her eyes. Even though Felicia's sacrifice had emboldened MJ to again take a risk by helping Gwen set up a trap for Venom, it was making her question if she had the same resolve as her departed friend-

"MJ?" Ganke piped up, noticing the swing in emotions and standing up. "Hey... what are you thinking about?" He asked, quickly getting to the heart of the matter.

MJ quickly wiped her eyes on her sleeve, taking a deep breath. "Nothing." She blurted, trying to avoid discussing her thoughts. "Might be the smoke getting in my eyes." The swiftness of the added excuse made MJ feel confident that Ganke would buy her story and let her off the hook.

However, it seemed to take Ganke one glance at her face to get him to think otherwise. "Nuh-uh, what's really going on?" He questioned, and MJ stood still.

"I, um..."

"Smoke doesn't make someone cry enough to mess up their makeup." Ganke told MJ, and the redhead used a hand to wipe her face off in embarrassment. Apparently she had mascara tracks beginning to form on her cheeks.

"Didn't... didn't notice." She muttered, wiping her hand off on her jeans. MJ wanted to keep acting like nothing was going on, but it was too late. Her emotions were forcing her lips to pout ever so slightly, which, when combined with the tears she shed, would be enough for anyone to know that she was going through it.