Little Touch of Heaven

14

After a few hours in the pool, Peter was called in by Tony Stark. MJ, Shuri, Mantis, Rocket, and Groot were left at the pool now. Maybe thirty minutes after Peter had left, MJ decided to get out of the pool and dry off. She slipped her sundress back on, and wrung out her hair. She slid into her sandals and walked into the building, heading toward the conference room.

She wanted to see if any muffins were left from lunch, but entered to a scene with all the Avengers and Peter.

"Mr. STARK! I'm not going without saying goodbye! SPACE is far from home!" Peter yelled at Mr. Stark.

"Peter BIG DUMBASS Parker. You're coming with us, and to make it easier.." Tony said, and then Steve came and picked Peter up, and carried him out the window exit to the spaceship waiting outside. Soon everyone was gone. MJ was left standing in the doorway, rendered speechless.

MJ wanted to cry. She was so confused. Was she going to be the only one saving New York for a while?

She sulked into her area of the living quarters and found her phone.

[To Peter: Where are you?]

read 18:53

Just come home.

Was all MJ could even think at this point. She didn't know what was happening now.

*TIMESKIP*

The week the teens were supposed to stay at the Tower was over. No sign of Peter, or Ned, and, for that matter, a lot of the people she knew were gone. Flash, Mr. Harrington, Gwen. Her mother. Her favorite cousin, her aunt. Liz. Shuri, Mantis. Nebula had gone to space, following wherever Tony and his team had gone.

Showing up to school was torture, she barely knew anybody who had even survived this dusting. Betty was a consolation.

MJ walked into her very empty Environmental Science class, wearing a pair of ripped blue jeans and yellow sweatshirt, her hair unbrushed, her red Vans dirty, her eyes puffy from the constant crying.

Where was everybody?

Most days, class was filled with silence. Crying filled that noise sometimes. Their teacher had been dusted and the school admin was so sparse there was no replacement. 3 kids would sit in an empty classroom for 75 minutes and cry, or read. Most of the time MJ would zone out and watch the fish tank. 

The day would always drag on, the halls, lockers, lunchroom, PE. Everything silent. Nobody wanted to be the one to break the silence. As if it would disturb the dust of their friends, unswept, sitting on the ground in piles.. Nobody would even dare to look at one another, sometimes in fear that they would turn to dust in front of their eyes.

The streets of New York were not so crowded, the boats on the rivers were abandoned. Lights in entire skyscrapers never turned on.

Everyday, after school, MJ would make her way to the Avengers compound to talk to Nat. Some days there would be calls to anyone else who had survived. She held back her tears as the form of Rocket Raccoon came into view. Next was Carol, then Rhodey, now there was Okoye. After these calls, Nat and MJ would often sit and cry. Occasionally Steve would show up and stay for dinner. But then he was gone.

23 days into this miserable schedule, MJ was stepping out of her car and walking into the compound late at night, when a spaceship landed, and she shrieked. Peter! Oh God, she could only hope it was Peter.

She ran as fast as her tired legs would take her. Peter would probably think she was gross now. She wore tattered blue jeans, dirty purple Vans and her face was pimply and tired. She was disgusted with herself. She had become so much skinnier. She could see her ribs every time she would get ready for a shower.