"I don't know if I should kill you or kiss you right now."
"Can I pick?"
#29
"Who are you?"
"Demon to some, angel to others."
Warnings: None
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MJ Jones was not an open book. She wasn't an enigma either. She was a book that you enjoyed reading, but it was far out of your lexile, so it was damn near impossible to fully understand what was going on.
That didn't stop me from wanting to learn how to read it. I worked hard to get close to MJ. She was a mystery I had to solve, no matter what it took. I would soon regret that mentality, well, regret and be extremely thankful for it.
Spider-Man wasn't New York's only hero. The Avengers originated there, Daredevil handled Hell's Kitchen, and I... helped when I could.
Born with an adoptive muscle memory, I could perfectly replicate every body motion that I ever saw. Even the impossible ones you saw in movies that were obviously fake. It was a superpower from a fluke of the universe- not a secret Russian operation, or an extremely unhealthy amount of Gamma radiation.
I was okay with not being a public hero. A news source here or there speculated about my existence and what I was able to do, but everyone was always much more focused on the bigger heroes and their problems. It also hid my questionable fighting styles. A lot of the moves I could mimic were less than safe. I never went as far as to kill anyone, but broken bones weren't uncommon. Criminals deserved it.
Leading the double life wasn't as hard as people made it out to be. At least it wasn't when you didn't make it hard on yourself. I understood that Spider-Man would handle obvious and large scale crime, Daredevil would handle the deep underworld, and I handled the inbetween. The top layers of the underworld were my strong suit, and I was good at handling it.
"Hey, MJ, do you guys have Decathlon practice tonight?" I slid into the seat across from her at the lunch table. In the past, she sat alone. Ever since homecoming, she sat a few places closer to Peter Parker and Ned Leeds. Not close enough to come off as a friend, but close enough to show she was aware of their existence.
"It's the off season, so no," MJ actually spared me a glance. It was major progress. Enough progress that I had gained the confidence to ask her-
"Do you want to come to my performance tonight? It's our first cheer competition and it's in the gym here. I just thought that-"
