Lost Home

Comforting

I sniffled pathetically, "I thought you'd left, like, like Mr. Stark, and, and.."

She embraces me, hugging me close as she begins to cry as well, and we both slump onto the concrete floor of the living room.

"I'm sorry; I should've told you. I should of thought... oh my god. There is not a single person on this earth over the age of, like, 7, who isn't traumatized. I should've known."

MJ pauses for a second, as though considering, "You know, my dad attempted suicide twice, before shooting himself. That's what I've been told anyway. My mom wasn't like this... before Thanos."

I stop sniffling, intent on catching every word of her mumbles. She doesn't open up that often, and I'll take everything I can get.

She hugs me close and I remind her that it wasn't her fault, and there was no way she could've defeated known that I would be such a baby about it.

She reminds me that I'm not being a baby.

"I'm gonna go and get the noodles k? They're going to burn; I thought you said you could cook."

Michelle stands up and gives me a mock salute before going to get the instant ramen taken care of.

I stand up to go get the flowers.

I come back with the flowers and two towels.

MJ has finished cooking (?) dinner (ish) and is pouring out the pot of water into the sink.

When she's done I swing the towel over her shoulders, tying it in a knot over her chest; I'm already wearing mine.

"Look! My hero!"

I pretend to swoon when she turns to me, and I bat my eyelashes and start requesting (dramatically) for an kiss, "Please! You're my favorite superhero ever, and I'm finally getting to meet, uh..., towel girl!"

"Sorry, no. I'm dating Spiderman, you know, the dork who wears PJs as a superhero costume?"

"Hey!"

"It's true." She smirks, and I grumble.

"That's why I'm protesting. Though if you really want to talk stupid costumes; have you seen daredevil? Like, close up? He wears something that looks suspiciously like dyed-red tinfoil. Except without the shine."

"Hmm, I thought it was made of cotton; always assumed he sewed it himself."

That's when I pull out the bouquet, "Kiss me now, towel girl?"

I waggle my eyebrows, or attempt to, and nearly fall over when MJ hugs me.

"Not what I was going for, but it works."

She snorts and squeezes me, "Just don't tell Spiderman, K?"

Then the fake ramen starts smelling really good. And my stomach starts grumbling.

"Come on, let's get dinner."

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"Goodnight MJ. See you in the morning."

"Yup, goodnight spider-boy."

"Towel Girl."