Canonnudgedtotheleft Stories

With Spider-Man's eyes on her, MJ takes one of Flash's hands in her own, giving it a brief-gentle-squeeze before she lets go. Letting go. Feels like she's been doing a lot of that these past few months. She just doesn't remember what-who-she was ever hanging on for.

"Thanks for the invite. But I don't intend to grace your party with a Desmond's presence." "Oh, really?" Becky says, and the coyness of her voice sends a shiver down Damian's spine. She leans forward, one hand cupped to faux-whisper in his ear. "By the way-you're only invited, Damian, because Anya wants you there." The heat of a thousand suns rushes to Damian's face as he jerks away from Becky. "You-she-what?!" (Or: It's Becky's seventh birthday. Nothing will happen that will make Damian lose his composure. Especially not with Anya. Right?)