he’s still learning to adjust to life with that odd sense whenever something went wrong, still learning to trust the sudden goosebumps that flared to life when danger lurked. peter’s lips are pressed into a thin line; the dude in the hoodie had taken a handful of sharp turns to keep on their tail, and that sense told peter that whatever he was planning … well it couldn’t be good. his focus drifted back to mj, linking their arms as she slid closer. right now, he had to focus on getting her to safety, so spidey could take care of this creep.
“ ‘m sorry, didn’t wanna WORRY you without good reason. ” brow furrowed, glance spared at their mystery man. “ but he’s been behind us a solid ten minutes. and i’ve just got this feeling … ”
“ 'm guessing it’s not a fuzzy feeling. ” suppose she can’t fault him for that; as much as things like to go wrong, it would be a lie to say some worries were born out of what-ifs, and unfounded. at least she’s not alone this time, and that is part of the reason she asked him along, anyway; two against one seemed like better odds, just in case. as much as she hopes for the best [ . . . ] preparing for the worst is an all too fond past-time.
without missing a beat, mj slips her hand in his, making it easier to pull him in the direction she wants. the good thing about working one too many graveyard shifts? plenty of time to get familiar with the bad parts of the neighborhood, and they happen to close by to the moondance diner. twenty-four-seven service and the smell of shit coffee never sounded so good. it’s not far, and she knows the guys on duty tonight; they barely look up from their phones when the door chimes open, leading him back behind the kitchen, just in case. hiding out in a food pantry probably isn’t the most original spot ever, but it felt better than the street, at least.
“ saw a cop or two at a table. ” mj stands on her toes to peek through the small window, trying to get a decent look out into the lobby. the angle’s off, though. it doesn’t do good things for the slightly nervous beating of her heart, but there’s no shouting, or worse, gunshots. “ i think we’ll be okay in here for a bit. unless, y’know, you got somewhere t’be? ”