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frenchxie:
Frenchie smiled warmly and moved out of the doorway, continuing to glance around as he had just been doing. “Bonjour. I did not notice this place before and thought I should stop by. It’s quaint. But I admit, I have no idea what I should order.”
“Quaint.” That’s a new one. It’s definitely small. MJ knows better to scare off customers, though. She gestures at the display case. “A donut. That’s primarily what we sell. I don’t recommend the sausage, egg, and cheese.”
spiider-dad:
“—right, sorry!” Peter quickly slid to the side so the doorway was free again. “I was looking at the donuts. Do you have a favorite? I can’t make a decision to save my life this morning.”
“Chocolate donut, chocolate frosting, chocolate sprinkles. The chocolate lover. It’s good.” She pauses, a frown knitting her brows downwards. “You look familiar.”
webheadmorales:
“Right, I’ll have a– Oh, hey! You’re Peter’s girlfriend, right? I’m Miles. I’ve heard a ton about you.”
“I have a name. It’s Michelle. MJ.” Before, only her friends were allowed to call her MJ. After going to college, Michelle has found herself going by the nickname more and more. The guy seems nice, though. “But yeah, that’s me. I know Peter doesn’t have a lot of friends because of the — yeah.” She still can’t really say spell. “But Miles? You must be one of the special friends.” The cafe is empty. That doesn’t make MJ any less paranoid.
coulsonbot:
“I was just surprised there wasn’t a line.” Coulson smiled. “It’s my first time coming in, can you tell?”
“There usually isn’t.” It’s a small place in Queens. They have regulars, but it’s never very crowded. “Yeah, I’d remember you’d been here. I don’t forget faces.”
barneswinters:
“Just a dark roast, then.” Bucky hadn’t realized how long he’d been staring off at the menu until the barista finally spoke again. Sam was acting weird and he couldn’t stop thinking about why that might be.
“Got it.” MJ turns to grab a cup and the coffee beans. “There’s not a typo up there, is there?” She nods towards the menu. “You were staring really hard.”
spiderxling:
Peter awkwardly looked back and realized that he was, in fact, standing directly in the doorway. He moved into the room with a chuckle and listened to the bell ring as the door swung shut behind him. “Hey.” Peter waved and approached the counter with a smile, fiddling with his hands as he approached. It had been a few days since he woke up covered in goo on Krakoa. He knew he was lucky to be here, that there was a reason he was here, but it didn’t know how to bring it up to MJ. Especially not in the middle of the place where she worked. “Sorry to drop by without warning you. Do you uh— are you gonna get a break soon?”
“Oh, it’s you.” The words are coupled with a small smile. It’s been a few days since MJ’s seen him, but she read the Bugle report. “Yeah, yeah. I can take a break. Give me a second.” The shop’s empty anyway. She maneuvers around the counter to flip the open sign on the door and lock it. “I saw the news? I mean, I read about it. The explosion. That was you in, wasn’t it? Spider-man. Are you okay?”
mechanizedstark:
“That is a lot of snark for this early in the morning, young lady. Standing in lines isn’t usually my thing— but I thought it would be a nice change to stop by a little place like this for once.”
“I didn’t realize Tony Stark liked lukewarm coffee and stale donuts.” MJ loves the little shop she works in. It may be kinda crappy, but it’s a safe place for her. “You did your undergrad at M.I.T. They still talk about you a lot.” Different Tony, but same idea.
spiderxling:
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If it was cold enough, even Spider-Man had to wear a jacket.
Just a light one, though. He bought it because it was used, cheap, and the shade of blue almost perfectly matched the one on his suit. It was a nice contrast against the red. He liked that.
He told MJ to make sure to wear her jacket too. And bring whatever else she likes to keep warm when there was a light dusting of snow outside. Gloves? Hat? Hand warmers? No, no. He didn’t need to make a list for her, that’s being overbearing. So he just left it at jacket.
MJ didn’t like swinging, he remembered that. She wouldn’t remember that, but Peter wasn’t looking to traumatize her all over again. So even though it was a chilly winter day he told her to meet him close to where he planned on taking them— aka right at the front door. The building was closed since it was break, but that didn’t matter. Not when you could climb walls.
It was just two short swings and they were there, easy and done. There wouldn’t be anyone trying to get onto the roof of Midtown High on a day like today, so they had their privacy. Peter took off his mask and jogged towards the spot he liked, stuffing the spandex into one of jacket pockets before swishing the ground with one foot to displace the thin layer of snow that was there.
“Does this look okay?” The question was stupid, really. He told MJ he was taking her somewhere special and it ended up being the top of the building where they both went to high school. It wasn’t exactly fancy, but.. well. Peter had a lot of good memories that took place up here. With her. And Ned. It was also the place to ran to after May.. after he lost her. The emotions stuck around like a thick cloud, and a part of him wondered if MJ would be able to sense it at all.
He sat down on part of the exposed roof and then took out a thermos and two (slightly smooshed) paper cups. “I brought hot chocolate.”
She’s going to die. Without a doubt, she’s going to die. It doesn’t matter that it was only two swings. Michelle Jones Watson is afraid of heights. The roof of the school isn’t even tall. It shouldn’t be an issue. It’s more the motion of the swing that freaks her out. She closes her eyes until they’re on the roof, her booted feet solid on the concrete structure. Even though Michelle went to Midtown Tech for four years, she never had any reason to come up on the roof. Being up here feels weird, because she knows she’s supposed to feel something and doesn’t. The place has memories that Michelle can’t access. It’s just a roof.
“Looks great.” She shoves her hands into her pockets. “It’s funny, y’know. I never thought I’d be back here after I graduated.” There was no shot that they’d be getting her for alumni events or anything like that. MJ isn’t big on social events or participating unnecessarily. Besides, alumni is just short hand for give us your money. Everyone with a braincell knows that.
The sight of the smashed cups brings a genuine smile to her face. It’s the one she reserves for people she knows and loves, and MJ doesn’t even realize it’s out despite the fact that she doesn’t know Peter. “I love hot chocolate.” She admits. Then, she feels weird. He probably knows that about her. He probably knows that she doesn’t like coffee even though she works in a coffee shop, and that in her mind chocolate donuts are superior to glazed. There’s so many little things that he knows about her that she doesn’t know about him. It’s not fair. If MJ really stops to think about it, it seriously bums her out.
“So,” she kicks at a patch of ice with one foot and tries not to slip. “Did we come here a lot? Before the, uh, wizard took my memories away. I know why he did it, but it’s a real jerk move.” Another kick. She should say something like at least we’re here now, but MJ isn’t an optimistic. She’s sad that they’ve had time taken from them. Instead, she manages a lopsided smile. “Proud of myself for being up here. Y’know, because I’m afraid of heights. How’d that work anyway?”
“I think this is the part where you order your coffee or get out of the doorway.”
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dormmu:
“i don’t know. classes haven’t started back up just yet. i’m not allowed to loiter – ?”
“No solicitors.” MJ pointed to the sign that hung by the cafe door.
druiiig:
druig pondered for a moment, “ –– i might be able to help you out with that.”
That instantly put her on edge. “What does that mean?”
mvrdck:
matt let out a wry laugh, “it’s nice to meet you too, michelle. now, how can i help you?”
“I’m meeting with local prominent figures. Lawyers, assemblymen, whatever. Just introducing myself.” It was physically painful to be so social but connections were good to have. She wanted to come back to NYC next summer knowing people.
peterfour:
“the tallest, at your service,” peter let out a slight laugh.
“I heard a rumor that you’re both just variants.”
peterfour:
“that’s the worst,” peter sucked in a breath. he knew exactly what she was describing, “ever thought about retracing your steps? maybe something else might clue you in.”
One hand reached up to tug on the necklace that she always wore. “I don’t think you can retrace your steps when you’re having deja vu.” Besides, it was hard to explain. There was just something she couldn’t put her finger on.
dormmu:
“things have been kinda off ever since i –– well… i know what you mean.”
“I feel like we may be talking about different things here.”
