MJ.

michelle jones watson . ( my friends call me mj ) occasional mace wielder.

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“--’s not a big deal.” MJ shrugged a lanky shoulder. “And Flash isn’t my friend. He’s just going to M.I.T. with Ned and I next fall.”

What the hell she was doing? Michelle Jones was not social. She did not invite people places. She read her books, worked and did decathlon. Her word wasn’t small; it was safe. Outside of Ned, MJ didn’t really have any friends. That was fine. It was a choice, really. What was he, then? Him: Peter Parker. The boy who came in way too often for coffee that Michelle was pretty sure he didn’t drink. He hadn’t hit on her, though. They chatted some and it seemed innocent enough. Whatever tiny spark of recognition that had ignited in her chest that first day he had come in remained, but it was wrapped in a hazy fog that she never noticed. Despite all that, there she was. Inviting him to a party at Flash’s. They had to be the same age, right? He didn’t look much older than her -- if at all.

“But it’s totally cool if you’re busy, or, like, not interested.” Michelle’s words came out quicker. She didn’t care. She didn’t want to care. “Just thought I’d ask.”

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aprettygirlthief​:

“Not even Irish coffee?”

“i have an irish cream filled doughnut.” 

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spiderxling​:

“Oh, no no no– this stuff isn’t for me. It’s stuff I gotta drop off at F.E.A.S.T. later.”

"do you need help carrying it?” mj asked, surprised she was willing to see him outside of the bakery. “i have to volunteer at f.e.a.s.t. for school later. senior involvement stuff.”

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hardycat​:

“Who said that?” Felicia shrugged as she flexed her fingers, gloved hands revealing her claws as she carved a hole into the glass and slowly pulled out the chips she’d paid for. “Want anything?”

“i did.” michelle watched thief unsheathe her claws uneasily. “uh -- no, it’s cool. i’m all good. thanks though.” it felt weird to be there with her and the high school student shifted from one foot to the other. “so, you rob vending machines often?”

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destroyrofworlds​:

“I can speak on behalf of myself, but I wouldn’t know much about the conflict with them.” Daisy was still getting acquainted with the royal family and that whole new side of her identity, so she genuinely didn’t know too much quite yet. She hoped to at some point. “But I am an Inhuman, yes.”

as she jotted it down, michelle nodded. “interesting. how do you feel about that?”

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bcrtonhawk​:

“I’ve just been a little busy these days to make the time to label them.”

“how much will a lawyer cost when you blow someone up?”

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synchthomas​:

“Wait, forreal?”

“of course. reddit will say anything about everything, though. you can’t trust what people post. you’ve been online before, right?”

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honeykinney​:

“Right, that’s why I said no shame.” Gabby clarified, wondering if maybe the human just didn’t hear her correctly. She did tend to talk pretty fast. “I don’t personally relate, but I get it. I know of several people who are gonna sit out of this one.”

“maybe they can all sit it out together.” not mj. she had ned to talk to. flash was going to go to m.i.t. too, but they only saw him when he was around bragging and being obnoxious. michelle had a feeling he was lonely and that’s why he hung around sometimes. “i’m also not a superhero. i don’t know any. it’s not my fight.”

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casslang​:

“Sorry, you’re just… intimidating.” Cassie admitted sheepishly as she rubbed the back of her neck. Michelle was talking like she was part of the press, but honestly Cassie didn’t know her well enough to know for sure. “One of my close friends got taken into one of the Centers. From what she’s told me, things were pretty messed up in there. Lots of brainwashing.”

“intimidating.” michelle repeated, deadpanned. this girl could change her size at will but michelle was the intimidating one. the anxiety that kept her closed off hummed in her ear. “indoctrination. that was bombshell. i saw the news clip. who’s your friend?”

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destroyrofworlds​:

“I guess you could say that, yeah. That’s… simplifying it.”

“yep.” michelle drew out the word as her head bobbed. “i read things.”

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xmoonsilk​:

“I’m okay, yeah.” Cindy smiled softly at Michelle before shrugging her shoulders. “I’m just.. different now. Not necessarily in a bad way.”

“apparently reality is weird now. feels the same to me.” then again, that wasn’t true. michelle had nearly been killed at the statue of liberty. her bandaid had only just come off. spider-man had swung away before she and ned could thank -- or question -- him and now she was left with questions. “but that’s what most people would say, isn’t it?”

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xmoonsilk​:

“Anonymous is good,” Cindy let out a nervous laugh, furrowing her eyebrows shortly afterwards. Why was she laughing? None of this was funny. “I was at Pleasant Hill, so maybe not. I’m sorry, I’m just.. really bad at this.” She sighed, trying her best to just gather her thoughts before taking a deep breath and starting over. “There’s been a really uncomfortable tension in the air, recently.”

“unless the government tracks you down anyway.” she shrugged, completely serious. cindy may have been bad at being interviewed but michelle was new to interviewing people and couldn’t stop fidgeting with her pen. “it’s palpable. it started with c.r.a.d.l.e., right? c.r.a.d.l.e. and then pleasant hill. what was it like inside?”

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osburn​:

“you know, hanging out with me means you’ll probably see your own face plastered all over tomorrow’s tabloids. kinda just an occupational hazard at this point.”

“i’m not here to hang out.” michelle offered up an awkward half smile. “i usually hang out with people i know. but i know who you are. you’re harry osborn.” it was a statement, not a question.

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spiderxling​:

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she had a good life. honestly, she did. it wasn’t without anxieties or bumps, but michelle was decently happy. she had friends ( which was a surprise to her ) and did well in school. and speaking of school -- MIT. even though she had lived her life by her motto -- expect disappointment so you won’t be disappointed -- the joy that bubbled up inside of her at the sight of the tiny, uniformed font was undeniable as she read the word accepted. all she had to do was make it through the rest of senior year and she was leaving queens and whatever baggage she pretended not to carry.

( michelle was bad at trust. she always had been. it was probably why she had never had a boyfriend. )

“yeah. fast.” she nodded at peter’s questions, a ghost of a smile playing at the corner of her lips. she was trying not to break character -- which, honestly, was usually pretty easy for her. it was today for some reason that she almost let herself smile. “the patrons are going to riot.”

the stool that ned usually occupied was left empty. her friend had been called home by his lola to dust cobwebs or something of the sort. mj didn’t mind. it was nice to have him but she also enjoyed the silence when it was just the snow pattering against the glass window and she had her book propped up on the counter. it had taken effort to start up a joke with him. the constant use of peter parker was a lighthearted tease that michelle usually stayed away from. she was expecting the bit to continue but ended up blinking in surprise at his question instead.

“this?” she held the pendant up, the broken black charm dangling from her head. “i’ve had it forever. so long i can’t actually remember where i got it.” she huffed out a laugh. “my dad, i’m guessing, but we don’t talk, soooo...” her lips pursed. “i’m not going to ask.” it didn’t help that there was no brand on it either. her mom had never mentioned it and michelle had never given it a second though. “i’d say it’s more broken than unique.”

 feeling uncomfortable from the shared information, mj quickly turned to grab a to-go container and flip on the coffee pot. her dad was whatever. she had lived with her mom and her step-dad for a long time, going by her mother’s last name of jones instead of watson. she turned back with a polite smile on her face.

“is that a no on anything else?”

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“--uh, we’re a bakery. we don’t serve alcohol.”