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[ text ] I have everyone’s number.
[text] How?
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notlasers:
[ text ] I have everyone’s number.
[text] How?
notlasers:
[ text ] Shhh yes it is.
[text] Why do you even have my number?
notlasers:
[ text ] Half of poetry is about dicks, think about it
[text] That’s not actually true...
notlasers:
[ text ] Is like half of regular poetry
[text] what does that even mean?
notlasers:
[ text ] You should, he’s weird, it’s awesome
[text] But dick poetry...
notlasers:
[ text ] Haaaaaave you met Hank?
[text] IDK. I don’t think so.
notlasers:
[ text ] He probably writes poetry about his instead of taking pics of it tbh.
[text] That’s really weird.
osbornreborn:
“We all have our low spots. Judging by your hair, you’re in one right now,” he snarked, having little patience at the moment. “I mean really? Ease up on the heat products.”
"Cute, but we're not in high school anymore. Besides, you're in no place to be talking to me about hair."
notlasers:
[ text ] I don’t know, never mind, I’ll get Hank.
[text] Good luck. I’m sure he knows all about potential dick pics.”
notlasers:
[ text ] I don’t feel very safe, Bobby scares me. Help.
[text] What do you want me to do? I mean, I can blackmail him? Maybe?
“Maybe.” Steve replied. “What do you want to be here for? Do you want to work for SHIELD? You don’t have to have super powers or even enhanced abilities, Natasha doesn’t have any of those things and I bet she could kick my ass.” He replied with amusement. “Maria doesn’t either–or Fury. Neither does Coulson but they’re some of our best Agents. Hell, my best friend Sam all he has is a suit to fly with but I can’t think of any other group I’d want by my side.” Steve tacked on before shrugging. “And you know what? Even if you are here for moral support and they wanted you here because Peter needed you, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. Even super heroes need someone. And familiar faces, close friends–they’re what hold us heroes together when we feel like we’re falling apart. And I can tell you right now, I don’t think Peter could have gotten through Gwen without you. He needed you so he could be Spider-Man. You may not be able to run around and do what he does but you still pull your own weight.”
“I don’t know. Something though.” Was Captain America giving her a pep talk? He was really inspirational, but Mary Jane still stood there for a minute trying to process it all. "You think that I could be an agent of SHIELD?" She finally asked. MJ had always envisioned herself as an actress, not a spy. Still, the idea was appealing if it meant she would be better equipped to protect herself. Maybe then her boyfriend wouldn't rush her away from every fight. "I don't know if I could."
notlasers:
[ text ] Wonderful.
[text] I think you’re safe. Drink responsibly.
hypersonicmaximoff:
“I know.” he replied with smirk, as a low laugh escapes him before he pauses and grows serious for a moment. “I’m sorry that I had to leave you again during the Ultron disruption.” he frowned. He knew she didn’t like that but he just wanted her to be safe.
“Pietro.” Mary Jane pursed her lips. “It’s fine. I mean, I don’t like being carried away like I’m some kid who can’t handle herself, but I do also appreciate being alive. You don’t need to apologize.”
spooderxparker:
“ no—-well i mean yea but—no i don’t need a bandaid, or a towel. i’m good–just a scratch. pinky promise.” peter replied climbing through the window.
"I would still feel better if you'd let me look at it." Mary Jane closed the window before turning and leaning against it, eyes trying to see where the scratch was. "What are you even doing?"
Steve pursed his lips, well more than likely that was probably the initial reason. He knew about Peter and Gwen–but hey, now Gwen was alive too. “I think if it was just for moral support they wouldn’t have kept you around after they realized they could bring Gwen back.” Steve replied honestly, tone gentle. “Can I ask you another question?”
“Maybe it was for my safety then.” MJ pointed out. She had skills, but not SHIELD skills. She wasn’t exceptionally coordinated or smart. There were no mutations in her genetics. “I enjoy being here, but it doesn’t make a lot of sense, Captain. Um, sure. Ask away.”
“Well, let me ask you something MJ–it is MJ, isn’t it?” He questioned before proceeding. “Why do you think you’re here?”
“MJ or Mary Jane.” She shrugged. “Either works.” It was funny, because she asked herself that every day. “They said aptitude, but I don’t think that’s it. I think it’s because they don’t want me to die. Peter and I were close when Gwen, his girlfriend, died. I guessed his identity. They probably just didn’t want the same to happen to me. I was moral support.”
“It doesn’t make you loot fat. It just doesn’t really suit the shape of your head.”