#|| mj ||

[cfvalors]

[ text ] do you think they take requests? i’m about to put in a hundred song requests @mcryjanewatson

[✉️ → Peter’s MJ]: anything would be better than what they’re playing now. If you give me a list I’ll fly it over to the sound booth. I’ve been told I can be very intimidating in the right circumstances. 

[spidxyy]

❝ I thought I’d seen a ghost. ❞ @mjxwatson​

It felt like he had too, seeing her leaning against the counter while she, presumably, waited for her coffee. He should have expected that he would run into her here someday, maybe a small part of him had even been hoping for it, stopping at her favorite café on his way to class even though it was about three blocks out of his way. 

Their relationship had been... spectacular, if short lived. He could still feel her on him, sometimes he swore he could still smell her on his pillow. 

Which was like, super creepy. He could recognize that. 

“M-me? Am I the ghost?” He asked, his eyes squeezing shut as he realized how dumb that probably sounded. Of course he was the ghost. He had all but disappeared after she broke up with him, a little bit angry that his secret had once again ruined everything and more than a little broken-hearted.

“Do you come here often?” He asked, his head tilting as his face twisted into disgust at himself. What the hell was wrong with him? “Long time no see.” 

Jesus Christ, he almost wished Vulture would swoop in and start monologuing just so he would have an excuse to leave. 

[kxnel]

@gildedchxld​

It was strange hovering over New York and trying to protect its people when he knew that the most harm wasn’t coming from those struggling to get by committing petty crime on the streets but by those held safe and sound in their multi-million dollar penthouses high above everyone else. It was disgusting, the more he thought about it, and he had found that if he thought about it for too long he would have to force himself to just go home rather than end up breaking into one of those said penthouses and force one of these assholes to actually do something other than sit around bathing in money while people starved.

The crime rate would go down if poverty wasn’t so bad, if wealth inequality was addressed, and the U.S put some strong social safety nets in place. It was ridiculous that the government refused to do it and then they expected people like him to break the noses of those too vulnerable to do anything other than rob a bank.

He could feel himself tensing as his mind ran wild, his teeth gritting until a scream drew his attention away from his thoughts.

In a flash he was flying down through the low clouds and catching a woman in his arms with a grateful sigh. For as filled with heroes as New York seemed to be it looked like he was the only one close enough to make sure the woman didn’t end up a red splotch on the sidewalk.

“How did you even manage to- MJ?” He asked, his head tilting in confusion and his eyes widening behind his sunglasses in shock as he floated down to set her onto her feet. “What are you, I mean, how are you, or-“ He shook his head, a hand running through his hair, “You know there are easier ways of getting my attention.”

@gildedchxld​

[kxnel]

“Show me a hero, and I’ll write you a tragedy.” @mcryjanewatson​

Kon scoffed, his lips twisting into an ironic smirk as he flicked away the butt of his cigarette. It was a bad habit, not one that could hurt him, but one that could hurt the people around him. Fitting for a man like him. It seemed that all he did was hurt the people around him these days but like his cigarette, he was already lit and all he could do now was let it burn. 

“Poetic.” He laughed, his eyes drifting toward the ferries that were bringing people to and fro from the island. Being stuck here had been humiliating but it had given him time to think, time to just be Kon. He had spent most of it out here, watching the ships in the bay, at least, whenever Cassie wasn’t trying to take his mind off of things. Krypto whined from his spot next to Kon, his head lulling from its place on Kon’s lap to look pointedly at MJ. 

The traitor. 

“Fine, jerk.” he huffed, letting the dog go who bounded off with a wagging tail to say hello to the girl. “What are you doing on Genosha anyway, huh? Wanted to get away from the city before this place becomes a metropolitan hellhole?”