It's not that unusual a scene, really. The nights I don't spend swinging through abandoned stretches of jungle, trying to get my skills back up to par, I spend hunched over my desk, working. Whenever it's the latter -- and those nights, it seems, have been a lot more frequent in the weeks since I learned about Johnny and Marla -- Mary Jane often
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For Mary Jane, the first thing that caught her attention was how quickly Peter had climbed off her, happening before she could so much as realize it, or realize why, having been fairly involved in what they were doing. Once he was on his feet, though, it was clear enough to see that they weren't in the hut anymore, something which made her eyes widen, lips parting in a noticeably puzzled expression. It may have been a fact of island life that they were occasionally subjected to what could only be described as insanity, but this, this was something different, leaving her practically reeling as she looked around the room, which was a hell of a lot swankier than anything she was accustomed to, a fact that didn't rank very high on the list of strange things about this, but was worth noting all the same.
Likewise worth noting was the view from the window, which she tore her gaze from Peter just long enough to identify as being decidedly New York's. Sitting up slightly, she turned to him again, a few seconds passing before she ( ... )
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Just to test this theory -- and it is a theory, not a hypothesis, because that low-level buzzing means I've got my spider-sense again -- I take a couple of steps back away from the ultra posh four-poster bed, and bend my knees to do a simple flip. Even at a complete stand still, I manage three whole rotations before I land on all fours, crouched on the ground in a posture that's more Spider-Man than Peter Parker. I look up at Mary Jane with an excited grin, laughing breathlessly from exhilaration, not effort, because that, my friends, was as easy as pie. Only encouraged, I push myself up onto my hands, holding myself up in a perfectly balanced one-armed handstand, letting my legs split apart so I can reach out to grab at one foot with my free hand. I spring ( ... )
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I trail off suddenly, teeth pressing to my bottom lip. Maybe I shouldn't say it. Not because I want to keep things from her, but more because while I'm sure we're home -- my home, at least, unless there's another Peter Parker who joined the Avengers somewhere -- I don't know if this isn't just an island trick or the real deal. When we ended up in Jersey that one time, we woke up there. But this, this just felt more like how I first showed up on the Island. One minute you're one place, and the next, you're in another, no sleep required.
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