Mary Jane had spent the entire walk back to the house in something of a daze, head still spinning from everything that had happened. It was about the last thing she had expected, not just within that time, but ever, to not only hold a civil conversation with Tony Stark, but to open up to him about the past she spoke of so rarely, and get an apology
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Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to his cheek and rested her hands on his shoulders, and frowned when she drew back. "Come in, sit down, you must be freezing. How long have you been out like this?"
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"Mm, you're all warm," I say with a smile to match hers, my arms instinctively circling her waist to pull her back towards me. She's wearing my ESU sweatshirt again, looking considerably more bundled up for hanging around the house than I am for outside, and I shamelessly sneak my hands under its hem to press my freezing fingers to her back. "Like an oven. A wife-shaped oven. Which is, I'll have you know, my very favorite kind."
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She reached to her back, tugging at his hands to get them out from under the sweatshirt, meaning to take them in her own, instead. "If I'm like an oven, then you're like a freaking freezer. Seriously, let's get away from the door, get you warmed up."
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