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C is for city
Dec. 23rd, 2015 10:12 pmNew York City is their place. It's their city.
It's been that way since they were growing up side by side, neighbors. Peter Parker didn't realize at first who Mary Jane Watson was until he did, until she crawled in through the window of his bedroom as drunk as she was. They both lived in New York City. They grew up there, and she stumbled through her words and he stumbled through his own for reasons other than being as drunk as she happened to be that night. He was completely sober but still stumbling, still making quiet snarky comments like Peter Parker do.
They grow up here.
Mary Jane Watson tries to become a star. She auditions. She makes small parts. Peter Parker lives the life of a superhero through everything else going on. He protects people... or tries. They live in an apartment with Gwen Stacy... who ends up dying when the Green Goblin comes to town.
The death tears them apart.
For over a year.
When Mary Jane Watson swings back into town, Peter Parker isn't ready for her but she's there, red, vibrant hair, the smile of hers though its different (weighted). They connect again in New York City. It's their city is the thing. It thrums through the both of them, through their veins, connecting the two of them like the night she climbed through his window and like the night he walked out after Gwen died and like now-
Like now when they meet again on the subway station, their eyes meet, and everything clicks into place in a way it hasn't in the year they've been a part, in a way they never have. It's a Mary Jane Watson and Peter Parker thing, and his mouth parts and so does hers. It'll be awhile before they work out to admitting their feelings, but they are felt in this moment in the subway station
in the middle of New York City.
It's been that way since they were growing up side by side, neighbors. Peter Parker didn't realize at first who Mary Jane Watson was until he did, until she crawled in through the window of his bedroom as drunk as she was. They both lived in New York City. They grew up there, and she stumbled through her words and he stumbled through his own for reasons other than being as drunk as she happened to be that night. He was completely sober but still stumbling, still making quiet snarky comments like Peter Parker do.
They grow up here.
Mary Jane Watson tries to become a star. She auditions. She makes small parts. Peter Parker lives the life of a superhero through everything else going on. He protects people... or tries. They live in an apartment with Gwen Stacy... who ends up dying when the Green Goblin comes to town.
The death tears them apart.
For over a year.
When Mary Jane Watson swings back into town, Peter Parker isn't ready for her but she's there, red, vibrant hair, the smile of hers though its different (weighted). They connect again in New York City. It's their city is the thing. It thrums through the both of them, through their veins, connecting the two of them like the night she climbed through his window and like the night he walked out after Gwen died and like now-
Like now when they meet again on the subway station, their eyes meet, and everything clicks into place in a way it hasn't in the year they've been a part, in a way they never have. It's a Mary Jane Watson and Peter Parker thing, and his mouth parts and so does hers. It'll be awhile before they work out to admitting their feelings, but they are felt in this moment in the subway station
in the middle of New York City.
