The next memory wakes Flash up like a bad dream and he rolls to his feet in fear and rage. That was Mary Jane. Fuck. That was Mary Jane. He knew she didn't like to talk about home much and being from a broken one himself, Flash could figure out what that meant. But, he didn't know it was that bad. He didn't know about her asshole father. Pacing a small circle in the grass, his mind wanders back to when they were only a little older than 14, sneaking out and getting in trouble together. How he used to tell her that his bruises were from football, how she probably knew he was lying, but she let him get away with it anyway.
Even though he and MJ broke up a while ago because the way he acted in front of people and when it was just them was different, he still feels responsible somehow. He still wants to kick that old man's ass for her. Won't help. Might make it worse. Adam chimes in, but nothing calms Flash down in time for the next memory to hit.