Log, Marvel: Flash T & MJ W
The truth was, Flash Thompson wasn't ready to date. It wasn't because he couldn't be tied down by a real relationship or he forgot how to do this formal dating thing. It was because he wasn't ready for some chick to see him naked. It was a really simple thing, something that was always in the back of his head when MJ flirted with him. Everyone acted like him being in a wheelchair was no big deal, but it fucking was. He knew he was half the man (literally) that he used to be and at the end of this date, it was finally going to dawn on MJ that she was freaked out by the idea of fucking a dude with no legs. Flash couldn't blame her. He had a hard enough time looking in the mirror most days.
But, okay. MJ made him feel good when they talked over the journals and they were both obviously feeling lonely, so why not? He knew rejection was going to come at the end, so why not just enjoy himself on the way? The added bonus of keeping Gwen from freaking out and being a bro to Peter motivated him to get dressed and roll his ass down to the aquarium where she wanted to meet. He was dressed in a nice, clean t-shirt that had a local gym logo and jeans that masked the fact his legs were missing unless you looked really hard. This was the most presentable he looked in a long time; hair combed, face shaved and shower taken. Even though he was in a wheelchair, at least he had the handsome thing going for him.
"You write that?" He asked as he rolled up to meet her, thumbing towards the graffiti. "Pretty fucking heavy handed if you ask me." Flash shrugged and gave her a frat boy grin that really didn't look as good when he was at waist height. "Spidey SuXs with an X would be so much better."