Re: Log, Marvel: Flash T & MJ W
Flash didn't mind the long stare. It was weird, okay. It was weird to see this super muscular, probably does cross fit, #getswoll motherfucker roll up in a wheelchair. He felt like he needed to wear his army shit or something as a way to explain why he was the way he was. "Yeah, you could totally cosplay as Black Widow." Flash said and did a really good job at taking the kiss to his cheek without freaking out. It felt good and familiar, like spring nights in high school and he thought it was funny how she even kind of smelled like old MJ minus the booze.
"You look hot as fuck." Flash told her obediently and gave her one of those old smiles she would have known backwards and forwards. "Little fucking stressed from living the famous life, but I'm not going to get on your ass about that." He was totally lying about leaving it alone and they both knew it. The MJ he grew up with never got famous past being a drunk mess that attracted blogs like honey and he wondered if being successful solved problems or made them worse.
"Uuuh, I've never done this shit either. I usually let Gwen-" But, it was very clear that Gwen was the only one allowed to push him. Not metaphorical at all. "I can do it. My guns have a new purpose in life." And so he pushed and rolled along side her. "So, what do people do in aquariums? Make fun of fish? I can do that."