Re: Log, Marvel: Flash T & MJ W
"Yeah man. The fact that we can go look at fish and be like sweeet is pretty awesome. I know dudes who can't even do that. Too fucked in the head." Flash wasn't even only talking about the men he served with during the war. There were regular people who never experienced any kind of fucking trauma who couldn't appreciate shit. Who blankly looked at screens and buildings and other people and couldn't feel anything. For all the pain Flash was in, at least he could feel it.
The thing he always liked about MJ was that she didn't have a really great filter cause she never needed one. The redhead laughed and glared and shouted all she wanted. When they were in high school and she was stressing over modeling or acting, he told her to stop worrying. That she easily had that thing capable of captivating audiences. Hell, when she simply stood in a room, people looked at her.
And, yeah, now they looked at him too, but that was the chair. Not him.
He grinned at her. "Boggart?" Flash thought it was a Harry Potter thing but he really couldn't be fucking sure. "I don't know, man! I just wanted you to leave me alone. That siren shit is not cool." His smile softened at her fingers through his hair and he was surprised he liked someone touching him. Usually he got super weirded out. "I don't think you're like that, dude. For the record. I mean you can be annoying but never like fucking shrill." Flash was clearly trying to make sure she wouldn't get offended, a sort of last minute scramble as he realized having her as a boggart wasn't totally flattering.