Re: harry/mj: toxin
MJ's eyebrows furrowed deeply, though she was glad that she wiped the smile from his face. Her head was starting to pound just a touch, but she brushed that off as anger metastasizing as a pounding in her skull. Colors went slightly brighter, the noises of a city falling apart dulled to a quiet roar, and the entire world blinked out of existence except for Harry fucking Osborn. And that didn't seem odd, not when she was around him. She had tunnel-vision when she was around Harry, and that wasn't different here.
She rocked on her feet, but she didn't actually realize that happened. Her hands found her hips, and she bubbled out a harsh laugh. "Grateful? After all the shit you put me through?" For a second, like a flash or static between television stations, her father's face replaced Harry's. A grimace and a flash of hatred on his mouth, and the sight of him made her stomach sick. "After the years and years and years of bullshit, and I should be fucking grateful? Do you understand how much you've hurt me?" Blink, and Harry was there again, and she continued on like it was completely normal to see her father in her lover's face. Like she had been speaking to Harry the entire time and not railing into her father for the years of abuse. "What did you expect me to say? Oh god yes, thank you for asking me to marry you," she said, voice affected like some southern belle being courted. She pressed a pale hand to her chest, rolling her eyes. "You're fucking kidding me, right."