Re: harry/mj: toxin You're lucky he wants you at all. Who the hell would actually want you? MJ shivered and shook her head to rid herself of the berating that only she could hear. She hadn't let herself be affected by her father in years, but he always haunted her subconscious like a vicious sort of specter. Weighed down by the years and years of abuse she had suffered at the hand and tongue of a man who was supposed to love her unconditionally. Harry Osborn wasn't the only one with daddy problems, after all, right? And just like a moth to a flame, she was drawn to men just like her father apparently.
Her eyes widened like saucers when he grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward. Stumbling closer, she stared at him when he shook her by the arms, mouth sliding agape and knocking her into a strange sort of panic she hadn't felt since her days in Maddie Kate Robinson's brain. Her breath sharpened, and her chest rose and fell in quick succession, and she tried to pull herself out of his grip. "Let go of me, you son of a bitch."