Re: log, marvel: pizza party at harry's
[Jason stepped in through the front door without knocking and well aware that 90% of whoever was standing in the room probably didn't want him there, from the mysterious MJ, who he'd never really managed to get to know when she was alive before and who seemed determined to prove he was stealing people's girlfriends, to Peter Parker, who seemed like he could have gone his whole life without seeing Jason again.
It was an old, bad habit that when anticipating a difficult situation, Jason went in with optimum interest in making trouble. 'James Dean' wasn't entirely about the leather jacket after all. He did have one on, though, when he came in, a green hat in his hands, gray gloves on against the biting cold. His hair was a little everywhere after the hat came off. In the short moments after he stepped in and saw everyone, he had a smile for Gwen when his eyes fell on her like she was the only person in the room. He was taller than the gymnast in the family, but for a professed vigilante he didn't seem rough enough around the edges. So long as you didn't look closely, anyway.
So here they all were, Gwen off to the side holding the pizza, MJ leaning into Peter like it was just the two of them, and all three looking toward the door, staring at him. Great.] Hey. [To Peter, who it looked like he wouldn't need to back up so soon after all. The pizza led to a guess that blood samples weren't exactly top priority right now.]
Mary Jane, I'm guessing. [She looked pretty much like the last one, seemed safe.] Nice to meet you. [With a hint of humor. This place, sometimes, was nothing but meetings and death.
He began pulling off his gloves, shoving them into his pocket and moving toward Gwen. He reached out to take the pizza from her and carry it where ever it was going that was outside this room.] Gwen, did you show your friend those pictures I sent you? I promised her. They're my homewrecker bona fides, so I hope you've still got them.