mary jane "mj" watson (justhitjackpot) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-12-31 19:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, mary jane "mj" watson (616), peter parker / spider-man (616) |
Who: MJ Watson, Peter Parker -- 616
When: Just after midnight at the Stark Party!
Where: On the roof of Potts Tower.
What: What do you think?
Rating: PG for some making out.
The champagne had been been popped, glasses were delivered, and countdowns were cheered. The throng of people on the 13th floor made for one stuffy occasion. The midnight kisses were exchanged, and finally MJ and Peter found themselves face to face to start off the New Year right. Nothing at all was going to stop her from making out with her man on the dance floor. Mary Jane wanted it to be perfect, the stuff of romance novels even. There was also the tiny hope that somewhere she made Mayday Parker's face scrunch up and her tongue stick out at just how gross her parents were being in public. Mission accomplished. MJ didn't pull away though. For her, there was never anyone else in the room when she was holding onto Peter like this. They could slow dance to "Kung Fu Fighting" (and had), and she wouldn't even give a fig what anyone thought. Peter had other ideas, though, and suggested they head all the way up to the roof of the building. MJ liked the sound of that. A little webswinging to start the New Year off right? Yes, please! Peter spread his arms out over the panorama. “Lookit at. 2014 New York City. Looks a lot like 2013 New York City, but definitely a little brighter already,” he told MJ, as he stooped to look down Potts Tower at the environs below. Upon straightening back up, his arm was slipped around her waist, tugging her in close and tight. Winter was definitely in full swing; it couldn’t have been avoid freezing out right now. Might as well conserve that warmth while they were out here. “Make any resolutions? Wishes at midnight?” "Yup. I made a wish to talk to Janet Van Dyne to get one of those bags made of that fancy material that can hold a jacket without being huge and bulky," MJ replied smartly, but she stepped in as close as she could possibly go without walking right through him. It was cold, she was wearing something slinky, and he had a suit jacket on. Her arms were threaded around his back, up under the jacket. MJ nudged her hip forward. "I'll have to wait and see if I get my wish. What about you?" “I did make a wish that they’d bring more of those shrimp appetizers out, but no luck,” Peter answered, his smile leveling off in its usual goofy sort of smirk. “Maybe I need to wish bigger. There’s always next year.” Because optimism was just a natural thought right now. Of course there would be a next year. And a year after. It didn’t have to be like back home. And it had to have been about three seconds to midnight -- when he’d turned to face MJ -- that an internal alarm had gone off. The new year was always a time to set goals, start fresh. Maybe even start over on things that had gone awry in the past. He’d been keeping that single, small ring in his pocket most days, just mulling over when to whip it out and take a knee. If his arms weren’t locked around MJ right now, he’d probably be flipping it over between his fingers inside his pocket right now, but less because of indecision, more because of nerves. Funny, right? Technically this would be the fourth time asking MJ this question. It wasn’t a new trick at this point. “Got the suit, so I pretty much have to be here for New Year’s next time around. That’s how this works, right?” MJ eased back in his arms, just enough to get an eyeful of Peter Parker in the suit. It was such a rare sight that it really needed to have a holiday all its own to observe it. She hoped there were more than a few pictures floating around to document the occasion. MJ gave his tie a straighten, made sure the collar was perfect, then brushed her fingers through his hair. She'd take Peter Parker in his boxers over any model, but when he was dressed like this, she just wanted to take him home. Kind of defeated the purpose of dressing up. She then slipped her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer once more. With her cheek grazing his and her lips next to his ear, she purred, "I can think of a few other reasons to dress you up between now and then." Man, she had no idea that he was buzzing at this point. Maybe it was easy enough to chalk it up to the cold. “Oh, I’ll bet,” he answered, pushing forward a little to nuzzle against her neck in turn. With his freed arms, he contorted a bit to wriggle his jacket off, sneak the ring out of the pocket, and then lasso it around MJ’s shoulders with a sort of casual ease. “Hey, speaking of the new year…” It wasn’t the best segue, but what did he really have to work with? “I was thinking.” MJ had ideas of turning in early, but no plans of sleep. She wondered idly if she could talk Ben into making sure May could get home all right, but then she really didn't want to leave her behind either. They were just going to have to make the most of it on the roof. "Thinking always leads to trouble, tiger," MJ answered, dipping her face to plant little kisses at his jawline. What was a little fooling around? “Mmmmyeah, but --” Peter couldn’t help a laugh. The cold and then MJ’s warm lips against his skin were a strange, ticklish contrast. “Can’t turn my brain off. Sorry, baby, you know me by now.” He snuck his hand up between them, right beneath Mary Jane’s chin to coax her focus upward. “Hey.” She was just about to make a quip about how she'd like to get to know him more intimately right this moment, but he'd put a stop to that. MJ's mouth automatically moved to a pout as she felt the space growing between them. "Hey yourself." Might as well just spill it, Parker. Worst case scenario? She said she wasn’t ready for it, and he’d wait. No argument to that. His hand traced along her jaw, and there were just a few brief seconds before he found his voice again. “Will you marry me?” The ring was between the fingers of his other hand, at the ready. For a few instants, MJ stared at Peter in silence. Her eyes were round and wide, though there wasn't an ounce of actual surprise on her face. Peter had proposed to her at least three times before that she could remember -- once after she actually had already accepted. In a lot of ways, it wasn't the worst thing that could happen. A lot of the memories in her head overlapped with happy times in the Parker household. She kept feeling was the day he'd stood her up. Of course, it wasn't his fault -- it was never his fault, was it? -- but she'd been humiliated in front of the entire church that day. Shortly after, she told Peter never to ask her to marry him again. He hadn't. Until now. "Aren't you -- happy?" That wasn't at all what she meant to say. "I mean -- we have May here. And we're together. What if one of us gets sent back?" “I…” No, he had the answers to this. It was just a matter of them not all coming out at once in some jumbled mass of words. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m happy as anything. We have a family here, we have a house -- dog. I never saw myself with a dog, but what the heck, right?” It was impossible to not smile, just thinking on all the good that this dimension hop had given them. “If one of us gets sent back? Well, first I’d be down banging on SHIELD’s doors to let me at the Tesseract -- probably bringing down the doors -- but… I mean, it’s you. Always been you. I’ll wait here. We have a habit of finding each other every time, right?” His smile softened; this was the sort of bittersweet thinking that pointed out just how many times they’d been pulled apart in life. “I’ll wait.” All of it was true, of course. How many times had someone tried to rip them apart, only to make them stronger? How many times had they both flipped the bad guy off in favor of doing what was right? Even Mephisto couldn't tear them apartment; they were still migrating back toward one another even after the deal. "What if I never come back?" She wanted him happy, no matter the cost. "I don't want you to wait. Alone." “MJ,” Peter started, shaking his head with an amused set to his mellow smile, “how alone do you think I am out here? Got Ben, May, sometimes Kaine, all my friends… and trust me, I got no plans on marrying Cap. Kinda don’t love him in the same way, anyway. And it’d be weird when he calls me ‘son,’ soooo...” He raised his hand, flipping the collar of his jacket up for her. “What I’m saying is I’ll find you again. I’ll find a way back to you. I love you, and I’m not giving up on us.” "That wasn't the kind of alone I meant, and you know it." Sometimes, he was too smart-mouthed for his own good, but MJ knew a heartfelt moment when she saw one. She rested one of her hands -- frozen as they were -- against the side of Peter's face. The other rose and turned to cover his hand at her shoulder. She really couldn't imagine her life without this wonderful and strange man in front of her. She could barely remember what life was even like before Aunt May and Aunt Anna had forced them into the same room. They'd gone through so much in such a short time. How many times had Peter died? How many times had Peter thought something had happened to her? There were Black Cats and Bobby Carrs, Vultures and Pumas and Doc Ocks, but none of them really changed how she felt. With a tiny smile, she pressed forward until her lips brushed over his and their foreheads were resting against one another. "I'll marry you." It was a grin that felt like it could shatter his face, but Peter was beyond fighting it. MJ moved in for a kiss, and his reply was sweeping her clear off her feet. Forget the winter, forget the cold. For a good minute, everything else in the world was awash in the background, and the world was kind enough to give them that minute without a single siren blaring or gunshot ringing. Peter slipped back just the tiniest of inches, then, working the ring he’d been clutching in his fist up to his fingers. “Just need this for a second,” he murmured, as he prised her hand gently from where she had it over his other. “It’s not exactly what you had before, but I figured new year, new world… new start.” She didn't even care about a ring. The second time -- the time she accepted his proposal -- he hadn't even had one. Hell, they hadn't even been dating, not really. So when he slipped the ring on her finger, she didn't stop and admire it the way she was supposed to. A glance was given, then a smile, and then MJ launched herself at Peter, throwing her arms around him and kissing every inch of his face. "I love you, Peter Parker!" “I mrphfffmmm.” It was probably just as well. Was there really anything he could say that wouldn’t just be Parker rambling? There answer was obvious, and Peter happily gave in to MJ’s assault with his own hands tangling up around her. In all truth, he really just wanted to savor the moment a little more with just them out here on the roof. New York might be cold, but MJ was warm in his arms, and her smile had a radiance all its own -- if this was his second chance, then he’d be hard-pressed to complain about a single thing. “Hey,” he quietly started when they came up for air, “how long d’ya think we have before they send out a search party?” There would be worries to come. Logistics and fears, all the things that she'd put on the backburner since she and Peter had broken up in their world. Most of all, she worried that he wouldn't show up again. But there'd be time to quell those fears with conversations and assurances. They were living together, with their daughter, and Peter's brothers. This was about as stable as a Parker could get. She put all those off for now in favor of savoring the moment. "Not long enough," she whispered, breathlessly. "Never long enough." |