|I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_archive,|
@ 2006-08-02 23:28:00
|Entry tags:||mary-jane watson, peter parker|
i_hide Revelations (MJ - TAG Peter Parker)
The days following the trial had left her feeling odd, as if there was something unfinished. Maybe there was or maybe it was her own frustration of the legal system. Somethings were just not as they should be. A man like that Napier should have gone away for a good long time, not been given the chance to break free and cause what seemed like even more damage then before.
Even now as she curled up on the paisley sofa of the Starbucks and sipped the frothy overpriced mocha, she could see it. Mostly because it was front page in the City Voice in front of her. Headlines as to the atrocities committed since the inmates quite literally took over the aslyum. She sighed and flipped back to page one. Break in the gas line at City Hall, that sounded bad. The picture was vivid it captured the destruction with a skilled eye.
The mug rolled from her fingertips and fell to the floor shattering into white shards and foamy coffee. Eyes could not look away from the photo, or more correctly the credit line beneath it. Trembling fingers manged to pull her cell phone from her purse.
"The number for the City Voice please?"
Heart beats pause as the connection was made.
She could not keep the tremor from her own voice.
"Could you put me through to Peter Parker?"
From: i_thwip Date: 08/04/2006 21:02:09
Parker had spent the past few days attempting to understand. He’d met plenty of his rogue gallery that could transform in one way or another. That wasn’t what he’d spent the most time understanding. What evaded him was how the mayor’s press statement was so widely accepted.
He’d been there, mask and all, and witnessed that the mayor had done this. The blonde had even referenced that she knew of some evil that the mayor held that would have killed him as well. Magic. Parker hate everything about the concept of magic.
The photo that he’d sold had been attached to this story. He’d been far too busy to try to snag a shot of the mayor in any of his snake states. He’d been far too busy to present the truth. Aunt May still needed to eat. If he told his story with no evidence then he’d be laughed out of the job.
That’s when the phone ran. He’d got a desk. Not an office but a desk in the bullpen area.
“Parker,” he answered, “yes, it’s our official word that a gas-line blew.”
Every time he said it, he made him feel guilty. He knew otherwise. This was the fourth time someone had called because his name had been attached to the shot. He didn’t want to go through the Q&A. Just inform them of the paper’s answer and hang up.
From: i_hide Date: 08/04/2006 22:15:20
There was silence on the other end of the line, his voice wasn't entirely right, but there was something to the core of it, something that hit her like a brick wall.
She fell silent again too stunned to know exactly what to say.
"God, I don't even know it this is the right Parker or... Pete it's M.J."
All the things she could have or should have said, none of them came to mind now, all she could think of was he's alive. He's alive and here. For the moment that was enough.
From: i_thwip Date: 08/05/2006 10:55:00
Mary Jane Watson.
Crush. Lover. Wife. Mother. The woman he had let down time-after-time again. The woman who pioneered their separation. The woman who accepted him leaving her.
He swallowed his driest swallow.
“It may not be.”
He sighed into the phone and leaned back in his chair.
“But I don’t think we get choices in this city. Hi, MJ.”
From: i_hide Date: 08/05/2006 13:03:14
It was out before she could stop it, the quiet tears that went along with it sounding nothing like the smile that crossed her features.
"I can't do this over the phone, can we meet? I just, I'd like to see you. I know so much..maybe everything has changed but,"
but maybe we're still us.
"I'd just really like to see you."
She tried, honestly tried to push some of the old party girl 'nothing-can-hurt-me' tone into her voice. Not that Pete ever bought it much, but it was better then the alternative. Better then sounding weak and pathetic, for all she knew this Pete had never married. As she'd learned in the City people were not always who you thought they should be.
From: i_thwip Date: 08/05/2006 18:50:37
He didn’t really want to hear a story where he died but he had no choice. He wouldn’t hang up. He wouldn’t leave MJ like this. He’d hope that in any world, in any ‘verse, in any time that he would never be that heartless.
“Sure,” he reassured.
“There’s a Starbucks… there’s two of them that face one another.”
He sought the address. It had been there that he’d met Lois Lane and got this job. It had been there that Peter Parker had found purpose again.
It felt right that there he’d meet MJ there.
“I’ll be there.”
From: i_hide Date: 08/05/2006 21:21:49
"Already there, Tiger."
Soft chuckle, too as to slip back into old habits like that. Even with a voice that seemed unfamiliar, but the words which were all Pete.
"The one of the 5th street side."
By now concerned employees were fussing around her to see if she was alright, and if so...why had she shattered a mug? There were murmurs of how this happened all the time as soon as the young barista got a look at the legs and rest of the body connected to the hand from whence the mug fell. Soon enough another mocha was already brewing for her.
"I guess I'll see you soon."
Much as she hated to say it, she did have to let him go, white knuckled grip on the phone as if that might hold her to him.