MARY JANE WATSON (616)

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"I don't mind," MJ replied, doing her best to ignore Venom's loud disagreements. "Here, this is my good arm." Rolling up her sleeve, she brandished her right arm. Venom sat to her left side. Per their unfortunate arrangement, the two had to remaining touching. The symbiote's arm was draped over her shoulder, but it had become second nature at this point. "Veins all yours, Tiger."

She was talking and he was staring, then his brain quickly caught him up with her individual words. "I clean up nice? That's ridiculous, because I was just thinking I must look like wet card board next to you--look at you." he gestured to her and the dress--her in the dress. "If you're nervous, I can't tell." he assured her, trying to distract himself from the fact that they were alone in a space that ordinarily felt very public, but in the quiet of the empty office suddenly seemed very intimate. It was funny-- he had faced a hundred different life altering scenarios but rarely was he more nervous than faced with a pretty girl. Especially one he had a crush on--not that he was fully ready to admit that to himself. Denial was a deep, deep trench. "Standing in front of a hundred flashing cameras or enduring an evening with Jameson? I'd be less nervous around the cameras too." he teased.

"Are you positive we can't dip out and get some pizza? Would anyone even notice if we don't show up?"

"Shall we?" he offered an elbow.

"We shall." Slipping her arm into his, MJ smiled. "You know, you clean up well. Having you next to me is actually helping my nerves. Is it weird I'm nervous? Walk a hundred red carpets and nada, but one little Bugle gala and I'm knocked over. I must be out of practice."

"i like the black---because your hair, it looks good with your hair."

"Zip me up, tiger?"

"Um, more or less," she shrugged. Acting was her thing. Modeling as well when she could get the gigs. The only issue was that her credits hadn't transferred realities without her, and people weren't clamoring to hire an unknown redhead. "I'm covering entertainment. A friend of a friend called in a favor. What about you? Photography, right? Judging by the alley shots."

"—I'm so sorry." Crap. "That's my bad."

"what is that!?"

"Looks like none of my business."

"Maybe this is really messed up to say but— this reality seems better than the one I came from. It's so similar but it just- it feels lighter. I dunno, does that make any sense?" Peter immediately felt guilty saying that out loud, especially when there was still a possibility that they were all here because of something he did.

"Which reality are you from?" He kinda seemed like a Peter variant, but MJ didn't want to assume. "Sounds like there was trouble at home."

"We should all be far more concerned that proven methods of multiversal travel are not working right now. I haven't been able to open up a portal since I arrived— that's never happened before."

"You're part of that spider-society, right? Order of the Web? What's the current name?"

"I auditioned for the reboot of that, but they went with Margot Robbie."

"Oh, yeah. It's real nice that we get to stay in this creepily abandoned complex until everything's sorted out. It's like a frickin' vacation if you ask me."

"At this point, I feel like I need to go buy a rug and a lamp to make it more homey."

"I'd take New York over Wichita any day. There's a lot to do here. I also would've accepted Paris."

"Huh? Oh-- sorry, I don't do autographs. I might be able to squeeze a selfie in, though."

"Hey, that's normally my line. Although, I don't mind autographs. It's nice to not have to be camera ready."

"I am also new to being a superhero, but I gotta say this is a first. My rule is, if Reed is freaked out by it, I'm freaked out by it."

"Look at us go. Here, high-five." MJ held her palm out. "You mean Reed Richards, right? He seems like a pretty good metric to go off of."

"Yeah, it's pretty bad..." Daisy confirmed, letting out a soft sigh before she looked back up to the redhead. "There's lots of people who are displaced right now, like yourself. And from what I gathered, no one can confirm what things are like in the realities that you guys left behind, now that you're gone."

When she'd first woken up in this new reality, MJ had been disoriented. She had been worried that this was her hero trial by fire, and she'd have to navigate this foreign place on her own. Soon, she found out, almost everyone from her life had been brought over as well. It was great for familiarity, but the lack of heroes left back home was concerning. "That's what people keep saying. We're completely cut off here. Our reality could be gone, and we'd just have no idea. It's a lot."