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Not everyone loved surprises, but when it came to meeting dogs, MJ assumed that everyone would be excited about that. Lucy the Standard Poodle was absolutely the best thing on the planet, as far as MJ was concerned, and she had spent about forty-eight hours alone with the dog, helping her adjust to life at Stark Tower. Once she finished sniffing, staking claims on different pieces of furniture, and seemed completely at ease, MJ took her to the park nearby. Without hesitation, she texted Daisy, asking her friend(?)/booty call(?) to meet her, informing Daisy that she had something incredible to show her and that it was a surprise. Honestly, MJ was thrilled to be sharing with Daisy, and while that was most likely a huge step in their relationship, she elected to ignore it.

When she saw Daisy in the distance, MJ squatted beside Lucy and said, “See that beautiful woman over there? We’re gonna impress her, okay, bud?” Lucy’s tongue rolled out of her mouth in reply and her tail hit MJ’s leg. Pleased with the reply, she rose from the ground and jogged lightly over to Daisy, which Lucy seemed to love. They were still getting to know each other, but MJ knew that they were going to be a perfect human/dog companionship. “Hey Daisy,” she greeted with a grin. “This is my new best friend, Lucy, and she’s very excited to meet you.” As MJ spoke, Lucy immediately bounced over to Daisy, begging for attention.

Daisy had been one of the few people Laura genuinely connected with effortlessly. Her charm was impossible to resist, and Laura had never attempted to. Their relationship had begun due to a strong friendship, and though they were no longer together, that had never changed. She trusted Daisy and she believed that Daisy trusted her, but it was much deeper than that. Unknowingly, Daisy had helped Laura cross a line that she had been nervous to after leaving the Facility. The X-Men were primarily who she felt comfortable with, largely because they understood Laura’s history and struggles, but Daisy was unaware of who Laura had been. She was an outsider to the X-Men, but they cared about each other, and it was pivotal in Laura’s recovery process. She had never admitted to any of her friends, a deeply private matter, but it would always frame how she thought about her ex-girlfriend positively.

The time she spent with Daisy as a result was always thoroughly enjoyable. Currently, they were sitting in Central Park, enjoying the sun and ignoring the demons to the best of Laura’s ability. Unfortunately, they smelled utterly horrible. “I heard about your new position on the Panel,” Laura said conversationally. “How did it happen? Did you want the promotion?” Without knowing the circumstances, she couldn’t say that she was proud. Laura didn’t remotely trust the government or any authority that had any semblance of control over her.

Suddenly, she noticed the sound of a trigger being pulled, and Laura immediately rose from the bench, moving in front of Daisy. Much to her shock and confusion, it was not a bullet that shot at her and Daisy, but glue. She had been glued to the ground, and no matter how much she pulled at her feet, she couldn’t move due to the substance. Looking back up, Laura saw that the offender was a man holding two pistols, dressed in yellow. “What the fuck?” She asked Daisy, obviously very offended. “Did a man just glue me to the ground?”

Technically speaking, MJ and Daisy had been on a lot of dates. They went out together all the time, and now that they’d both agreed that PDA was totally fine, MJ never bothered to hide the fact that there was something undefined between the two of them. That being said, their relationship hadn’t stood the test of being around nearly everyone they knew. Their dates were private, away from the prying eyes of civilians and the fellow superhero community. MJ’s identity wasn’t public, but after signing, many more people knew who Iron Spider was. All that aside, she was proud to be attending Doom’s party with Daisy at her side, and she didn’t bother hiding it. Her arm was lazily wrapped around Daisy’s waist as she lead her towards the dance floor. “I have one goal tonight,” MJ informed Daisy seriously. “It’s to make sure that every single person knows that I have the hottest date here!” MJ was proud of the fact that her lines seemed to get better by the moment.

Eventually, she knew that she and Daisy would have to discuss what was happening between them, if anything serious at all. The fact that it hadn’t come up yet proved that Daisy most likely hadn’t had an easy history with relationships either, and weirdly, it made whatever MJ had with Daisy feel much safer. She never worried about suddenly being blindsided with questions, she trusted that Daisy would respect her boundaries, and that was one of the many reasons why MJ was excited for people to really notice that they were spending time together. “By the way, I’m really glad you came out with me.”

Honestly, MJ wasn’t sure whether she and Daisy were dating or not, but she wasn’t going to question it. Going down that road this soon after all of the bullshit with Pietro seemed like a really, really bad idea, and before she’d committed to him, she never would have bothered wondering. As long as she and Daisy were both having fun, MJ was happy with their arrangement, and judging by the way Daisy smiled and laughed and spent nights with her in Stark Tower, the fun was definitely mutual. The wondering was just a needless bit of drama, leftover paranoia, and MJ refused to entertain the thought anymore. She was doing better, recovering like Johnny requested in the only way she knew how, which was carrying on. 

Today that lead her to Dinozzo’s office, some marketing exec that absolutely sucked. Seriously, the guy was constantly a jerk to just about everyone, and Daisy seemed to have a flair for (kind of lame) pranks. “You’re seriously just stealing his pens?” MJ asked, leaning against the doorjamb with a fond smile on her face. “Trust me, if you met this guy, you would not only be stealing his pens. Once he told me I shouldn’t wear the colour green, Daisy. I love green!” Those hadn’t been his exact words, but MJ loved to paraphrase. “I say we at least add a whoopie cushion in. Dinozzo needs to be humiliated a little bit.” As MJ continued, she pushed away from the doorjamb and helped Daisy collect pens off of his desk.

Fighting demons was definitely getting old, but it was one of few enemies that the superheroes seemed to have, tucked away on this godforsaken planet/universe/dimension. Luckily, Jessica had people like Daisy Johnson in her life, and Daisy was way more resourceful at finding horrible people than the majority of heroes were. Rather than take Jessica to some infested apartment building, filled with scaly beasts, Daisy had taken her to Alphabet City where she claimed a new super villain named Leap Frog had risen. It was below their typical caliber, they were some of the best heroes around, if Jessica did say so herself, but she was thrilled by the prospect of something different.

Until she actually caught sight of ‘Leap Frog.’ “That’s not him,” she said, sounding completely exasperated. “That is not the villain that we have to fight,” she continued as her eyes narrowed. A man quite literally in a frog costume, with one large belt, jumped towards them and Jessica stepped to the side, dodging the blow. “Hey Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle,” she replied, her hands charging a spider-bite. “Try jumping over this,” she finished, aiming the blast at him. “How did you find this guy?”

New leadership with the Panel was an incredibly important story, and amazingly, Daisy Johnson had agreed to an interview with the Daily Bulletin, and Karen directly, regarding her new position. When the Accords first emerged, she hadn’t been sure whether ‘accountability’ would be positive in the light that Orse was framing it. In the end, her concerns had been warranted, and Orse painted a horrific picture of superheroes. With the change in leadership, especially the most recent, Karen was slowly growing more confident that the Panel’s intentions were good. They wanted to protect heroes’ rights, including their right to privacy, and civilians’ safety. That was the ideal that everyone had been striving for. If Karen could aid the women running the Panel by writing an honest, complimentary story on their changes, it was her honour.

Karen met Daisy Johnson in her office, a quaint space, but she had personalized it in a tasteful way. They each had coffees in front of them, and Karen had her phone recording anything they might say as well as a notebook to make any specific notes about angles she was hoping to take during their conversation. “Thank you so much for letting me be here,” Karen told Daisy. “I’ve always been hoping to run a story about the Panel, but I never found that fit until I heard that Daisy Johnson was helping to lead it. How does it feel?” A promotion like that had to be exciting, but also Karen understood that with public opinion so rapidly changing about superheroes and their liberties, running the Panel would also be incredibly stressful.

Daisy was aware of MJ’s circumstances, she’d never attempted to hide the whole ‘very angry’ and ‘possibly heartbroken’ thing, but she was moving on! Her and Daisy were having the times of their life, enjoying themselves in a no strings attached capacity, and frankly, it was awesome… well, minus the whole complicated ex-boyfriend part. Daisy was her friend though, the most important part, and MJ wanted to get to know her better. Honestly, she wanted to know every single thing Daisy was willing to share with her. Maybe that was crazy, maybe it was moving very fast, but MJ was insanely grateful for it. While she was excited about Daisy, MJ wasn't daydreaming about arresting Pietro Maximoff, although he definitely deserved it, and while she was excited about Daisy, all her focus was on how absolutely incredible she was. It was healthy, a sign that all the crappy feelings would end.

In the spirit of adoring Daisy, MJ’s new favourite hobby, she ordered takeout (which she plated in effort to claim she cooked it herself) and set a table — with candles! Daisy deserved a little romance, MJ wasn’t the best at it, but she was dedicated to trying. When Daisy entered MJ’s floor, she immediately kissed her hello, a little more friendly than she was with her usual hookups admittedly, but hey, she wouldn’t set a dinner table for them either. “I’m glad you’re here,” MJ told Daisy. “I ordered — I mean I cooked Chinese food. I’m really worldly, Daisy, you’re one lucky woman. I also lit candles for you! How special do you feel right now?”