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THESPNS.

          her  words  hit  mj  hard,  square  in  the  chest,  and  she’s  reeling,  head  nodding  —  because  she  understands.   she  understands  exactly,  in  a  way  that  almost  has  her  head  spinning.   ❛  he’s  not  really  that  easy  to  give  up  on.  ❜   she  says,  teeth  sinking  into  her  bottom  lip.   ❛  there  —  aren’t  a  lot  of  people  like  him.  ❜   she  had  never  cared  for  someone  the  way  she  did  him.   his  heart  was  so  good.   he  was  so  good.   he  had  so  quickly  become  her  favorite  person.   

            ❛  what  did  he  do?   your  peter  —  ❜   eyebrows  furrow.   she’s  curious,  she  can’t  seem  to  help  herself.   as  her  counterpart  said,  stories  can  echo  through  the  universe.   she’d  like  to  be  prepared.   after  all,  she  knew  as  well  as  anyone  that  peter  parker  operated  on  his  own.   he  made  decisions  without  stopping  to  think,  all  in  the  name  of  protecting  and  helping  those  he  cares  about.   his  heart  was  good,  but  stubborn,  always  thinking  he  knew  what  was  best.   she  was  lucky,  she  realized,  that  her  peter  did  not  try  to  push  her  away.   he  let  her  help.   ❛  what  choices  did  he  make  for  you?  ❜

  it looks  like she already  knew the answer. tipping  her head down, she tries to think of a logical way to explain this.  it’s always  been about  protection, her safety.  it was paved with good intentions but in the end, she valued truth above everything else. no matter how delirious or stubborn  that  made  her look.  “  he  pushed  me  away  more times than one. the root had always, always been for my protection and I understood that.  but peter, he never explained it like that  he  just .. “ went. “ and he didn’t let  me weigh in, argue, nothing. I know it’s because he loves me but I love him too. it hurts after a while. why can’t I worry ? who takes care of him ? “

taking a minute, mary jane presses her knuckles against her lips. “ he didn’t  let  me in. then our friend passed and .. things just got strained. “ everything building up to that point came crumbling down ever so quickly. she tried to regain focus from before, but it still brought tears to her eyes.  “ we  did  reconcile  though. not as fast as I wished, yet sooner than I had originally feared. “  there were complications in the easy way but still, mary jane wished they hadn’t been so stupid. “  through the gaps I changed, and he did too. I don’t blame him. I just wish he ran things by me back then instead of burdening himself, or .. unintentionally hurting me. “

      life  has  moved  on  for  the  girl  formally  known  as  eleven.  to  even  quantify  her  as  the  same  person  felt  …  strange,  almost  ALIEN.  it  felt  like  a  different  life  –  a  different   world  at  times.  over  the  years,  she’s  garnered  HER  OWN  foothold  in  society,  has  become  her  own  person  too.  something,  she  thinks  one  of  her  previous  guardians  would’ve  been  proud  to  see  her  in  …  if  he  had  been  alive  to  see  it.  

she  lives  now,  in  a  big  city  –  arguably  THE  BIGGEST,  and  it  feels  good.  the  chaotic  bustling  nature  of  it  making  her  feel  alive,  the  electricity  making  it  easier  to  have  that  horrid  past  of  her  feel  even  MORE  in  the  past.  the  door  knocks,  and  she  expects  one  of  her  neighbors  again.  the  mail  keeps  getting  mixed  up,  something  so  dreadfully  NORMAL  she  sometimes  thinks  about  asking  the  mailperson  to  do  it  on  purpose.  just  so  she  has  an  excuse  to  talk  to  more  people  too,  the  solitary  life  is  working  wonders  but  it  doesn't  help  her  feel  less  lonely.  pulling  at  her  long  sleeves,  she  traverses  to  the  door,  “  mrs.  philips,  we  really  need  to  talk  to  the  mail  person  about  – ”  upon  the  door  opening  she  realizes  it’s  …  not  the  familiar  woman  nearing  fifty  but  a  stranger,  her  face  falls.  strangers  in   strange  circumstances  still  make  her  uneasy.  jane  pulls  the  door  closer  to  herself,  closing  the  gap.  “ oh,  hi.  can  i  help  you  with  something ? ”

mary jane tried  not  to  look so  surprised  when the door flew open, granting her a first real look. this was nothing compared to the few ,  blurry  photos  she had tucked away in the file in her hands.  no longer a girl  but  she had grown a little older, in some way, it was bittersweet.  which is why she couldn’t screw around  or  fuck anything up. who knows  what else happened, was she the only one who had escaped ? were there others who weren’t aware of the situation ?

               @thespns​          (     ♡′𝘥     )

               ❛❛     do   you   really   think   you   know   exactly   where   i   stand﹐     𝘖𝘙   𝘋𝘐𝘋   𝘐   𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛   𝘓𝘌𝘛   𝘠𝘖𝘜   𝘋𝘖𝘞𝘕     ？     ❜❜

          “  I think  you’re  way  in  over  your  head, pal.  “

antigone   ...    you are antigone, from the theban plays by sophocles. you are bold, unwavering in your morals and your passion, an unstoppable force of nature. but when you go head-to-head with an immovable object, your ideals can lead you to self-destruction. you are stubbornly resilient and fearless to a fault, and aren't afraid to stand alone in the face of death. antigone, in your quest for justice, don't forget: you are allowed to step back, to love life a little, to be young once more before soldiering on to the very very end. be selfish in your fierceness, just once.

“ somethin’ serious? “   peter echoes,   hand coming up to gently massage his cheek.   gaze wanders from mj,   his brain feeling as though it was short - circuiting.    “ oh.   wow,   that’s,   um   … “    actually,   he doesn’t know what that is.   swallowing a lump in his throat,   brows furrow deeply.   “ …   great.   yeah,  no,   ‘m    -     ‘m happy for you,   mj.   s’ really good.   s’ really  great. “   and he means it,   he does,   but the ache in his heart hasn’t yet mended and the whole situation feels so  sudden  to him.   granted,   it’s been a couple of months,   so maybe he’s just being overly sensitive.    rubbing at the nape of his neck,   he forces a smile,   eyes crinkling gently at her.

“ oh,   yeah,   um   …   ‘course. “

   “  yeah,  I  think  so.  “   she  looked  after  him while he  took in the news, and a part  of her felt anxious.  bad;  maybe it was too early  to have  conversations like this.  but they’re  supposed  to  friends, too.  things  ended  amicably enough  but it  had  been  hard  for her afterwards ( and she could see it on him now .. never doubting  his feelings about them  )  “ hey  pete .. talk to me, “  she tries  to  look at him and connect, but she would understand if he shrugged  her off.  “ I just  couldn’t  stop  thinking about .. everything and .. “  her  lips  press together, pausing. 

“  we don’t have to talk about this, I’m sorry. “

@websup​ ... “  there  will  always  be  a  part  of  me  that  loves  you  no  matter  what.  ”

we  broke  up  but  I’m  still  in  love  with  you  /  accepting.

“  I  know, peter.  “   mary jane  was probably one of the few people in the world who knew that.  with  a heart  as  big  as  his, of course  she  knew  that.  there  was  the  answer.  she wasn’t  even  sure  if  it  had  been  the  one  she  was  looking for,  but it brought a semblance of calm ..  or at least, it calmed  something  down.  “  I  just  think ..  I’m  getting  into  something serious  with  someone,  .   and I  had to .. see if it was me, you know ? “ that  was  flighty,  or  horrible.    was  mary  jane  the  reason why it didn’t work.  it almost felt  hereditary at this point,  no matter  what  it felt  impossible  for her to escape that blaring image of her parents failed relationship,  but even if it was temporary ,  he  gave  her  relief. 

“  you’re important to me pete. thank  you  for  this. “