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“Sorry, not tonight, thanks for the offer though.”

“... Spider-man? I don’t know, I didn’t even know he knew my name. He’s saved my life a few times.”

“See? So does that mean y-e-s?”

“You’re the first person to agree with me on that! I like you. But I have to ask: …You’re not Spidey-boy’s ‘Mary Jane’, are you?”

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Let her be everything because she is everything. [insp]

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“Well now the pieces are coming together quite nicely.”

“I didn’t know that, but thank you for saying so. Wade is a pretty hard name to compete with so I guess you have a point.”

“Really? Ever see Lady and the Tramp? Spaghetti scene. Boom.”

“Mary Jane, you have the most beautiful name of all the names in the world, you know? Other than Wade, though. Wade’s a pretty gorgeous name.”

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“Yeah he has a tendency to be an asshole.” His smile made her want to smile so she did, right back at him, then she flushed at his compliment. “We have peach, and raspberry iced tea.”

“Heh, he usually like dat?” A smile flashed over his features as he glanced up from the message he’d been typing, giving the redhead a quick once over. “If it’s eat or miss seein’ more of dat pretty face, I s’pose I can stand t’ ‘ave some iced tea. Got any flavors?”

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“Oh hush.” She looked up at him and did her best to will the blush away from her cheeks. She looked back at the clock on the wall and shrugged a bit before looking back at Pietro. “I don’t see any, and I’m supposed to take my lunch break soon anyways.” Untying the apron from around her waist she brushed off her dress. “I’ll be back in a minute.” She quickly went back to put her apron under the counter, and put in two orders with the cook before coming back taking a seat at Pietro’s table.

“Well it is sort of my defining feature,” he said with a small sigh. He smiled softly as he noticed her fidgeting with the pad and the blush, “You OK there?” He asked almost mockingly. “Well that would be good if you would sit down and eat it with me,” he said looking back down at the menu, “Can’t be any harm in that either.”

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“Sure I like dancing, but you haven’t given me a good enough reason to say yes.”

“What’s de matter, don’ you like dancin’?”

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“Exactly. Yeah I think he was born an asshole, honestly. It’s nice to meet you Skye, I’m Mary Jane.” MJ chuckles a little and shrugs. “Maybe but I don’t think he’s paying enough attention to me right now.”

“Right? It kinda loses its purpose. I thought so, I can recognize an asshole when I see one. I’m Skye, by the way. Next thing you know you’ll get in trouble just for talking to me.”

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Mary Jane smiled down at the woman and placed an empty mug on her table. Reaching behind her she grabs the regular coffee and pours her a cup. “How about you start out with one, and I’ll get you a menu?”

“I probably need all five cups of that. Granted that I apparently can’t tell if I’m speaking aloud or if I’m thinking to myself,” Betty said with a laugh. “Food… is probably useful.”

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“... So you’d like about five cups of coffee? Would you like food to go with that or just a lot of coffee?”

“Coffee… coffee… coffee. I need coffee. Um… coffee sounds really… helpful right now.” 

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Mary Jane spit more blood out of her mouth and took another swing, that one unfortunately missing. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her close, his breath smelled like her father’s and out instinct she kicked and hit him in the knee. When he cried out in pain she hit him with her other hand and he finally let her go. Scrambling back she heard someone call out and she looked back... Coffee shop guy? She didn’t really have time question as he got closer to her and this stupid man. “You don’t have to protect me, I got this... I could do this all day.” The look on her face determined, and  an eyebrow raised as she glared the guy down. 

BACK ALLEY FIGHTS

A lot of things happened in New York. That was something that had yet to change, Bucky found. There was a reason why all those… masked vigilantes he kept reading about on the papers were so popular in New York, none of them running out of the business. Even with them running around the city, trouble that they couldn’t get in time to sparked up here and there. Today it happened, again. What had startled him was the girl running desperately out a back alley. He almost stopped her to ask the woman what was wrong, until he heard the shouting. Ah, shit. Someone was very in trouble.

Deciding that he couldn’t just stand there and do nothing about this, he rushed down towards where the shouting (a woman’s) came from. He still stood several meters away from the pair, but what he saw made his blood boil instantly. What sort of abusive fuck beat a woman like that? And having seen the other woman scrambling out of the alley earlier, he assumed that this woman wasn’t the first victim. The woman seemed familiar, but that probably wasn’t a point worth focusing on right now. “Alright, you abusive piece of shit. Leave her alone.” Bucky said as he got nearer to them.

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“That’s alright, it’s not your fault he was born a douche bag... Anything interesting going on the world?” Mary Jane couldn’t help but smile down at the man before chuckling a bit.  “We do have coffee. Do you want  decaf, or regular?”

“Oh, that’s uh- Sorry about that. I got a little bit lost in the paper.” Steve has taken religiously to reading the newspaper. He didn’t want to miss a single thing that could be important. “Do you have any coffee?”

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“Very good point, I don’t really know what people get out of decaf.He’s an asshole by nature, I’ve been working here for about 4  months.”

“Regular, decaf doesn’t count as coffee if you ask me. Did you start working  here recently and your boss is trying to intimidate your or is he just an asshole by nature?”

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“Wait seriously? You’ll hit him for me?”

“Well, fortunately for you, I’m not the type of person to refuse free food.”

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BACK ALLEY FIGHTS

Mary Jane was annoyed. Her day started out with her father screaming obscenities already smelling like bourbon, and was now currently ending with herself in a crowded coffee shop. Her audition went terribly, the pianist was off time, she yelled at the casting director, and to top it all off her costume was on backwards and she hadn’t noticed until after the audition. The tension left her body as she stepped onto the sidewalk and took a sip her coffee, she started making her way toward the subway station she heard a cry from a dark alleyway. Stopping she listened a bit more closely and heard muffled crying coming from the alleyway. 

Throwing her coffee to the side she ran down the alley, “Hey!” She distracted the man pinning down the girl long enough for her to run, but long enough to make a run for it herself. The man comes toward her and fear runs through her but she stays put even takes a few steps forward. “You think it’s okay to beat up girls in dark alleys buddy? What about me?” She put her hands up and into fists, if she was gonna go down it wouldn’t be without a fight. As he came toward her she threw the first punch and watched as he staggered back before she groaned in pain. She looked down at her hand and somewhere between looking down and looking back up she missed the fact he was barely faced and had reared back for a punch of his own. Taking it like a champ, as always she stood back up and spit the blood out of her mouth. “That it?”

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“I wasn’t exactly looking at your hair before.. Besides I was tipsy.” Blushing a little she looked down at her note pad which she was fidgeting with as she waited for him to order. “Well then, why don’t I order something for you and we can see happens from there?” She smirked a placing a hand on her hip an eyebrow arched at him. “I mean, where’s the harm in it, right?”

“Well that just means you were doing such a good job at paying attention before,” he said as he looked down the menu.  “Well I don’t quite see what I want on the menu,” he said as his eyes shifted to her with a playful smirk before shaking his head, “I’m not sure what to get, haven’t really had American food before.”  He was lying, but no need for her to know that.

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“Decaf or regular?”

“Oh–yeah, sure. I’ll have uh…coffee? Black, no sugar.”