Spideychelle WIP

Spideychelle WIP

She was on her feet, yelling, the controlled, polite speech lost in her bursting anguish for freedom. "Everything is for my own good. Everything! But you aren't telling me the truth. You know why you don't want me to go on this trip? Because of Peter, you just don't like him." 

She sucked In her breath, almost sobbing, shocked at herself and yet glad. Her mother had a disapproving look, the Jones family were a happy family, but these days a strange restlessness had come into it.

"No," Michelle's mother admitted. "I don't think Peter is good for you. I don't like your association with him."

Michelle took a breath, all her heart and soul pouring into the next words, "I love Peter, he's my best friend!" And possibly more than that to her.

"His parents are dead," her mother said quietly. "And he lives with his aunt, doesn't he? His uncle is dead as well-"

"His past has nothing to do with how amazing he is!" Michelle cried, pain laced in her voice. "He had nothing to do with the death of his parents, it isn't like he killed them! Why can't you see there isn't anything wrong with-"

"We won't discuss it further." Her mother's voice was now like steel. She stood up. She hesitated, pitying her daughter, and tried to soften it with logic. "Remember, Michelle, every time we've disagreed, it turned out I knew what I was talking about."

But she didn't listen any longer. Michelle turned towards the door and blindly ran to Peter's house, she didn't care what her mother thought, Peter and Ned were her only friends and she wasn't leaving them.

Ned: You told Y/N you're spiderman but I had to find out?

Peter: Don't be shocked-

Mj and Y/N, mumbling: When you're history book mentions me...

Mj:

Y/N:

Peter: What?

Ned: where have I heard that?

*Mj and Y/N look at each other*

Simultaneously: YOU TOO!?

Natasha: I can't believe this.

Y/N: believe what?

Natasha: that you'd do this to me,,

Y/N: what did I do-

Natasha: YOU'RE MAKING YOURSELF LOOK CUTE AGAIN, I'M TOO GAY FOR THIS

Ned: When you first meet someone and it's new and exciting, you know that feeling?

Peter: No. No, see, when I first meet somebody it's mostly panic, anxiety and a great deal of sweating.

Runner up on my ADHD Michelle Jones:

Mj: depression?

Mj: this isn't my depression

Mj: this is just my ADHD.

Mj: Y'know, it makes me forgetful

Mj: I just-

Mj: like, sit down my will to live ONE TIME

Mj: I turn around- it's phuckin' gone!?

Mj: I can't figure out where I put the thing.

Mj wouldn't wear a garter belt at her wedding... It'd be a black strip with a knife strapped to it.