These are some of the details I have put in the file in my head...
The first time you ever mentioned "her" and slapping her on the ass.
The look in your eyes when you're angry.
Your innate ability to see past my walls.
Yeah, it scares the shit out of me.
NO ONE
has ever
been able to do that...
But it is a fear
dominated by electricity.
And that power
just surges
the throbbing
of my own
further.
I know you know about my demons...
The ones that barely hold down the bile when that idiot
thinks he is a hero merely by taking them shopping?! He is no fucking hero.
And that is exactly why I made you into HIS favorite superhero. It's not
because I expect you to morph into that suit. It's because you are everything
he's not...and so, so much more.
And that is only the tip
of the iceberg as to why I am always
and forevermore, your Mary Jane.
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