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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