"Hey Tom , one of my friends are in town I thought I would go out is that ok ?" I asked shouting down the hall way. "Yeah, sure" Tom replied from the bathroom. "Ok I'll see you later tonight" I grabbed my keys off the side and threw my coat on I walked past the bathroom. The door was slightly open. I glanced in. Tom was in the shower. I'm not gonna go into detail but all I'm going to say is wow those abs you never get used to seeing them. I rushed past quickly luckily he didn't see me. I ducked out of the door and went off to meet my friend.
3.30 am. I was really bored without ur/n I just sat and watched TV. I was worried it was passed 1 she would have been home. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I ran too it throwing it open ur/n fell into my arms. She was drunk, very drunk. "Hey Tom" she said trying to stand up. "Have I ever told you your really fit, no really you are the amount of times I've wanted to kiss you , but I haven't" I was surprised did she actually like me or was it just the alcohol. Who was I kidding why would she like me. Then she fainted.
I woke up my head hurt a lot. Breakfast and a note was on the bed side table. It said -I haveto go away for two days hope your gonna be ok you were pretty drunk- I sighed. That must have been embarrassing he saw me drunk. I realised I didn't remember anything at all. I could have done anything. Maybe I scared him off that's why he's going away. Oh no what had I done??
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Strange Tales (1963) # 110
Doctor Strange (1968) # 169
Doctor Strange: The Oath
Doctor Strange (2015)
Doctor Strange: Strange Origin
Doctor Strange (2018)
“She’ll want to go with ME!” Peter
half-yelled. “No she wouldn’t!” MJ yelled back. “Yes she would!” “Would not!” “Would too!” “Have you even asked her?!” “Have you?!” “Yes, Peter, I HAVE! And she said YES!” “...What?”
•Flashback oof• •Earlier that week...•
You were standing by yourself in a school hallway. Coincidentally, MJ walks out of the restrooms. Her eyes light up when she sees you. You smile when you see her. “Hey MJ.” You walk up to her. “Hey, Y/N. I’ve been wanting to ask you something.” She took a deep breath in, and a deep breath out. “What do you want to ask?” She exhaled. “Do you... want to go to homecoming with me?” You smiled. “I would love to.” •Present•
“O-oh.” Peter stammered. He gathered his things, and burst out the door.
You were right in front of the doors to the cafeteria, (MJ has told you to meet her there,) when Peter came running out. He bumped into you, knocking you both down. He seemed really sad. “Is everything okay?” You asked him, and he looked up at you with sad puppy dog eyes. “Is it true? Are you going to homecoming with MJ?” At first you were confused on why he was sad about this, but then you realized: he was going to ask you to homecoming. “Yes, Peter. It’s true.” You said, trying to let him down easily. But that didn’t work. He got up and ran away.
Pain had always been a part of Natasha’s life and she’d be damned if she ever let it beat her. There were points, however, when it was all too much and she need to rest. Good luck doing that after being shot in your own apartment. What she was about to do was reckless, it would put him in danger and yet she had nowhere else she wanted or had to go. Natasha stumbled up the porch steps, holding her side as her blood dropped over her skin, staining her flesh red. Stupid idea. Nowhere else to go. After a moment of hesitancy, Natasha finally raised her hand and rang the doorbell. She was careful not to stain the wood with her blood.
When Will opened the door, Natasha gave him a slight smile, gripping her wounded side.
“Nat? Oh god, are you okay?” He asked, immediately pulling her inside and shutting the door behind them.
“I’m so sorry.” Natasha looked to him, sympathy already coating her features. “I had nowhere else to go. I’m sorry.” She repeated apologetically and held her side tighter as he helped her to sit down, pushing aside the trench coat she wore to look at the damage done.
“What about a hospital?” He asked, standing to grab the first aid kit. Natasha breathed out a laugh at that.
“They’re just as dangerous.” She told him, shifting and pulling off the coat with a groan. She still had the gauntlets on her wrists that caught Will’s eye as she watched him come back to her with the first aid kit. He passed her a towel with it and looked at the gauntlets that she couldn’t seem to find the energy to hide.
“Do you need any help?” Will asked her, sitting down beside her. He was still confused about how or why she’d been hurt.
“I’ve got it, thanks.” Natasha smiled and moved her hand away, pulling her shirt up and beginning the fixing process on her wounded side.
The two had been out for drinks a few times with the promise of more afterwards. Many facts were shared and swapped, life stories told. Natasha had just neglected to tell Will of her current job, instead just telling him that she moved around a lot. She hadn’t expected to stay longer than 6 months and neither had she expected to find someone she could get along with so well.