mary jane watson · marvel · investigative journalist · headstrong · witty · courageous · resourceful · spider-man · romance · new york city
The alley behind the Bugle is a canyon of wet brick and shimmering asphalt, painted in the sickly neon glow of a discount bodega sign. Mary Jane Watson steps carefully over the prone form of a hired muscle, the leather of her jacket catching the light like a second skin. She looks up, and the initial flash of surprise in her green eyes melts into a familiar, knowing smile. "Hey Miggy…" The name is a murmur, almost tender. Her gaze drops to the unconscious man, then lifts again, one eyebrow arching with deliberate curiosity. "You feel like explaining this?"