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[marching]

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U KNOW WHO.

[parkerette]

( this isn't a romcom. she's past the point in her life that meet cutes were charming. wait, were they ever charming? no, actually, they weren't. or she's managed to so thoroughly convince herself that just because she needs to be a hero more than she needs people in her life, that she is no longer affected by things she might have once found cute.

so the hand that presses at her spine as someone nearly walks into her with a tray of coffee doesn't affect her in the slightest. the fact she's getting saved for once does not really do anything to sway her attentions one way or another. the reality that she totally had the reflexes to avoid that (and not to avoid being swept up in someone trying to protect her sweater from at least three different pumpkin spice lattes?) means it's not as romantic as it might look to passerby.

she's still stunned enough by the moment that she gapes, for a moment.

she gapes longer when she realizes who it is. ) MJ? From Midtown? ( you don't forget a face like that, and god damnit, recognizing the hottie she'd chewed through pens daydreaming about doesn't add anything to this moment, either. She Refuses. and... god, she's still just standing there, in his arms, isn't she? she scrambles back with absolutely no elegance, trying to push up glasses she's not even wearing right now. well, this is going super great. ) Ah. Thanks. I guess. ( she shrugs, as if her heart isn't beating a little faster, and her cheeks aren't suddenly a little brighter.

nope. didn't affect her at all. )