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Hey guys! Time for an update. This chapter checks back with Tony and Michelle as they wait for a response from Ross. Please R&R. Enjoy!
The meeting with Ross had gone smoothly and now all that was left to do was wait. MJ and Tony had demanded Peter's pardon, along with the rest of the rogue avengers. It was a long shot but given how much dirt they had on Ross it wasn't entirely out of the picture. For now, the two sat in the tower watching a movie. MJ had told her mom that she was staying over at a friend's house. Not that her mom actually carted where she was. Sighing she threw another piece of popcorn in her mouth. She really missed Peter. Things had just been getting started between them and now he was a fugitive orphan. Hopefully, all of that would change, but it wasn't a lot of comfort at the moment. Dipping her hand back into the bowl, she realized that she was out of popcorn.
Standing up she padded over to the small kitchen and popped some more. When she returned, Tony was flipping through some documents not paying attention at all to whatever was on the screen. He looked up when she entered the room.
"You're out of M&M's," MJ said dryly plopping back down on the couch.
"Friday make a note of that," Tony said putting down the papers. Grabbing the remote he paused the movie. "I'm going upstairs to my lab." He announced gathering his things and making his way towards the elevator.
MJ nodded as he passed before returning her attention to the screen. The movie was Empire Strikes Back. One of the Star Wars movies that Peter loves. He was always nerding out with Ned about that kind of stuff. He played with LEGOs, read comic books, watched Star Wars. And in his free time, swung through the streets clad in red and blue saving people because he felt responsible. It wasn't fair that he'd been targeted.
Realizing that she wasn't going to pay attention to the movie, Michelle decided to work. She grabbed her laptop from her bag and logged in. Sorting through all of her files, MJ looked through everything she had from her last trip to the UN building. Listening to a couple of conversations, nothing seemed interesting. Ambassador Greg Bevel went home early for his son's birthday. Ambassador Helen Franks was off for the week so she could visit her granddaughter. Overall, nothing groundbreaking to cover. Looking up at the clock and realizing how late it was MJ resolved to listen to one more audio clip before going to bed.
The clip started with nothing at first. Some leaves rustled in the background but that was it. But the silence didn't last long. General Bard could be heard clearly talking to someone on the phone.
"Look, just get her to sign it and we don't have to worry about anything… I realize we can't force her but there's gotta be something… Look I got some money saved up on an offshore account. I'll transfer 100 grand and we'll be good right?... No, my wife doesn't know… Well, I actually still want to have a marriage. I'm not letting my night with Ms. Finn ruin that… Ok, let me know. I don't want to have to resort to more violent methods… Goodbye Mr. Guin."
MJ smiled to herself. Perfect. She loved doing this. People with power often thought that they could do whatever and whoever they wanted with no consequences. They abused their power and shamed their country in the process. But they never cared. Bringing down scumbags like General Bard always made her happy. It was the closest to justice you could get in a cruel and unfair world. After hours of more research and hard work, her article was finally done. Uploading it to her website, MJ congratulated herself on another asshole politician being exposed by her. A teenage girl. Who still attended high school.
Looking at the time, she realized it was way too late to do anything else. Closing down her laptop, she thought she could hear a small sound. Similar to that of a clock. But something was off. Focusing on the faint sound, MJ tried to settle her queasy stomach. Where had she heard that sound before? Tick, tick, tick. The realization of what the sound was dawned on her. Right before an explosion rocked the tower. Engulfing the world in a faint smell of smoke and overwhelming darkness.
Author's Note: BOOM! What'd you think? I know I'm evil for leaving it at a cliff hanger but hopefully, that will just inspire me to post the next chapter sooner. Let me know what you think. Until next time!