Of The Twilight Hours
Sequel to 'Midnight is Meant to Be'
Disclaimer: I own none of Marvel/Stan Lee's creations, only the scenario and original characters in this story.
Authors Note: Not as many reviews for my last little posting, could be because it got too racy, but since its exam season I'll let you guys off! Hope you guys do well!
John never did come in. Over an hour had gone past, the waters cold, the ceiling dull as Mary Jane lay across the double bed of the 'master suite' trying to find something to occupy her wandering mind. Truth be told it wasn't wandering at all, she just wasn't sure her thoughts of Spiderman were good for her. He had only just reappeared up the scene, and already he had thrown her life into chaos, she had tasted the unusual, the unscripted, and it had rekindled some sense of rebellion in her. All this stuff with John was crushing her, and it was suddenly becoming clear to Mary Jane that she thrived on fear, on the fact she had to fight. Life with John was too pure, too effortless. Since she could remember she had either had to act or fight to survive, in the face of her abusive father Mary Jane's mother had raised a tough girl, one to whom a simple life was boring.
Starting from now Mary Jane was going to rebel; she was going to give hell to this fake construct of a life and fight for what it had pushed away from her. Her acting career had become limited because of John's parent's views, her love life beyond hope with a nice but thoroughly dull man, and everything was bought for her, no sense of worth or satisfaction could be gotten in this state. Rising from the bed with a new fiery light in her eyes Mary Jane was back, and she knew what, and whom she wanted.
Inside the club was packed, full of people who either were important or thought they were, neither meaning much to Peter Parker. Felecia was thriving in the dark social atmosphere, the bright coloured lights swirled and gleamed over the masses of bodies on the floor, she laughed and smiled with a friend she had found at the bar, Peter was left wondering why anybody would find this sort of place attractive. As people danced and had a good time, he also noticed angry looking guys eying up Felecia, people too drunk to know what was going on and a definite underbelly of alcohol fuelled escapism.
Nothing wrong with trying to escape the Manhattan drone, but by wasting your liver in a dark room it all seemed a bit futile, because come the next working day you wouldn't have many if at all any memories of your time off, just of the previous working week, thus making the need to escape even worse. A vicious cycle, but one he had no right to say was wrong, after all he was… who is... OH NO!
On the far side of the writhing sea of human flesh, through the mirage of the neon lights Peter could see a tall man, a handsome guy stood in a dark corner, probably unnoticeable to the regular eye, but unfortunately his could pick him up very clearly, his white shirt and torn jeans a stark contrast to Peter's short sleeve blood shirt and black pants. After all the American public was used to seeing this man in white, it was his professional attire, the colour of NASA spacesuits. Captain John Jameson was stood, bottle of beer in hand looking at something Peter couldn't see, but then again he hadn't tried. He was too busy cursing his own bad luck. What the hell? He had not been outside at night without his costume in so long he couldn't remember, first time he does and Bang! He's cornered by one of the very two people he had been trying so hard to avoid. Its poetic hatred in a can, something just so wrong it had to happen. So if thunder was stood across the other side of the dance floor then where was lightning? Mary Jane could be anywhere, and god help him if he saw her, it wasn't on his list of plans to pull a quick fade on… Felecia?
Turning swiftly on his heel Peter found her still stood at the bar laughing with her friend. He didn't know what to do. Staying here would undoubtedly bring a confrontation with him and MJ, yet if he left Felecia would know something was up, she wasn't stupid and he wasn't the best of liars. But what if Felecia was with him when MJ arrived? Being with both of them at the same time was a very scary prospect, and he didn't want to have to explain away anything he felt about the rogue redhead to Felecia, it wasn't right to subject her to his old wounds.
Turning away from Felecia who was having too much fun to notice he wasn't even next to her anymore, Peter saw somebody approaching John Jameson, a woman. His heart was now resting firmly between his feet, his stomach melting away at its self in a vain attempt to burn the hurt from his body. The woman was lithe, dressed in all black, tanned and currently wrapping herself around an obviously wanting John, and Peter couldn't fathom this scene getting any worse. But over the loud music and the crazy lights he saw the girls black hair flicking around her neck, revealing a dark oriental face.
"What the hell?" Peter uttered as he observed in shock the scene unfolding before his very eyes. Now in a full on snog fest with a girl who wasn't Mary Jane, John Jameson had utterly confused Mr. Parker on every level; he just stared onwards, the music pulling back and the lights brightening. As the dancing stopped and people moved towards the cloakroom or the exit he realised his ability to go unnoticed was decreasing, and so he turned around, so many thoughts in his head they cancelled each other out. The club was shutting, and Felecia had said goodbye to her friend, a Michael Morbius if Peter remembered correctly. Seeing his girlfriend calmed him somewhat, and as she approached he turned to his side, and John was gone.
"Hey, what are you doing over here all by yourself?" the blonde asked looking at his face, unsure of what she saw in his eyes.
"Nothing, I just thought I saw someone but it wasn't them. Are you ready?" His shaken and nervous manner was mistaken for her thinking he felt like a lost sheep.
"I know your not really into the club scene Pete, I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you though" a sly wink followed, and Peter smiled, but all he could think about was Mary Jane's boyfriend was cheating on her, that body merging kiss wasn't going to stop there he wasn't as innocent as that anymore. As Felecia linked arms with him Peter was the envy of every guy left in Heaven's Gate, and yet somehow, he didn't feel like it.
It was very late, and still no sign of John. He was a big guy, no need to worry she told herself, well not until he comes in. Sat on the couch with a mug of steaming black coffee Mary Jane had in front of her a large pile of rejected scripts and drafts from the start of the year. It was around about that time when Peter had given Mary Jane his new mobile number, a worn down handset that somebody at work had given him when they bought a better one. For some reason, more likely because she saw him in person most of the time or talked on the home line, she had never added it to her phone. Now came the mammoth task of wading through this pile of paper to find a name: Peter, and underneath it a series of digits.
This newfound resolution could not wait until morning, and she had to take the opportunity whilst John wasn't in to bore her with random sports tales. She would go after who and what she wanted, and first on the list was Peter Parker.
Short I know, but it was crucial and I needed to get it out the way. Sorry its been awhile, and by the way, if the last chapter was getting a bit too risqué just let me know, I'll tone it down a bit. Thanks all, please review! Means a lot to little old me!