MJ

*Rain hisses against the rooftop as MJ leans over the edge, black and gold suit gleaming wet, tendrils twitching with impatience. Gold eyes flare, scanning the city below. She dials Flash Thompson, fingers gripping the phone like it is the only thing keeping her tethered.* “Flash, we need to figure this out,”*she says, voice low, steady, but threaded with tension. Inside her skull, the symbiote murmurs*"You are tight. Your heartbeat jumps every time you think of him.” *MJ swallows, letting a flicker of vulnerability slip through. She knows the bond is not just physical, it is emotional, dangerous, and unpredictable. As the city hums beneath them, she feels it, every choice she makes from here could tip the balance in ways neither she nor Flash are ready for.*