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“Michelle, can you take out the trash cans for me please?”

Her mom’s voice comes up the stairs to where MJ’s curled up in her desk chair, trying to write a paper on To Kill a Mockingbird and is relevancy in society today, for her philosophy and modern society class, groaning as she leans back and rubs her eyes tiredly. “Yeah,” she calls back downstairs, leaving it to a simple one word response.

She’d been up until around two in the morning working on another paper, and gotten up at seven to finish this one, plus she has an article for the school paper due at the end of the week and she hasn’t even started doing research for it. MJ sighs, pulling on a sweater as she makes her way downstairs.

Her mom’s in the kitchen, doing dishes by the sounds of it, as MJ starts empty the garbages out of the different rooms in the house. Bathroom, bedroom, kitchen - all of them. Her entire body feels completely exhausted and worn out, not getting more than an average of ten hours of sleep per week with the way all her work is piling up. Her day planner is completely full, each day with some new assignment or something to finish.

Her mom smiles at her, kissing the top of her head. “Thank you,” she says, and MJ smiles a little in response.

“Yeah, yeah,” MJ says teasingly, kissing her mother’s cheek before she goes to bring the cans out to the side of the road.

The first thing MJ sees when she opens the door is a car parked outside that looks to be worth more than anything she’s ever seen, staring at it for a moment in confusion. The last time she checked, the only two people she hung out with (Ned and Peter) didn’t have any car like this, and she doubts that’s changed recently. MJ pauses, kicking the bag in her hand over the front steps as she drags it out to the side of the road. 

Once the trash cans are there she pauses, squinting to see through the tinted windows, but it’s no use. Crossing her arms over her chest, she makes her way back toward her front porch, looking out at it again. “Weird,” she says to herself, leaning against the railing. 

he’d asked peter’s permission first, had asked many questions about mj in regards to whether she’s truly trustworthy. not that tony intends on telling the young woman about peter being spider-man, but he’s going to bring her into the stark industries family. if she accepts, of course. after all, she’s a deserving and gifted individual, far beyond her years with an intelligence surpassing nearly all of her classmates. 

maybe parking right outside her home is odd, but he’s still figuring out how to approach the situation. simply approaching her might be best, but knocking on the door invites others to become aware of his presence, thus possibly creating a scene; tony doesn’t need that. such a decision doesn’t need to be made, not by him at least, for mj walks out of her home at just that moment with trash in hand. he won’t get out of the car right away, though, not even when the young woman tries to get a look inside, instead waiting until it looks like she’s walking back. admittedly, though, tony’s surprised when she stops and turns back around to face him ( or rather, his CAR ). however, what better time to move than now?

grabbing for the door handle and pushing it open, he’ll climb out and stand, smoothing out his suit jacket as he straightens up. the door is slammed shut, glasses in place over dark eyes as feet bring him closer to the other.   ❛ michelle jones, right? ❜   a brief pause follows once he’s reached her, the man taking the first two steps before stopping and extending his hand out to her.   ❛ i’m tony stark. ❜   as if she doesn’t already know that.