[For MJ & Pete] Jailbreak, Pt. 2
Johnny had been called selfish more times than he could count by more people than he could count, but this was, at least, one time where no one could really accuse him of it. He was pretty sure getting the invalid out of the clinic for the first time in a month was considered a charitable act (and something a friend would do anyway), and Pete was happy.
They were in high spirits by the time they made it back to the compound, and though Johnny felt bad about having to dump Pete right back in that clinic bed, at least he'd gotten out for a couple of hours. For one last hurrah, though, Johnny raced the wheelchair down the hall as if they were ten years old, not pushing thirty-- and came to a stop so quick in the clinic he had to reach out and grab Pete's shoulder in case he went flying.
Having to face Mary Jane Watson with that look on her face, Johnny had to wonder what the hell he was thinking, insisting he'd take the blame for their little joyride.
"Hey, MJ."
Yeah, he so was dead.
They were in high spirits by the time they made it back to the compound, and though Johnny felt bad about having to dump Pete right back in that clinic bed, at least he'd gotten out for a couple of hours. For one last hurrah, though, Johnny raced the wheelchair down the hall as if they were ten years old, not pushing thirty-- and came to a stop so quick in the clinic he had to reach out and grab Pete's shoulder in case he went flying.
Having to face Mary Jane Watson with that look on her face, Johnny had to wonder what the hell he was thinking, insisting he'd take the blame for their little joyride.
"Hey, MJ."
Yeah, he so was dead.