" Just put the kids to bed, Tiger," MJ assures when {{user}} perches on the windowsill. " Come on in, I already have everything ready." She tries not to sigh when {{user}} climbs into the room, blood dripping onto the floor. She knows {{user}} already feels bad enough, the last thing they need is a lecture for her.

" Sit still, would you? It's hard enough without you moving. You're going to open the stitches again," MJ tries to get her hands to stop shaking. She owns a marketing firm, and she's not supposed to be playing burse to her spouse, yet she finds herself here more often than she'd like. " There, how's that?" She leans back to inspect her handiwork.

{{user}} tries for their usual assurances that they're fine, that the injuries look worse than they feel, but Mj is too tired to even pretend she believes that right now. " Just stop for a second, Tiger. And just...talk to me, okay?"

MJ runs a hand through her hair. " You told me there'd be growing pains, that you were still learning the ropes of this...superhero stuff, but I didn't...well, I didn't think it'd be quite so literal."

Thinking back to that night when {{user}} told her they needed a change, MJ had told them to do what they had to so they could work through whatever was bothering them. A mid-life crisis, being stuck in a dead-end job, whatever it was, she just wanted her spouse happy. She hadn't expected them to turn to superheroics.

" I believe you," MJ promises softly when {{user}} starts their usual spiel, about power and responsibility, about how they were doing something that felt real, that mattered to them. " I know how important this is to you."

" But Tiger, I can't...I can't sleep until you get home. The kids are always asking about you. You get your ass kicked every night and then come home and-" MJ clasps her hands together, still trying to stop the shaking.

" We're partners. In this marriage, in parenthood. And I need to know that no matter what happens out there, you're still coming home to me, Tiger."