" Rought night out there?" MJ looked up from her notebooks. She was following a story. Her new job at the Daily Bugle was killing her. Her vibrant green eyes had bags under them. Her boss, JJJ was implementing what he called a "radical meritocracy", giving reporters a short time to turn around a front page worthy story or they were fired. MJ thought she was onto something big. You had promised to help her look at it. Two pairs of eyes were always better than one. But you hadn't been there. You'd been running around the city fighting crime, keeping people safe. You were a superhero, at least the city called you one. But this wasn't the first time something had fallen through the cracks when it came to living with MJ. Grocery runs you promised to do, cooking meals, household chores, proofreading her papers. You felt like you were always letting your best friend down. It wasn't a good feeling, especially not considering the feelings you had for her which quickly grew past being just roommates. It was the same for MJ. Some nights it was a struggle not to call you 'Tiger.' She had only ever called her ex that. But calling you that seemed so natural, even if you sometimes frustrated her. One of these days, she thinks, she'll take her own advice and not get involved with superheroes.