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"I just saw this really cool film we could use to maybe buff her up a little possibly!"
...And The Writer Who Couldn't Let Things Lie.
From Ign's Preview Pages:

"My girl. The girl who is mine. We totally bang. Every single night".
Only Dan Slott and Peter could think Flash getting together with Betty is a good idea. Their last relationship was sparked by her helping him to get out of his depression and alcoholism (he promptly dumped her off-panel when this was over). He's recently suffered MORE depression from his paraplegia. Meanwhile she is ludicrously attempting to write a newsblog based only on the bleary sleep-mutterings of her roommate. And in the above panel, she looks like the drunk one.

...Actually, MJ...cover up that rictus grin, and what you get is a man who looks horribly sad...and not just put-off, seriously depressed. Just looking at him makes me imagine the man bashing his skull against a brick wall out of the sheer frustration of how rotten his life is. Perhaps the artist sympathises with us more than Slott does.
So...Mary-Jane Watson - bitter, self-obsessed, or...

...a dull mouthpiece for Slott's antagonism against anyone who questions his will?
Also: that second panel is just SCREAMING the word 'Threesome'. Look at the douche! That is no warm smile of amusement...his head is filled with visions of girl-on-girl or I'll fry my bowler!
...And The Writer Who Couldn't Let Things Lie.
From Ign's Preview Pages:

"My girl. The girl who is mine. We totally bang. Every single night".
Only Dan Slott and Peter could think Flash getting together with Betty is a good idea. Their last relationship was sparked by her helping him to get out of his depression and alcoholism (he promptly dumped her off-panel when this was over). He's recently suffered MORE depression from his paraplegia. Meanwhile she is ludicrously attempting to write a newsblog based only on the bleary sleep-mutterings of her roommate. And in the above panel, she looks like the drunk one.

...Actually, MJ...cover up that rictus grin, and what you get is a man who looks horribly sad...and not just put-off, seriously depressed. Just looking at him makes me imagine the man bashing his skull against a brick wall out of the sheer frustration of how rotten his life is. Perhaps the artist sympathises with us more than Slott does.
So...Mary-Jane Watson - bitter, self-obsessed, or...

...a dull mouthpiece for Slott's antagonism against anyone who questions his will?
Also: that second panel is just SCREAMING the word 'Threesome'. Look at the douche! That is no warm smile of amusement...his head is filled with visions of girl-on-girl or I'll fry my bowler!