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ofspidvrs​:

    the  merchandise  for  the  spidey  family  never  failed  to  make  miles  smile  -  it  wasn’t  like  he  was  new  to  this  whole  situation  of  working  with  people  who  were  exactly  like  him.  he  enjoyed  it  really,  especially  because  he  knew  all  of  this  wasn’t  going  to  happen  again..  it  was  only  a  matter  of  time  before  he  and  a  few  of  the  others  were  back  in  their  own  universes.  “you  look  good  in  your  suit,  i  don’t  know  what  they’re  talking  about.”  eyes  scan  across  the  line  up,  elbow  jutting  out  to  brush  against  jessica’s  arm.  “plus,  i’m  sure  yours  sell  out  the  fastest.  i  know  whose  i  would  want  first.”  finger  points  towards  jessica’s,  a  warm  smile  on  his  face.  “at  least  you’re  not  being  labelled  as  a  murderer?”

     “Okay. Slow down, kid.” Jessica groaned, rolling her eyes though a soft laugh remained on her lips. “I wasn’t fishing for compliments. If I wanted to know how attractive I am, I’d look in a mirror.” She his the flush on her cheeks but reaching out to elbow him back in his side, grinning wide. “I’m pretty sure you sell out first, Miles,” she says. “People like your style. Don’t tell Peter I said this but you are the ‘cool’ spider-man; I agree with the display” In her head, she mumbled a quick apology to the other boy. Then her arms went over her chest, eyeing the display. “Yeah, I guess not.” She shifted where she stood, eyes trained on the label. “It’s different for you kids,” she confesses silently. “I’ve been a murderer, you know? I worked for HYDRA. I worked for SHIELD. You kids got your powers and then chose to do good - when I finally had the freedom I wanted, I went right back to the things I knew. You’re good people. None of you deserve to...” She trailed off, gesturing to the display. “Sometimes I wish the world was kinder to you all.”

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strangeheir​:

                  𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚   𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝   𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚’𝐬   𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞   with   a   chuckle   of   her   own.   she   then   extended   her   hand   out   toward   jessica   in   an   attempt   to soothe   her   worries.    ❛❛   skrulls   are   tricky   creatures.   ❜❜   the   sorceress   assured   her.    ❛❛   it   isn’t   too   far   fetched   ,   i’m   only   teasing.    ❜❜   clea   quirked   a   brow   ,   ❛❛   how   is   motherhood   ?   is   it   treating   you   well   ?   ❜❜

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Jessica, unused to affection, nearly snapped her hand away as Clea reached out. Reminding herself that Clea was a friend, she remained, albeit stiff. “Awful.” She responds. “He calls me mommy and I want to crawl out of my skin. I never thought I’d be a mother, you know? I never wanted to. I never thought...” Jessica trails off, taking a long and deep swig of the now lukewarm beer in front of her. “How’s being a witch treating you?” She tries to change the subject quickly. “Can I call you a witch? Is that offensive?”

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scttlcng​:

“  that’s not really comforting  ,  ”  he mutters  .  “  especially given how much time i spend around young adults who are always on their phones  —  i’ll be the laughingstock of all of sword  .  ”  scott doesn’t stick his tongue out  ,  but that’s only thanks to a feat of incredible self-restraint  .  jessica is not taking this seriously enough  .  “  antman’s unpopular because everyone thinks i’m lame  ,  that’s only going to get worse  !  ”

“Hey, those young adults are professionals. I’m sure the young avengers are all being very mature right now and not at all texting each other videos of your mishap.” Jessica waved her hand in the air. “Honestly, Lang, I think it’s because you lack sex-appeal. Black Widow’s ass trends on Twitter at least once a month. Now, what if you just cut a little window in the front of your suit to show off your pecs?” Jessica couldn’t hold back her snickering, super-spy that she was. ”No one would think you’re lame then.”

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brxinixc​:

“How charming,” Brainy replied without an once of expression in their voice - their own attempt at sarcasm, with a very exhausted edge. It wasn’t just the lack of sleep getting to the alien though, it was the lack of sleep combined with the stress of this whole situation. But of course, that issue had already been talked to death, “First of all, you’re not that much older than me,” Being called ‘kid’ was not particularly kind, as far as Brainy saw it, although Jessica probably meant no harm, “And secondly, I did manage to sleep a little, but I think the loud sounds were just… people who have no concept of time and place.”

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“But I am older than you.” Jessica retorted, smirk on her face. As soon as she could tell they didn’t exactly enjoy the name - no one she called a kid ever did - it only served to spur her teasing forward. “Don’t worry about it, kid. Once you get to my age, everyone younger than you seems like a kid.” She waved her hand in the air, pausing as they continued. “Well, no one really has a concept of time and place. Call it...human nature. Horribly selfish; horribly stupid.” She paused. “If you’re about to tell me you want me to tuck you in with a bedtime story, you should know I only read horror. Not exactly naptime material.”

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“You know what they say, the truth is strange-r than fiction.” Jessica bit her bottom lip, letting a soft chuckle escape. “Okay, fine, bad joke. But if Clea Strange thinks my story is fake - then what luck do I have convincing anyone else?” Jessica shakes her head, slumping into her seat. “But it’s the truth. I was replaced by a skrull and my ‘son’ is my clone. Now whenever he calls me ‘mum’ I get a full body reaction.” She paused, kicking her feet up on the table. “It wouldn’t be so weird if you were born yesterday.”

꙳       ⋆        ⌕.      (   𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧    𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫.    )       @reshieldedstart​

              ❛❛   𝐲𝐨𝐮    𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲    𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭    𝐦𝐞    to    believe    a    story    like    that    ?    come    on ,    i    wasn’t    born    yesterday.    ❜❜

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“Could be a lot worse, Lang. Believe me.” Jessica laughs, chewing on her strip of bacon as she leans back into her seat. “Anyway, Ant-Man isn’t exactly popular with the media - you’ll fall out of the media loop in a week or two and no one has to know that your pants fell down.”

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“  you can’t be serious  !  ”  scott is five seconds from banging his head against a brick wall or flinging himself back into the quantum realm  .  this is humiliating  .  “  i can’t believe they got that on camera  .  ”

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greenarrvws​:

          “  I  FEEL  LIKE  I  should  be  slightly  offended  since  i’d  say  i’ve  become  pretty  good  friends  with  him  ,  no  ?  ”  he  playfully  clicks  his  tongue  behind  his  teeth  ,  twirling  an  arrow  between  his  fingers  .  listen  ,  he  is  not  at  all  mad  about  the  influx  of  archers  in  this  world  .  at  least  it’s  not  just  team  arrow  now  .  he  smirks  at  the  compliment  .  “  i’m  flattered  .  ”  it  doesn’t  even  matter  if  she  doesn’t  mean  it  .

   “No, believe me, Hawkeye’s life is kinda of like a...series of falling down the stairs. You don’t need to be offended for him, he offends himself.” Jessica shrugs - this green archer, holds a different energy than Clint altogether. But underneath it, she feels like she can see a similar charisma - something like the very thing that drew her into Clint in the first place. What was it about picking up a bow that turned people into charmers? Maybe there’s just some thing about people who, in a world of guns and fire, decide to pick up bows and arrows. “So, why’d you do it?” She gestured with her gloved hand. “The arrows, I mean. Was Green Gun taken?” And with another shrug, she offers a smile. “You are cute, but I’m a one-compliment-a-lifetime kind of lady, so that’s the best you’re going to get out of me.” 

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“It’s normal.” Jessica commiserated, laughing to herself until she realized the man seemed to be genuinely confused by it - or intrigued, she never could tell the difference. “People live complicated live. Most people, with....great sadness, you could say. Or...well, what kind of screaming was it? Some people also live their lives with great pleasure.” At that, she did laugh. “You get used to it. Did you manage to sleep at all, kid?”

“Is the sound of people screaming all throughout the night a normal Earthling thing or does this just happen in New York?” Brainy would like to say they were going to make a study on the subject and document some findings, but unfortunately they were far too tired, “Surely it can’t just be my block.”

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asgardianfemmefatale​:

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Amora glanced over to the darker haired woman. She watched her for a moment as she called what she did a neat trick. As she mentioned punching him, Amora scoffed. “I would hardly sully my hands with mortal filth.” Amora stated in a matter of fact tone. She wouldn’t let one of these lowly creatures dare touch her. As she continued to speak, Amora looked at her before her eyes wandered over her face. “Well, isn’t it obvious?” She asked before laughing. “I am a goddess. He knows his betters and, what can I say? I always get my own way when it comes to men.” She waved to the person in question, flashing a charming smile. “There isn’t much difference between mortal men and Asgardians. They all wish to please me. Who am I to deny them the opportunity?”

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Jessica couldn’t help it, she was laughing. Not a chuckle. Not a giggle. But laughter - loud and chaotic - head tilted back. “Oh. Oh,” Jessica simmers down, hand reaching out to cover her mouth. “You’re serious.” She blinks; in retrospect, with the life she’s lived, she probably should have figured that the woman claiming to be a goddess wasn’t joking. “Sorry. I’ve heard a lot of people talk that way and only some of them aren’t just delusional.” The mention of Asgard told Jessica that this woman might just be the real deal. “Let me buy you a drink as an apology? Though, everything here’s kind of shitty. I’ve stolen some wine Thor got off Asgard before and really the stuff made from California grapes don’t hold a candle to it.” She pauses. “I choose to respect any woman who likes to be pleased.” She pauses again. “Ugh. Yeah, that sounded bad to me too. So what are you the goddess of? Putting men in their place?” 

With a sip of her drink, another question rolls out. “I thought Asgardians were supposed to be more....” she waves her hand around, “less like the mortal filth of Earth? You get creeps up there too?” Maybe she’d scratch ‘Asgard Vacation’ off her bucket list.

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  Jessica’s eyes follow the man as he walks, smirking as she glances sidelong at the woman. She’s found herself at a bar again, and while that’s not a fact she wants to dwell on for long, she’s got this distraction standing right beside her. “Neat trick,” she comments with a smirk. “I think I would’ve just punched him, personally.” She takes a long sip of her drink, staring at ice cubes swirling around a thick glass as she slaps it back down. “You saved me a headache, so I think I owe you a drink but...” Now Jessica is leaning against the bar, eyeing the stranger. “...but I think I’d like to know how you did that first.”

Amora wasn’t one to involve herself in human affairs. She found them to be annoying to put it nicely. However, she had certainly adjusted to being here. She knew what was class and what was trash so to speak.

Stepping into the higher class bar, she was going to at least enjoy herself. “A Manhattan please.” She said as she stood at the bar. As she watched her drink be made, she glanced over at an altercation that seemed to be happening between one of the waitresses and a customer. She watched for a moment before looking away, instead choosing to focus on her drink being made. They were humans. Glancing again, Amora’s head tilted before she slowly approached, her physical allure alone stunning the man. 

Before he could even utter a word, Amora’s eyes locked with his as she pushed the glass left behind by a previous person. “You don’t want a margarita. You want a flat, half-empty beer.” She told him, looking him in the eyes as he happily obliged with the command as she handed him the leftover drink as he got up to leave. Though some people raised a brow at why he would listen to her so easily, Amora stayed quiet, leaning on the bar confidently. “How quickly bravado fades.” Amora scoffed, sipping her drink.

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bigbadpunishcr​:

really, he should have known better than to think a bar in hell’s kitchen might hold up to certain standards when it didn’t come to just beers in a bottle. given that tended to be what frank normally stuck to, he never really noticed that these places may… lack in other places. “i’m sure they really did it to personally get at you,” he chimed in, chuckling faintly as he glanced over to where jessica was now resting atop his shoulder. if it had been anyone else, he likely would have been bothered and shrugged them off. “hey, i said they had some places. you know full well i normally get a beer, i didn’t know their other drinks were going to be so terrible.” considering the thought, frank hummed in agreement, setting his almost empty bottle back onto the bar top. “maybe we should do that from here on out. kinda seem pointless to come out when we could just do that an’ know we’re getting the good shit.” 

“Oh, right, I forgot you don’t have taste.” Jessica laughs, lifting her head off Frank’s shoulder and turning back to her whiskey. She doesn't say what she’s really thinking; that sometimes she forgets Frank is just a human, underneath it all. He can still get buzzed off beer, Jessica needs a few glasses of whiskey before she feels anything at all. He still gets hurt, he can still-- Jessica swallows, not wanting to finish that thought. “Is your beer cold, at least? I’d hate it if you got warm beer. I know you don’t have standards, Frank, but I do.” She laughs again, just teasing. “Mhm, well, why don’t we get out of here then and grab ourselves a bottle of ‘the good stuff’?”

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“If you say anything about the way I look, I will bury you somewhere no one can find you.” Jessica pointed up; disheveled, covered in spit-up, smeared with ketchup and marked by dark circles of sleep deprivation. She’d come to her planned training session with Anya looking like she’d just walked out of a tornado.

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closed for @greenarrvws​

“So are you a knock-off Hawkeye or is Hawkeye a knock-off of you?” Jessica eyed the green-arrow-man, wondering just how many men out there thought shooting arrows to solve crime was a good idea. There was purple and now green...what was next, red? Jessica’s hands move to her costumed hips. “You are cuter than Hawkeye, that’s for sure.” That she says just to annoy the spirit of Barton somewhere- she hopes he feels chills from wherever he’s eating pizza, no doubt.

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closed for @ofspidvrs​ location: the streets, outside a costume shop.

“Oh, bloody hell,” Jessica scoffed, staring at the display of costumes in the shop window. It seemed to be some spider-themed promotion the only-seasonally-relevant store was putting on, as evidenced by the plethora of costumes on display. There’s ‘Spider-Woman’ labeled on a costume that is clearly Gwen’s. ‘The Cooler Spider-Man’ on what should be Miles’. And ‘Possible-Murderer-Spider-Man’ on Peter’s- that, at least, she does have to give points to for making her snort. Hers, of course, is under ‘Old Lady Spider-Woman’. “How would they even know how old I am under the mask?” They’re supposed to be off for coffee, but Jessica won’t move from the display, staring at the mannequin that’s supposed to be her. “You know what? My arse is fatter than that.”

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ghcstspidcrs​:

          SHE  HELPS  HERSELF  TO  another  forkful  of  french  toast  and  shrugs  at  jess’  question  .  “  are  we  not  here  to  have  a  peaceful  brunch  ?  ”  it  doesn’t  take  much  for  gwen  to  come  to  the  conclusion  that  it’s  jess  who’s  raring  to  go  .  but  hey  ,  she  can’t  blame  her  .  the  fight  is  cutting  into  their  brunch  and  she’s  not  entirely  sure  if  she  can  sit  passively  any  longer  .    

 she  can’t  help  but  let  out  a  laugh  at  the  older  woman’s  incredulous  response  .  “  nope  ,  no  .  i  didn’t  hit  my  head  ,  ”  fondly  shakes  her  head  .  “  it  kinda  does  suit  you  with  how  many  of  us  you’ve  unintentionally  taken  under  your  wing  .  i’d  say  it’s  almost  natural  ,  ”  she  teases  before  shaking  her  head  once  more  .  “  yeah  i  don’t  think  i’ll  be  the  best  babysitter  .  between  school  ,  my  jobs  and  well  ––  ”  gestures  to  everything  .  “  all  that  ,  doesn’t  leave  much  room  on  my  schedule  .  i  don’t  know  how  you’re  able  to  raise  a  child  .  ”

 blue  hues  dart  over  to  the  two  men  fighting  and  back  to  jess  .  girl  sets  down  her  fork  .  “  hell  yeah  .  they’re  getting  on  my  nerves  .  ”

Jessica squirms in her seat. She hadn’t really taken anyone under her wing, she wants to say. They just happened to show up here, and as the oldest among them-- the most experienced with wall-climbing and spider-themes costumes-- she just couldn’t let children run around without some help. It didn’t feel natural, it felt logical. “I’m barely raising him.” She’s about half-sure Gerry might grow up to be just like her (not a good thing) and a cold shock runs down her back at the thought (a very bad thing). “Maybe I can ask Cindy...” Jessica muses to herself, then another chill overcomes her (the worst idea). 

But fighting is something she does know naturally. Motherhood was never going to suit her-- spiders don’t have families; she’s said it a thousand times. But fighting along side Gwen sometimes makes her feel like she could be wrong- but only just. “Oi, you two beef-brains. You boys ever hear of a knuckle sandwhich? I think they’ve got one on the menu.” Jessica throws the first punch at them, smirking as she thinks of how the solution to fighting is so often just more fighting (protecting the innocent by hospitalizing the guilty, right?). But as she moves, she leaves space for Gwen to follow nd do her thing.

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closed for @bigbadpunishcr​ location: a bar; hell’s kitchen

It wasn’t a secret that Jessica Drew enjoyed annoying people; she enjoyed irritating people just as much as things irritated her (which a lot of things did). For instance: her old fashioned was mostly ice; so painfully bereft of actual booze that she’d been groaning and complaining and pouting about it for a full minute now. “I just don’t understand why they would personally attack me like this.” She sighed, leaning her head against her company’s shoulder. “I thought you said Hell’s Kitchen had the good places. If I wanted overpriced ice I would’ve stayed in California. Why do we come to bars, Frank? It would be so much easier to just split a whole bottle between us.”

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closed for @irnstrk​ location: valentine’s mixer

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” It wasn’t just the fact that, somehow, she’d been signed up for some inane matchmaking program - though she was sure to give Anya an earful about that - it was also who she’d been matched with. Her hand snaps up, “no offense, Tony.” She’d meant the offense. “I’m going to wring Anya’s neck out for this. Child murder is okay, right? I feel like it’s justified.” She waves the letter around. “At least it’s better than getting matched up with Clint.” She sighs, downing the rest of her champagne. “You didn’t pay the organizers off just to mess with me, did you?”