“Not much to write home about.” He made a dismissive wave of his hand — a light frown. “Same old, same old — I’m more bored than anything.”

“Hey, Wondy! Long time no see!” The arachnid-clad hero descends upside down via his web with the ever so slightest tilt of his head. “ … I’ve been, uh — busy.”

WE WILL BE THIS // TILL SYSTEM FAILURE.

… Pfft.

Uh-huh. That's nice, sweetheart.

And ... that will prove what, exactly?

No kidding.

Split custody. Figures. “That’s good, that’s good.” At least they’re still talking — he searches for words. “ … Break ups are never easy, Jess. I can speak from … personal experience.” A beat. “ … if you need, y’know, someone to talk to and confide in, I’m your guy, alright?”

"Oh. Right." He had almost forgot about the whole thing between her and Luke. A pause, he searches for words. " ... Have you talked to him? At all?"

"I was!" He chuckled softly –– lightly biting the inside of his cheek. "When you've been committed to a long term relationship like I have, you ... uh –– kinda lose all charisma," A beat. "Funnily enough."

"Yeah, of course. That was ... dumb." Him and his big mouth. Let it die. " ... Man. I used to be 𝙨𝙤 much better at talking to women than this."

“𝗜 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻. 𝗔𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸...“

" ... A little? It's mostly fuzzy." Most memories seem foggy and almost dreamlike. "All I really 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 was you watching me." A beat. "A 𝗹𝗼𝘁. Honestly, if I never knew you had a crush on me ... " He stops himself. Yikes. " ... N –– Not that you were, y'know, uh ... " Shit.

“My high school years were surprisingly my most tame.” He chuckled softly — he glanced at her, almost eyeing her. She was almost impossible to read as a person — he could never quite tell when she was being sarcastic, snarky or just bitter. “I, uh, actually almost ran into you a couple times —>

" ... I wish we 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 friends." His expression drops –– only slightly. A small frown. Regret? Guilt? Nobody could tell with Peter Parker. "I wasn't exactly, y'know, the nicest person back then ... ... If I met you back then, maybe –– " He trails off, a sigh. In another life.

"I never got that feature when I had the suit, actually." He glances at her, a soft smile. " ... It's nice to see you, though, Jess. I don't think I've really talked to anyone from Midtown other than ... well, Flash and Liz."

The alien thing wasn't even 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 big of a deal! ( A pause. ) ... okay, the whole "Former Skeevy Journalist Turned Lethal Protector" thing 𝙬𝙖𝙨 a big deal, but not the whole thing BEFORE!

Wow. That description was so subtle.

"Life is an illusion. Truth is a lie. I'll never be free. I'll never know what's real." - Experienced Jessica Jones - Bi interpretation - Mostlt 616 based, with small divergences

"How could I forget it –– ?" He thinks back –– probably the best Pizza he's ever had. Hands down –– he lightly bit the inside of his cheek. " ... why do you ask?"

"Yuck, no way. You can keep ... those things. I'll stick to my mechanically made webs, thank you." He furrowed his brows at her, with a light frown.

Pfft.

"Yeah, right!" His head whipped around to shout back at her, Hi-Tops stomping against the concrete as he continued to drift away from her.

"Okay, see –– this is / exactly / what I'm ... argh –– !" He immediately takes off, beginning to walk away in the opposite direction with a sharp huff. Just one day –– that's all he asks!

" ... yeah. sure." He gazed downwards –– lightly biting the inside of his cheek, there's no use in trying to shut her out. She'll just pry anyways. So, he won't. "Nothing wrong with ... that."

"Oh –– I'm ... sorry to hear that." He gazed off afar –– he could already tell where this is going, there's an awkward beat before he began to speak again, albeit with much hesitance "Look, Jean ... if this is what I think –– "

“Kinda.” He shrugged — he’s not usually one to be open about his personal relationships, let alone with another woman. It never seemed to end well when he did. “ … so, uh, what’s up with you?”

“Uck. Gross.” He scrunched his nose at her — a shake of his head, hands stuffed deeply into his pockets. “No, no — it’s just … I dunno — … it’s like a situationship, I guess?”

He’s never going to get used to that. He gently shook his head with a shudder — a murmur. “Err — well … “ He paused for a moment, “ … it’s complicated, y’know?” He couldn’t help but quirk his brow at that — why would she care about that?

Dammit. He turned his head around — putting on a forced smile. “Oh. Hey.”

" –– Oh, hey, it's Jean Grey." A beat –– a sudden realization, before beginning to make a silent exit. "Do / not / want my mind being read –– no thanks."

/ DCheads … we are back

To the world, she’s an Omega-level Mutant. But honestly, she’s just Jean. 🧠 [Descriptive 18+ RP, N/SFW, more info in this thread. 🧵]

What a world.

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... A scrunch of his features. Why couldn't he be put up with a non-otherwordly being? " ... Alright. If you insist."

“Oh.” He frowned. Did he really come that much off as a creep when he was awkward? Sheesh. “ … sorry.”

A blink. He seems almost bewildered as he stares at her in almost shock. “ … okay — … what?”

"HEY! WOAH –– WOAH!" He practically runs over to her, grabbing her by the shoulders –– stopping her in her tracks. "What are you doing?!"

"I ... look," He rubbed the back of his head –– maybe it was a bad idea to tell her about this kind of thing. " ... I'm not / that / kind of photographer, alright?"

" ... Kind of, but I'm not sure if you would like it. Trust me."

" ... no, NO –– ! I would very much not prefer you give me those photos. Thank you." He cleared his throat. Ah, jeez.

"Yes, well, no? It kind of depends. You'd have to go to ... very specific websites if you wish to sell photos." A beat. "Websites I've 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 been, must I clarify! HA!" 💦

" –– Okay, well ... " He tried to think of a good analogy that would make sense to her –– he lightly tapped his fingers against himself, before snapping his fingers when he immediately thought of a good. "You're aware of The Agora, right? It's kind of like that!"

" ... Ohmygod." His ensuing chuckles soon turned into laughter. "No, no –– ! It's a ... social media thing, y'know?"

"Wait, you –– you ... ... you think this is a ritual?"