𝖍𝖞𝖉𝖗𝖆 ──> 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓸!

「   →  ❝  who did this to you?  ❞ 」

in truth, jessica hardly remembers. the entire ordeal proceeded like a blazing wildfire   ──  the paranoia in her chest with each pair of eyes shifted in her direction  ──  jessica led them astray. just to see. ( it’s not good to fixate. logically she knows this. rationally she knows this. but if her guard should fall ── her family might be harmed.  or members of the spiderverse. or  ── or she could be replaced again. and no one would notice. no one would realize ───  )

it’s the memories, daggers in her mind, which sever her hold on reality. one moment, she’s all there. the next ─── a blinding flash of bio-electric green. dead.            d e a d . she’d been careless. she should have interrogated her suspect. she should have stuck to her avengers protocol  ───  no killing. but she’s always been a rogue in and of her own right, hasn’t she? a renegade. why should this be any different? 

❝   ───  i don’t know.   ❞ 

at least it’s an honest answer. they’re few and far between to come by these days. jessica recalls little but the sense of endangerment ──  the pulsating of attraction pheromones from her glands, luring suspicious personnel towards her. and then. all hell broke loose. had they even managed to touch her? or does the blood which paints her skin a red shade darker than her suit belong not to jessica, herself, but to the unfortunate souls who dared cross her path? who dared regard her with suspicion? 

❝  ─────────  i’m sorry for dropping in like this, pete, but it’s getting weird. i feel eyes on me. all the time. like  ──  fucking spiders crawling up and down my back, and i dont even have spideysense! what if it’s hydra---? what if it’s the skrulls---? what if it’s something even worse? or  ─  or what if i’m imagining the entire thing and there’s no threat at all ---? shit. fuck!  ❞ 

While we hope Jessica and her friends are having a good time at the Ren Faire, we hate to tell you that it was a simple distraction for our next move.

The government has great power and with the approved Accords, there’s nothing stopping them anymore. There are spies everywhere at the fair and all New York, studying every move. And they just informed that this vigilante is not playing by the rules.

*               Jessica             ━━━━━━━━┓ ✠ ┏━━━━━━━━       Drew

Scout looked away, wipng her cheek nervously. “Ah, pardon. I was handling some glass, and well…” she looked at the gash on her hand, “It’s nothing, though. I will take care of it later.” Putting on a smile, she pulled out a chair for her friend with an uninjured hand. “Please, siéger.”

「  🍬  →  a fluffy starter.  」⋮

picture this:   a woman, five feet, ten inches tall, parading across the city with a beaten down motorcycle, metal parts clambering unto the concrete as she strides down the bustling walkways. it’s a relatively long trek to natasha romanoff’s, particularly with a full sized bike poised atop her head, but one she wasn’t willing to risk via gliding, lest she accidentally drop her motorcycle ( her BABY! ) yet again. and so she finds herself here, pressing one palm into the wall, desperately attempting to catch her wheezing breath before reaching to knock. once. twice. until she’s decided she’s fed up with waiting and proceeds to bang scrap motorcycle parts along the wall in hopes this will be louder. until finally,

❝  — natasha romanoff, i never, ever say this. but i need help! ❞

「  😡  →  an angsty starter.  」⋮

of course it had to be fucking hydra, didn’t it? because stupid fucking hydra never learns when it’s time to let things go — no. they’ll never let you LEAVE. it’s either death or perpetual ENSLAVEMENT. jessica’s one of the lucky few  ───   if you could call having a hydra supreme obsessed with you ‘lucky.’ if you consider having that crazy bitch of a woman convinced she’s your mother to be ‘lucky.’                                                            it has its perks, jessica knows.                                           but those connections didn’t help her this time. 

not when hydra found her with the next incarnation of the winter soldier. when they’d tracked them to a local diner — rj, jessica, and a baby gerry, with syrup drooling down his chin — jessica had only one thing on her mind upon the entrances of men in green, proclaiming their loyalties to hydra, their lord and saviour : protect the boys at all costs.                                                 and so she did.  ( hail this, asswipes. )

the diner is quiet now, eerily so. no sound can be heard but the failing static of a decades-old jukebox playing frank sinatra and — if one strains to listen a little closer — the subtle pattering of blood as it drips onto the floor. a little tinkle. a little patter. jessica tries not to stare at the man whom she’d impaled with her pancake fork. nor at the dozens of other soldiers she’d in turn murdered though her conductive, bioelectric blast. instead she clears her throat and keeps gerry’s face tucked into her chest. let him see nothing. let him understand nothing. instead, she trains hollowed eyes onto the barnes and purses her lips, places cash down onto the table and holds her hand out for rj — a tentative offer, should he so choose.

「  🍬  →  a fluffy starter.  」⋮

she’s finished her work for the day, closed every currently open case, a reprieve from the usual chaos of juggling hero work plus investigations plus baby raising. and so celebrate jessica decides to do. she’d left gerry with a sitter — trish this time — which does little to curb the sense of abandonment knotting tightly in her stomach. rationally, she knows gerry’s in good hands, though it stifles not the longing, a gnawing ache in her chest each time she closes her eyes and hears his little coos. still — she deserves this time alone — and she reckons it’s about time jessica return to modern civilization and interact with her loved ones. perhaps she’d closed herself off after the spider-verse. perhaps she’d withdrawn in and on herself, justified her actions under the guise of parenting   ───   no more.

「  🌈  →  a random encounter starter.  」⋮

❝  ──   didn’t think i’d ever see you here, kid.  ❞   biochemistry of the anatomy of the brain aside, this is still a chocolate shoppe. the sort of high end chocolate shoppe one would frequent perhaps to purchase a box on valentines day. to bestow upon a loved one. for jessica, however? it’s a matter of post-pregnancy cravings  ───  and even if those aren’t a real thing, she won’t hear of it. besides, she’ll wager a box ( or three ) of chocolates can be considered healthier than eating sixteen packets of butter, right? 

「  💋  →  a shippy starter.  」⋮

「  📚  →  for me to grab the book nearest to me, flip to a random page, and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter.  ⋮ a darker shade of magic by V.E. Schwab, p. 130. 」⋮

「  💻 →  for me to use a line from my favorite TV show as a starter. ⋮ brooklyn nine-nine, s.2x20.  」⋮

{ trigger warnings : mental illness, mentions of suicide attempts, child abuse, sexual abuse, torture, overall hydra bs, comas, experiments/medical stuff, kidnapping, and pregnancy ─> ive indicated which sections contain each. }

hey everyone, me again!! here’s my second baby aka jessica drew!! more about her under the cut~