priscilla quintana as isabella tavez good trouble, season 3.

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priscilla quintana as isabella tavez good trouble, season 3.

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"I think you've greatly overestimated how interested I am in variants. They're not me, and they're not my problem."
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Everytime Cindy felt like she got the upper hand on what the hell she was doing in her life, something was always there to throw a giant wrench into everything.
First it was saving her brother from Goblin Nation. Then, it was finding her parents. Check, and check.
Therapy seemed like it would be good for her. And it was, for awhile. Until she realized her therapist was Saya's brother, and it was all a setup. She hadn't seen Saya since the night she killed Kasha-- and honestly she wasn't sure she wanted to. It wasn't like any of that even mattered anyways, because now she found herself in another reality, with no Albert, and no Lola.
So, life was throwing her another wrench. If Cindy had learned anything, it was that she was stronger than she thought. If she could get through as much loss and whiplash as she already had, she could get through this and get herself home.
Currently, she was just sitting on the top of a vaguely familiar skyscraper in the city, staring off into the slightly different New York skyline that she'd once come to memorize like the back of her hand. Things were different here, and she'd have to navigate that if she was going to find a way back. It was nice and quiet up there for awhile as she just sat there and hugged her knees close to her chest, until she heard the sound of someone landing behind her.
When she turned and saw Felicia, she was surprised at the smile that pulled at her lips at first as she raised her eyebrows. "I feel like there's a look what the cat dragged in joke somewhere. But you are the cat, so I don't know."
She hadn't been looking for Silk. Not entirely, at least. It wasn't as if Felicia had set out scouring the city to find her. If they happened to run into each other, it would be a nice surprise. If not, she'd return with her pockets heavier and a guarantee that rent would be paid.
Before reality had swallowed everyone up, the two had begun an unlikely friendship. Drinks, karaoke, hanging out. It had been a pleasant connection that Felicia hadn't been expecting. She had kept everyone at arms length for a long time; it was a survival strategy, a coping mechanism for when she was inevitably let down by someone she expected better from. Over the year's, she'd learn to let people in like Peter and MJ. The latter had been unplanned but was now surprisingly welcome. Still, it felt foreign at times.
Was Felicia into Cindy? She'd be lying if she said she wasn't a little attracted to her. The whole schtick she had going on was working. They were polar opposites demeanor and outlook wise, but her personality wasn't entirely aggravating. As it stood, there was worse to run into.
"Mm, I'm going to have to stop you right there," Felicia held a hand up. The grappling hook that was concealed by her glove clicked back into place. "I put up with a lot from you spider-people, but cat puns belong to me. I'd recommend you stay in your lane, Silk."
Flirting? Maybe. Oops.
Flash sat there drowning in his fourth drink, too numb the feeling of the alien tendrils squirm around him and the haunting voice that whispered in the corners of his mind. It was all becoming too much when he was bumped into making him spill some of his drink. He felt his new parasite recoil ready to fight, but instead, he just cleared his throat and rolled his chair slightly to the left. "Could you pay a little more attention next time?" His voice had little bite in it. He was too exhausted for aggression right this second.
From her position off to the side, Felicia watched the whole thing go down. The person bumped into him, stuttered out an awkward apology, and hurried off. "Some people. No manners anymore." Felicia intoned with a shake of her head. "You need a new one?"
"I know your biscuits are different but it just looks weird, mate." Hobie looked at the substance again. American Gravy didn't seem to look right. "Why's it grey?" a beat "it's like a bird's gone and shat on your plate." was that insulting? "No offense." he added.
"Don't ask me. I didn't make them." At this point, Felicia wouldn't be eating them either. They looked incredibly unappetizing, but it was the best the cafeteria had to offer. "It looks radioactive. I'm perfectly content I as I am. I don't need to risk getting poisoned today."

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"We should all be far more concerned that proven methods of multiversal travel are not working right now. I haven't been able to open up a portal since I arrived— that's never happened before."
"Were you traveling the multiverse often?" Some people got all the fun. That in itself was a joke. Felicia was fine with her corner of the world. She didn't need new realities, just a nice penthouse to call her own. "Surely you had to have some kind of plan for something like this."
Peter was sitting quietly in the lab looking at another set of blood samples. Call it morbid curiosity, but he was dying to know how different each of their (spider-man's) blood was from one universe to the next. He was in the middle of swapping them out when he kept hearing a shuffling of feet. He looked up, seeing someone that was either lost or definitely looking for...--well, anywhere but here.
"You looking for the bathroom?" he smiled, silently amused.
There was absolutely no way that that Felicia was staying in some musty, dank storage unit that they claimed made acceptable lodging. She had gotten herself an apartment in Manhattan after running a few jobs, but her contract with Beyond Corp occasionally called for her to pop in to the Avenger's Compound. As the voice cut through the silence between them, it took a second for Felicia's brain to realize that it wasn't Peter speaking to her. Well, it was, but it wasn't. A variant — that was what they called them, right? She had one or two running around but hadn't cared enough to look into it.
"There's a lot of things I'd do, but use a public bathroom here isn't one of them." Felicia sniffed. "What're you up to?"
She was bored. Between jobs with little to do, Felicia was fine letting curiosity take over for a moment. Meandering over to the work station, the thief perched on a stool and lazily rested her head on one hand.
"I used to think I was unoriginal for being a clone and now I just feel unoriginal being spider-man."
"It's always something with you Spider-men, isn't it?" Usually, it was the tragic backstory, the Uncle or the dead girlfriend. Felicia would never comment on that, though. Not anymore, at least. Time — and experiences — had softened her. She didn't love it, but growing closer to Peter had changed her in ways she hadn't expected. "I thought you were going by something else now."
"I used to think I was unoriginal for being a clone and now I just feel unoriginal being spider-man."
"Unoriginal? Maybe not. You are, however, at least self aware." The words were spoken in a hum, noncommittal as Felicia silently noted the differences between what had become Peter's familiar face and Ben's different one. "So, I wouldn't say you're a total loss. Not at this point, at least."

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Who can ignore her? Who can denny her?