꙳ ⋆ ⌕. ( 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝. ) clea & jessica.
“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.”
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 ? ❜❜










