[ Jessica is still sort of frowning down at her fist, mouthing Pete-o? to herself, as if she can Tony Robbins herself into achieving a feat of mental gymnastics that will remove that nickname from ever having left her mouth.
Her head, of course, snaps up at the mention of not that they'd actually know who I am. She opens her mouth, eyes narrowed, but then slowly, slowwwly closes it.
It's the secret identity thing. Is it the secret identity thing? For a second, she looks at Peter with a lot of sympathy. Something heartbreakingly sincere. Like she knows that feeling, or can imagine that feeling, in a way that's a little too close to her heart. ]
I'm not telling you this to freak you out, [ Jess says, after a beat. ] But Peter helped me when I was in trouble. Life-ending, reality-bending trouble. Without him, I wouldn't have been able to come back home.
[ Also, ]
And he didn't freak out when I started using the Spider-Woman name even though I don't— [ She mimes a little web shooter motion. As in, even though I don't shoot webs. ]
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Her head, of course, snaps up at the mention of not that they'd actually know who I am. She opens her mouth, eyes narrowed, but then slowly, slowwwly closes it.
It's the secret identity thing. Is it the secret identity thing? For a second, she looks at Peter with a lot of sympathy. Something heartbreakingly sincere. Like she knows that feeling, or can imagine that feeling, in a way that's a little too close to her heart. ]
I'm not telling you this to freak you out, [ Jess says, after a beat. ] But Peter helped me when I was in trouble. Life-ending, reality-bending trouble. Without him, I wouldn't have been able to come back home.
[ Also, ]
And he didn't freak out when I started using the Spider-Woman name even though I don't— [ She mimes a little web shooter motion. As in, even though I don't shoot webs. ]