[ Aw, Spider-teen. Jess counts her responses on each finger, like ticking off a list: ]
I have a person that makes my suits so I don't know, exactly, but it's dry cleaning only, and I don't shoot webs, and I wasn't bitten by a spider.
[ Patiently, because, as previous: Aw, Spider-teen. This isn't Jess's first multidimensional spider-rodeo, but usually there's a little more imminent death versus party that promises looming death and/or servitude. She lifts her right arm up, and reveals the wingpits that she has: light, almost see-through fabric attached near her armpits to her back, in the shape of a gossamer web. ]
These let me glide? [ Not fly! Also, ] I can climb walls. And I can shoot bioelectricity.
[ Among other things. Briefly glancing around, Jess's eyes land on a stray, innocent apple. It's so red. Just lying there, on the table, waiting to be eaten, to trick someone else into staying. Making sure nobody else is within apple radius, Jess makes a finger-gun and pulls the trigger at it.
A green zap! of energy fires out of her fingertip. The apple neatly blows up.
Jessica mimes blowing off the smoke off her impromptu finger-gun. For style. And then maybe she peers at Peter, like, Okay, thermodynamic Spider-teen, just in case this version of you has any hidden skills, have you got any fingergun talents? ]
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I have a person that makes my suits so I don't know, exactly, but it's dry cleaning only, and I don't shoot webs, and I wasn't bitten by a spider.
[ Patiently, because, as previous: Aw, Spider-teen. This isn't Jess's first multidimensional spider-rodeo, but usually there's a little more imminent death versus party that promises looming death and/or servitude. She lifts her right arm up, and reveals the wingpits that she has: light, almost see-through fabric attached near her armpits to her back, in the shape of a gossamer web. ]
These let me glide? [ Not fly! Also, ] I can climb walls. And I can shoot bioelectricity.
[ Among other things. Briefly glancing around, Jess's eyes land on a stray, innocent apple. It's so red. Just lying there, on the table, waiting to be eaten, to trick someone else into staying. Making sure nobody else is within apple radius, Jess makes a finger-gun and pulls the trigger at it.
A green zap! of energy fires out of her fingertip. The apple neatly blows up.
Jessica mimes blowing off the smoke off her impromptu finger-gun. For style. And then maybe she peers at Peter, like, Okay, thermodynamic Spider-teen, just in case this version of you has any hidden skills, have you got any fingergun talents? ]