Look, my parents were mad scientists who pumped me full of spider-juice just to see what would happen. I went to Hail Hydra high school and Nick Fury university. I've been extraordinary my entire life. After all these years of insanity... a little ordinary sounds pretty #$%^ great. You have your normal... and I have mine.
“Not that I’m aware of?” Joaquin shrugged, eying the woman warily, “And who are you exactly? Not that the whole friend of a friend of a friend thing isn’t believable, I’m just a bit less trusting than that.”
“Who am I? Who am —” Jess blinked in surprised. “Jessica Drew? Spider-Woman? Would you recognize me if I slapped on the good ol’ red red spandex and showed you my ass?” She would always be salty that it was her top Google image. “Look, Captain Marvel’s my best friend and I’m a card carrying Avenger. Who are you?”
“Don’t shoot the messenger. Sam asked Carol who asked me to grab his stuff. Does he have a second pair of flappies laying around elsewhere?” That was close enough to wings.
