Jessica Drew

Member of the fallen-heroes RP blog. Jessica Drew/Spider-Woman. Affiliated with SHIELD, the Avengers and other street-heroes.

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Jess and Rogue: The Field Trip

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For some reason, museums fascinated Jess. So many displays, so many interesting facts…so many useful things to use as a weapon to stop the guy who’d held up the bar. She’d been in the back when she’d heard the guy demanding cash from poor Tina. By the time she made it out front, the guy was halfway out the door. Naturally, Jess had given chase. She knew Tina would be all right—the girl was cursing everyone from the guy to his Neanderthal ancestors as she dialed 911.

The guy hadn’t realized he was being chased until Jess had almost caught him—well, she’d yanked off his hat. Greasy hair tumbled down and the guy had sworn loudly before bolting.

And for some reason, museums were his ideal hideout.

“…and if you look that way, boys and girls, you’ll see the marine exhibit…”

Great, a tour guide. With kids. Jess increased her pace. She was going to have to get him before he decided hostage taking would make an easy escape.

As her luck would have it, the guy tripped over a wet floor sign—oh the irony—and belly flopped onto the wet floor, skidding to a halt right in front of a group of kids on a field trip.

“Gotcha!” Jess barked, using the wet floor to slide over and place her boot on his back. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you that armed robbery is illegal, not to mention very…very rude?”

She was panting. This slime bag had made her pant.

Growling, Jess knelt down and grabbed the guy’s wrists. “Anyone have a hairband or something I can use?” she called.

“Here,” said a voice, and a hand held out what looked like a purse strap.

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Kindred Spirits || Wanda & Jessica

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Wanda looked down into her coffee cup as she swirled the liquid around with a spoon. She did not particularly enjoy coffee, but she enjoyed sleep even less, so it was a necessary evil. Her brother could rest easy, knowing that even when he had nightmares, Wanda would hear his distress and calm his mind before he even opened his eyes. She wished, sometimes, that she could use some of her abilities on herself, but then remembered how acutely she detested anyone getting inside her head.

“My brother was not going to let them do that,” Wanda murmured. “Sometimes I thought it would’ve been easier if we had played along, but he was determined.” Pietro was always determined to make her life more difficult. So strong - so stubborn.

She watched as the other woman drank her beverage and smiled when she saw satisfaction there. She was, as far as anyone was concerned, a cold person. But in reality Wanda was very sensitive to even the smallest of missteps. “It is very different,” she said. “I don’t understand a lot of your customs. People always seem to want to ask questions - big questions, like they’re my family. I meet people on the street that ask about my past, as if I have an obligation to them. That is hard to get used to.”

Tony was a good man. She knew he had made mistakes - knew more than she would ever let on - but there was a purity in him, a childlike innocence that she wanted to protect, which was strange, considering Tony was the one protecting her 90% of the time. “He cares a lot,” Wanda murmured. “He does not know how to show it. I do not know how to appreciate it.”

[itsjessdrew-blog]

“Americans are certainly nosy, I’ll give you that,” Jess agreed with a wince. “New Yorkers especially. I think part of it is that a lot of people have such boring lives that they’re desperate to hear about someone else’s, to kind of live vicariously through someone. But at the same time, they don’t want to form like, attachments, so they keep their questions to total strangers.”

As she said it, she frowned at the realization that she was right—horribly so.

“You don’t have to answer their questions, you know,” she told Wanda. “I just ignore them.”

Her heart went out to the younger woman, especially at how selfless she was. Not knowing how to appreciate a kind gesture spoke volumes about how the girl had been raised and how she lived.

“Tony was an only child to a rich family,” Jess said slowly. “His way of showing that he cares is by giving it stuff…he’s still learning that that’s not the best way to earn affection. Give him time.”

[castlewyvern]

Action Figure Variant Covers by John Tyler Christopher.

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Jessica Drew in Spider-Woman #6

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Spider-Woman (1979)

[reigninhell]

it’s a bit cold, yeah. but necessary.

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J e s s i c a    D r e w

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Meghan Ory as Jessica Drew

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I appreciate your face a lot (102/?)

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Kindred Spirits || Wanda & Jessica

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The pot of tea and cups came dancing on the air towards the two girls, settling themselves down neatly on the coffee table. It had been suggested to her that she used her powers for little things such as this to help her become more comfortable; she did not bother explaining to her teammates that there was a big difference in accidentally spilling a cup of tea and accidentally destroying an entire apartment block, or worse. Nobody - except for maybe Banner - could understand what it was like to lose control like that.

Her brother never understood her. He always saw their powers as more of a gift than a curse, even when it led to discrimination. Wanda did not get his point of view either, so they just avoided talking about it. They avoided talking about a lot of things, lately. Most notably Registration. But Wanda had not invited Jessica over to discuss politics.

She poured two cups and passed one over to Jessica. “We have sugar too, if you went some,” she said, calling it too from the kitchen. “And milk. I prefer black, but I’m not used to much else.”

A sip of tea later, she felt much calmer, despite her pounding heart. She did not like seeing protestors outside the place she felt so at home. “Americans are strange about their coffee,” she mused. “So many choices. There’s a lot of choices about everything, actually. I don’t even know how to dress myself at this stage.” In her youth, everything she had worn had been hand-me-downs or stolen. Needs must. “Stark offered a stylist, but I felt it was too much fuss. I have my uniform, surely no one cares what I wear the rest of the time.”

[itsjessdrew-blog]

Jess stood up and carried her coffee cup over to the counter to flavor up her drink.

“Yeah, we Americans are pretty spoiled,” she remarked as she added four hazelnut creamers to her drink. “I like it sweet, myself.”

Stirring it, she went back over and sat down. “That’s really cool, by the way. What you can do? I glanced at your file—HYDRA are bastards. Thank God you and your brother got out before they brainwashed you or something.”

Jess sipped her tea. “Ahh, perfect. So, how have you been settling in here? I know it must be hugely different from where you and your brother grew up. Anything I can help with?”

She smiled at Wanda’s remark and set a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Honestly, I don’t know Tony that well. But I do know that he cares about you as a lot more than just Scarlet Witch. He cares about Wanda, too. I think the stylist offer was his way of trying to make you find your own style. Make you feel more comfortable here, if that makes sense.”

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Kindred Spirits || Wanda & Jessica

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Wanda pushed her way through the crowd towards the Tower, making sure not to make too much contact with the people. She could feel their glee at Tony’s imprisonment, and she didn’t want any more reason to get angry in a crowd of this size. It would surely back up the case for Registration even more if Wanda blew them out into the street, but God it would be fun.

She pressed the button on the elevator and put her fingers in her ears as she went up the elevator. “The speed always makes my ears pop,” she explained to Jessica. “I haven’t gotten used to it yet.” They walked out onto the main floor with a lounge and kitchen, and Wanda settled down on the sofa. She could hear the protestors, could hear their anger, even with floors between them.

“Tea, or coffee?” Wanda asked. Red tendrils went into the kitchen and lifted the pots that had been sitting on the stove. Wanda preferred the traditional way of making hot drinks, much to Clint and Tony’s despair, and although she had came to America with poor ability at making them, she had been getting better. “I would turn on the TV, but perhaps it’s better if we stay away from the news for a little while, at least that’s what the Captain suggested.”

[itsjessdrew-blog]

“Tea would be great,” Jess said. The protesters were still yelling, and even though it was fainter, some of the words were still audible. Hm. “Yeah, Cap’s right,” she said in response to Wanda. “I think when Tony gets back, we should suggest he soundproof this place. I mean, I know he has the labs soundproofed, but still. Explosions aren’t the only loud noises that go on in and around this building.”

She perched on the edge of the couch beside Wanda.

“I wonder how many employers gave their workers the day off to go protest outside of the Avengers Tower,” she remarked, glancing out the window. “So, how’s life? How are you adjusting to American life? Anything you need help with that you’d rather not talk to the guys about?”

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Kindred Spirits || Wanda & Jessica

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With Registration constantly looming over her head, Wanda felt it was more important than ever for her to reach out to other enhanced individuals, even if she couldn’t quite bring herself to align closely with Xavier’s school just yet. Her inner mantra about the way in which people treated mutants - and indeed, how they had rioted against them only mere days beforehand - made her cautious about calling herself a mutant openly, even if that was what she was. She finally had some sense of belonging in New York, and whilst there were many news crews around the world and in America itself who were critical of her and her powers, she wasn’t going to open herself up to more problems if she could help it.

Tony had been arrested, right in front of her, as they both worked hard to try and save the lives of innocent people, and even save the lives of the idiots with guns who thought riots were an appropriate way to solve their problems (she knew that she and Pietro had participated in their fair share of protests back home in Slovakia, but they had tried to keep the violence to a minimum, and they had been children. She realised now that she had made a lot of mistakes in her youth, and would probably continue to do so). Registration was dangerous for everyone like Wanda and Jessica, and Tony’s arrest had been the catalyst to push her and encourage her to reach out to other people.

There was quite a crowd around the Tower that day on account of the news. People calling for Tony’s release, his imprisonment, bringing up his past. Wanda knew of his previous business dealings, but she liked to pretend she didn’t. Tony had been nothing but kind to her; he never judged her. So why should she judge him?

Wanda secured the scarf she had placed over her head to hide herself from the cameras. She managed a smile at Jessica, knowing that thus far, they hadn’t been spotted. “I think we might be better going to my floor for food,” she said, looking around at the crowd. “We aren’t everyone’s favourites at the moment, I am afraid.”

[itsjessdrew-blog]

Jess tried to ignore the crowds, though she had had to duck under a few protester’s signs, and skirt around a fist fight that two opposing members of the crowd had gotten into. What surprised—and annoyed her—was the fact that she’d seen people hanging out like it was tailgate party. If she’d had telekinetic powers, she’d have hurled them all away. This wasn’t a party! Tony’s arrest wasn’t something to come celebrate!

Then again, some of these jerks probably wanted the Registration to happen, she thought bitterly, eyeing a few protestors who were edging too close to her and Wanda. One of the guys caught her eye and wisely stepped back.

Good for you, Jess thought. She wasn’t sure what her plasma blasts would do in a crowd this size, but if any of these jerks got too close for comfort, she was more than willing to find out.

Looking at Wanda, Jess made herself smile. The girl had been through enough crap, no need for her to see how upset Jess was.

“Inside sounds good,” she said. “It’s a bit hot outside, anyways. Crowded, too.”

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Kindred Spirits || Wanda & Jessica

@itsjessdrew

Wanda felt a strange connection to others who had, at some point or other in their lives, been accused of witchcraft. Although the accusations levelled at her were true, it didn’t mean that the spat whispers of ‘witch’ and threatened burnings didn’t hurt a little, especially at a young and impressionable age. Through her research - Tony had provided her with a laptop and unlimited wifi, encouraging her as much as a person could to learn continually. After all, knowledge was power - Wanda  had discovered that the label of ‘witch’ had been used throughout history to discriminate against women of immense power. Jessica Drew certainly matched that description.

She was a woman of great renown within New York, having worked with the Avengers, street-heroes and SHIELD either separately or all at once. Wanda was not used to seeing women of such great importance; her own country, and indeed most of Eastern Europe, were still highly traditional in their views, and perhaps that was why her brother’s idiosyncrasies were overlooked more easily than her own. She’d thought about it for a long time before finally sending off a 'tweet’ to the superhero, asking if she would like to meet Wanda for lunch in Avengers Tower. The woman had accepted, and Wanda was happier than she could put into words, for reasons she couldn’t fully understand (whilst other’s emotional burdens were easily read, her own emotions were far more complicated, and she had no abilities to look into her own subconscious, no matter how hard she tried).

Early as usual, Wanda loitered outside the Avengers Tower, avoiding eye contact with people who bustled past. New York was so busy and so claustrophobic she didn’t really know where to go to get away from it all, except for maybe Central Park. Finally she spotted Jessica Drew across the crowd, and she stuck her hand up in the air to alert her to her presence.

“Hello,” she said, hoping her smile seemed natural. “It is nice to meet you. Thank you for coming. I know you come here a lot, but … Thanks for coming for me. To meet me.”

[itsjessdrew-blog]

Jess wasn’t used to new people. Well, that wasn’t technically true. She was used to serving new customers at the bar at night, and new tenants seemed to drift in and out of apartment 302 in her building like scattered pigeons. But she wasn’t used to people asking to meet her on Twitter. Especially other Avengers. Especially ones with reputations like Wanda Maximoff.

Jess may have worked a second job, but she did her best to keep up with the latest team news, and Wanda Maximoff was exactly that. A kid who’d been experimented on and then turned the tables on her captors and joined the good side? It was a hell of a story, and it had made Jess an instant fan of the girl.

So when she’d gotten the tweet from the new Avenger—after spinning around in her apartment doing a bit of fangirling—she’d happily agreed to meet. It was easy enough to get a shift off—Lord knew she worked too many hours as it was—and so after doing a bit of chilling, she left her apartment and set off for Stark Tower.

Wanda was waiting, and Jess shook her hand once they reached each other.

“Hi!” she said brightly. “It’s no problem, it’s an honor to meet you. So, lunch?”

Character development time! Give me some interesting questions about my character and I will answer.

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carol showing off her new suit to jess

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Captain Marvel (2012-2014) #16