#getsomecoffeeinme

[worldknowshername]

@getsomecoffeeinme sent: “i would spend my entire life being what you need me to be.”

“That makes me sound like a bitch, Scottie.” Jessica turned her head to look at him, sprawled out next to her on the bed. Easy. Like it didn’t bother him at all that she could barely get herself out of bed. Curled up in a nest of blankets. “You should just be your-goddamn-self. Don’t... don’t make it sound like I’m making you into something...”

[worldknowshername]

Scott has died.

".....has died." finish it in my ask.

Once, she’d woken up in his bed. Curled up against his chest, skin crawling with ants. He’d already been cold, stiff. Died while she slept next to him. Even later, when she’d found out it had been a... hoax she guessed--an elaborate attempt by Kilgrave to torture her--Jessica couldn’t imagine anything worse. Couldn’t imagine this moment right here.

Steve Rogers--Captain fucking America himself--was still talking to her. Trying to tell her how brave Scott had been, what he’d done for his team. The words just sounded like static. White noise. Nothing made any sense.

He’d been polite, closed the door before he’d told her. So her neighbors wouldn’t have to see her cry, maybe. The goddamn door that had hung straight and hadn’t had a broken lock since Scott had moved in with her. It looked so fucking wrong. Like it belonged to someone else.

The white noise cut off abruptly when she opened the door and slammed it shut again. Hard enough that the glass shattered upon impact. Alias Investigations scattered across the hallway floor. It looked like a fucking ransom note. Jessica slammed the door again. And again and again until one of the hinges broke free. Until it almost looked like hers again and Steve had grabbed her by the arms.

“Go fuck yourself,” she whispered harshly, shaking him off. “And get the fuck out of my office.” She didn’t want to see him or any of the other Avengers ever again. She didn’t care that they’d saved the world or what the fuck ever. All she cared about was that Scott wasn’t coming back and nothing was ever going to be okay again.

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[worldknowshername]

@getsomecoffeeinme sent: “You make me sad. Just looking at you…”

“Yeah well. I’m pretty sure Malcolm started a goddamn support group for that.” Jessica couldn’t look at Scott, couldn’t deal with his pleading eyes. His demand that she be someone she wasn’t. Someone easy to love. “No one’s making you stay. If you don’t want to be with me, there’s the fucking door.”

[worldknowshername]

@getsomecoffeeinme​ || continued

Inhaling shakily, she nodded and squeezed his hand tightly. In some ways, it had been a very impulsive decision. Because that’s who Jessica was. She had a long, painful day--putting Cassie on a plane to San Francisco, dropping Hope off at Luke’s--and she made brash, impulsive choices. In other ways, this was something that was a long time coming. Jessica had known from the moment Scott came back that she wanted it to be his baby. (Not that she’d give Hope for anything in the world, but there was a longing in her.)

She reached up with her free hand, pressing it against the nape of his neck and pulling him close. Pressing their lips together. “I see what I want and I go for it, remember?”

[smclbutmighty]

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Fen glowered at him before rolling her eyes.  “Gee, that’s ... Encouraging.”  As far as a plan, she definitely didn’t have any of those. Those weren’t really her thing. 

“Well, I’m definitely not screaming, thank you very much. I have at least ... Some dignity.” Some being the key word.  “Instead, I’m going to do this - !”  Throwing her newly-stolen-goods at the man’s - Antman’s? - face, she took off running. 

[infitixlis-a]

@getsomecoffeeinme

[text;Scott] Hey man, do you wanna come over and maybe talk?

[worldknowshername]

@getsomecoffeeinme sent: “Marry me?”

Jessica stared. Silent, unsure of what to say. It was the last thing she’d expected. He’d seemed disinterested in marriage after his first one had imploded, and she’d just given birth to another man’s child. That wasn’t the kind of thing that lead to marriage. And it sure as hell wasn’t one of those sappy, romantic proposals. (Not that she wanted one of those. She just kind of figured he would.) No, it was just them and a sleeping baby, in the weird early morning hours where it was too early to be awake and too late to back to bed.

Scott’s hands were on her hips.

Jess stared harder. “Are you fucking serious?” It was more guarded than incredulous. Like maybe he’d take it back if she said yes. Everything else got taken from her eventually.

[infitixlis-a]

@getsomecoffeeinme

“Hey handsome, what are you doing? I..had never been in your office before.” Anthony had both hands buried in his pockets. He leaned down to press a soft kiss on Scott’s cheek before turning around to take a look at the place. It was nice. “Are you busy or something?”