“ you can ask for an autograph, take a picture, or actually come talk to me. but for shit’s sake--- don’t just stare. “ the evening air was brisk--- a cool breeze blowing through the crowded streets of manhattan. it was a welcomed reprieve from the hot summer days that were starting to take hold of the city and jessica was reveling in it while she could. leather jacket on--- (come heat or cold. it was a statement.) and with jeans for once the woman stood on the curb near a grocery store. she wasn’t taking the evening off---- hero work never rested but--- well. even engineered super spider soldiers had to eat sometimes. the paper bag on her hip attested to that. “ seriously. out with it. otherwise it’s going to bother me all night and that’s going to throw off my spaghetti making juju. “
