text. backdated to the aftermath of skrull fight.

[webline]

[ sent via Spider-Woman's communicator ]

it's a bit of a mess out here but everyone's fine. Spider-Man's still cleaning up.

and for those freaking out, we're getting Spider-Girl and all of the others back.

stay safe.

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[incywincyhero]

[Spider-Man emerges from the (thankfully long since emptied) Olive Garden where he'd been trying to clean off the worst of the mess. The results are ... mixed. As much as he really wanted (desperately wanted) to sluice out his suit entirely, that's just not practical in 40-degree weather, not when it could be hours yet before he can get a chance to change. Instead he just daubed off as much as he could with damp paper towels. He's not shedding globs of Skrull anymore, but the bright scarlet of his costume has been splattered brown-black with blood, like he's had an unfortunate encounter with the lovechild of Jackson Pollock and and Freddy Kreuger.

He draws close, but visibly stops himself from hugging her, tucking his hands in his armpits.]

You messaged the others?

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[webline]

[ Jess had managed to make it to the scene after the explosion, so she was grateful for that. but her legs were still frosted from her fight with Mayskrull and she wasn't particularly in a good mood at this point.

she turns her head towards Spider-Man, before looking back at her communicator. her voice is quiet ]

Yeah.

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[incywincyhero]

Your legs okay? We should get those de-iced and looked at.

[He takes a breath, shaky.]

And then help with clean up ...

[He's practically projecting waves of, Don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it... in every direction.]

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[webline]

They're fine. I'll live.

[ she's moving to take his hand, squeeze it. after a moment, and her voice is really firm: ]

You're going to be okay, right?

[incywincyhero]

[After a brief hesitation, he squeezes back.]

Hey, don't you worry about me. I've seen all kinds of screwed up bullcrap in my time.