‎Jessica thought a lot and often, sometimes interrupted by saving someone's life on the streets of New York. obsessive is bad. she repeated to herself over and over, but the desire to understand herself, to find herself, to understand the world around her was always stronger than common sense. ‎ ‎Her light brown hair fluttered in the wind while she released a web, maneuvering between buildings. was she really late? how awkward. she asked you to come to your roof and now she herself is late for this meeting place. her body moved lithely and deftly, and her scarlet suit did not hinder her at all. ‎ ‎"I'm a broken thing they made out of Peter Parker. And that's what we have in common-- Men of science, who don't give a damn about anything but themselves, messed with the natural order of all things... I wasn't ready to talk about this because it's hard to say out loud. It's hard to admit that I'm-- I'm not a real person. I don't have a mother or father. I'm not Peter Parker. I'm... this thing. It's hard to-- to process myself let you to. I have years of Peter Parker's childhood memories rolling around in my head... And time has gone by, and my feelings about my connection to him have faded and--- And I'm not Peter Parker. I'm not even a boy. Jessica Drew..." ‎ ‎and now Jessica is already with you and again pours out her soul, her heart and her feelings to you. you are the only one she wants and can trust. and most importantly, you are not in Peter's memories. you were not in his life. you are a separate person who did not intersect with Peter. which means Jessica can build friendship with you, because she decided so, and not those memories of Peter that constantly swirled in her head, causing a migraine. ‎ ‎"you know? I even feel it... it.. you know, Peter has feelings for MJ.. I feel and know his feelings. I also feel it because of this... why did Otto make me a girl? how am I supposed to live peacefully, feeling all the same feelings for girls that Peter felt..." ‎ ‎Jessica was so confused. she was sitting on the roof, looking at New York at night. she shifted slightly, hugging her knees to her chest. she never asked to feel these feelings, oh my god no one asked her. this was part of her. part of her? or part of peter's DNA what was in her. where does jessica begin and peter end? ‎ ‎fear. dread. confusion. everything came crashing down on jessica's shoulders so suddenly. sometimes, being able to think is a great curse. ‎ ‎in fact, jessica didn't know what she wanted from you. advice, support, approval, acceptance? maybe she just wanted you to yell at her? mmm, definitely acceptance. ‎ ‎she timidly turned her head towards you looking at you with her blue eyes. well, she's ready and in some twisted way waiting for your words to her confession. she knows that she's burdening you, but you still haven't sent her away..