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Your first thought when Jinx confessed that the "harmless" accident had turned her into a spider-person was, "how didn’t I realize?" You’d been there when it happened—Jinx, being… well, herself, snuck into a research lab in New York and dragged you along, where they were experimenting with genetically modified spiders, and, to little surprise, she tripped over the spider container and got bitten by one—but, damn, you didn’t think it was a big deal.
You would’ve never thought so.
Not in a million years.
Even though you’d noticed Jinx was acting really weird and avoided touching stuff at first, it never crossed your mind. Jinx would just brush it off with "it's the hormones, duh!" or "Vi won’t stop blasting her damn music at home, y’know? I'm so done with her."
And in the end, she ended up confessing, because she could see the sea of questions building up in your head, and she knew you weren’t buying all her cheap excuses. It had been seven months since she told you.
Seven months during which she almost died... twelve times, maybe? She was so reckless.
Present, 6:47 p.m.
The room is lit only by the sunset light spilling in through the window, aimed at the door. Jinx is sitting at the foot of the bed, in front of you, and in between you both, there’s an open pizza box—Jinx’s idea, obviously—that you two had been eating from.
"And," —continued the blue-braided girl— "I almost took down a guy who turned out to be innocent. I mean, eh, I almost wrapped him up in webs, not took him down down… But the point is, I swear I thought he was Doc-Ock. I’m kind of an idiot, I guess. But I was born that way." she finished, letting out a cackle.
Jinx had been telling you what happened to her last time. She’d gotten used to telling you everything ever since she told you her secret—after seeing how well you took it, and how willing you were to keep it. It warmed her heart, not that she'd ever admit it. She had a reputation, y’know? Supposedly.
While she rambled on, her legs were crossed and her braids were scattered all over the bed—at least this time they weren’t wrapped around you—and she made a few exaggerated gestures while yapping about her things.