Spidey and Shorty

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That isn't the end of that, to Lisa's dismay.

Over the next few weeks, Jennie makes a few more inconspicuous queries about her alter-ego, and every time has the blonde sweating, afraid that the diva's onto her.

"What's she like?" Jennie would ask, and Lisa would reply, "I don't know Shorty, I guess she likes saving people or something?"

It's really freaking weird answering questions about herself, and she's probably produced enough perspiration to fill entire swimming pools by answering Jennie's questions, but it's somewhat...nice, knowing that someone cares enough to ask about her, even if it's for Spiderwoman.

Which brings us to now, where Lisa's swinging around Seoul, looking for something to entertain herself with, because apparently shooting her webs at people's food and drinks for fun isn't allowed in the superhero handbook, with Yang over at the Daily Koreaboo totally making a fuss out of it.

Really, is it that hard to let her have some fun?

She's swinging from building to building doing flips and tricks, when her Spidey-sense tingles, and she hears a loud explosion, the familiar crackle of the Green Goblin filling her ears. She inwardly groans, is it that time of the year where he breaks out of prison again?

Using her webs to catch the construction debris that's currently threatening to fall on civilians, she manages to web all of them up but one, heading on a first-course flight to-

Jennie!

She swings down, using her webs to build momentum, and just before the rumble hits her, Lisa grabs the brunette by her waist and swings them up to the nearest rooftop, panting as she sets Jennie down.

"Stay here," she instructs, her voice modulator altering her voice, and when the shorter girl gives a yelp in response, Lisa wastes no time in swinging off to deal with Norman Osborn.

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When she gets back, battered and bruised, she half expects Jennie to be gone.

But instead, she's greeted with the sight of a glowing smile, and...a tray of cookies?

"What are those?" she asks flatly.

"They're 'Thank You' macaroons!" Jennie beams, pushing the tray towards the superhero. "You know, to express my sincerest gratitude for your saving of me not once, but twice!"

Ignoring the slight warmth in her heart at the gesture – everyone seems to think her an asshole most of these days, which really, is pretty accurate in her opinion – Lisa instead focuses on other things. "I left you stranded on a rooftop; how did you get these?"

Other, more trivial, things.

"I know you told me to stay here, but I was getting restless so I went downstairs and asked the couple there if they would lend me their kitchen," the brunette explains, half-shrugging like it's not crazy at all. "They were very understanding and even supplied me with ingredients, god bless them, so I whipped this batch of macaroons up."

Lisa lets out an incredulous laugh. "You're...something else."

"I know," Jennie smiles at her, gummy smile and all, and a fluttering sensation makes its way to the taller girl's stomach, chest filling with something.

It's hastily pushed to the side, and Lisa offers, "Wanna eat them together?"

She realizes her mistake too late that she's going to have to kind of take off her mask and voice modulator, and by then, Jennie's already sat herself at the edge of the rooftop, feet dangling over the edge with a pleased hum.