<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Vg9i3fr.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>MARVEL GIRL</strong></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jean Grey<br/><strong>Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>female<br/><strong>Location | Time:</strong>Kitchen | Early evening<br/><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong>Long red hair loose about her shoulders, Beige cardigan over a beige cashmere v-neck, black denim skirt, cute black stockings with little hearts on them. Click for image (https://i.imgur.com/tzpd8Ce.jpg)<br/><strong>Vibe:</strong>1966's Catwoman - Santa Baby (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTCFi4l3nkY)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Deadpool | OPEN | mentioning Scott & Quicksilver<br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/>As Wade talked, Jean couldn't help but stare at that sweater longer. He looked ridiculous with it pulled over his costume, but that was just how Deadpool rolled. Then it got weird again, in the way only he could make it get weird.<br/><br/>Wipe out civilization?<br/><br/>"What are you..." Jean halted as Wade continued.<br/><br/>Jean stood up right and put her hands on her hips as Wade started picking on Scott again. She had known that boy for a long time, and Scott would never intentionally hurt anyone. He was even easy on his enemies. The fact that he hadn't blasted Wade out of the mansion and into the next state was a testament to Scott's patience. Speaking of Scott she could feel him beating himself up in the next room. Maybe later she'd have to talk to him so he didn't spend all evening blaming himself.<br/><br/>"Super skrulls? What are you on about..." Again Jean halted mid sentence as Wade continued his dialogue. Once he got going it was like the hand of a god was was filling in the script for him or something.<br/><br/>"What are you talking about Dark Phoenix-y?" Jean truly had no idea what he was talking about. She didn't know that Wade knew things that she didn't know. Had he been to other dimensions? Or maybe that god like writer was filling his brain full of words. It just didn't matter.<br/><br/>Why was Wade thinking about her holding him and crying? After that it all started spiraling out of control His thoughts were so loud sometimes! If she had a metaphorical fourth wall in her head, he could always be counted on to break it. Maybe he had another ability to tell when people were reading his thoughts and he was just fucking with her? She blinked.<br/><br/>"I know you're a good guy, Wade," Jean said. "You can stop putting on the show or whatever you're doing. It's just us." She slid that drink across the table for him. A little apple cider and spiced rum. "Take a drink, try to breathe and please.. Stop picking on Scott. You know he's sensitive."<br/><br/>Quicksilver slid into the room at that point. The face he made wasn't necessary that boy was a ball of hormones and she wanted to tell him to get his mind out of there. It was loud and obscene, his reaction was even more insulting and definitely none of his business. Thankfully as he backed out of the room, his mind shifted to more mundane things and for a moment she actually thought there might be a softer sweeter side to the trouble maker. Jean shook her head at him as he left.