Of Course, I'm Good At Improv, What Do You Think I've Been Doing For The Past 16 Years Of My Life. If

Of course, I'm good at improv, what do you think I've been doing for the past 16 years of my life. If I had gotten a script for this hell hole I would've talked to someone about it ages ago.

- Peter Parker probably

Runner up on my ADHD Michelle Jones:

Mj: depression?

Mj: this isn't my depression

Mj: this is just my ADHD.

Mj: Y'know, it makes me forgetful

Mj: I just-

Mj: like, sit down my will to live ONE TIME

Mj: I turn around- it's phuckin' gone!?

Mj: I can't figure out where I put the thing.

Harley: You look absurd in that suit.

Tony: I have apples.

Tony: do you want an apple?

Clint: have you met my Russian assassin girlfriend, Nat?

Kate: and what's Nat short for?

Clint: I don't think vodka makes you grow much...

Natasha: My head hurts

Yelena: That's your brain trying to comprehend it's own stupidity

Spideychelle WIP

She was on her feet, yelling, the controlled, polite speech lost in her bursting anguish for freedom. "Everything is for my own good. Everything! But you aren't telling me the truth. You know why you don't want me to go on this trip? Because of Peter, you just don't like him." 

She sucked In her breath, almost sobbing, shocked at herself and yet glad. Her mother had a disapproving look, the Jones family were a happy family, but these days a strange restlessness had come into it.

"No," Michelle's mother admitted. "I don't think Peter is good for you. I don't like your association with him."

Michelle took a breath, all her heart and soul pouring into the next words, "I love Peter, he's my best friend!" And possibly more than that to her.

"His parents are dead," her mother said quietly. "And he lives with his aunt, doesn't he? His uncle is dead as well-"

"His past has nothing to do with how amazing he is!" Michelle cried, pain laced in her voice. "He had nothing to do with the death of his parents, it isn't like he killed them! Why can't you see there isn't anything wrong with-"

"We won't discuss it further." Her mother's voice was now like steel. She stood up. She hesitated, pitying her daughter, and tried to soften it with logic. "Remember, Michelle, every time we've disagreed, it turned out I knew what I was talking about."

But she didn't listen any longer. Michelle turned towards the door and blindly ran to Peter's house, she didn't care what her mother thought, Peter and Ned were her only friends and she wasn't leaving them.