𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯;
Dahlia Blackwell figures out who's behind the mask, and gets herself into a whole lot more trouble than she bargained for.
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oc x peterparker
homecoming ➙ infinity war ➙ endgame ➙ far from home ➙ no way home
started: 20/10...
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DAHLIA'S FAVOURITE THING ABOUT her costume is the personal details she and Ben have slowly been adding over the past few months since her debut as vigilante Jynx. It's nothing major ‒ if it's too personal, then someone might be able to figure things out about the girl behind the mask ‒ but she's been adding pieces of herself in miniscule amounts all the same. For example, the cheap leather of her suit had been dull and boring when it had first arrived. But now, it's detailed with purple swirls down the sides and across the neckline. Her mask, made of the same material and designed to cover most of her face, is decorated in a similar way. Her name is written in block letters down her right arm, something Ben had insisted on, and they'd even found purple shoe laces for her boots at a second‒hand clothing store. The whole thing gets quite sweaty during the warmer or more active nights, but it's the best Dahlia could do as a teenager with no job.
From where she's sitting at her desk, homework covering every available space, she can feel its presence from her closet. Like eyes boring into the back of her head. She itches to slip into it and expel the energy that's been bubbling under her skin all day, but alas. Homework comes first. And since she didn't do her Journalism assignment during Lunch, she's stuck doing it now.
"Stop glancing over your shoulder like that, you're making me nervous," Ben tells her. He's propped up against her wall, his head dipping in and out of the facetime frame. Having changed into his pyjamas since school, all Dahlia can see is his old Nirvana shirt with the moth‒eaten holes that takes up most of the screen. Her brow furrows when she sees the edge of the pan in Ben's hand. Now that she's paying attention, she can also hear a faint sizzling in the background that's barely picked up by the phone's microphone.
"Are you cooking bacon?"
"Yeah, want some?"
Dahlia puts down her pen and checks her watch. "It's half five. Haven't you already had dinner?"
The view of Ben is suddenly flipped to show only the underside of his kitchen cabinets. Dahlia winces at the clattering sound. "‒hit. I mean, sugar. Yes, I've already had dinner. But there's nothing wrong with a little snack."
"You eat more than me, and I'm a superpowered vigilante," she jokes.
Ben fixes his phone and rolls his eyes. "Are you saying I'm fat?"
