deathstr0ke:

mc2rinalogan:

deathstr0ke:

“… you talk like Logan. But you smell of fresh daisies and non alcoholic soda. Wait er you’re eighteen? Ugh even his kids are older than me. This is a problem. Other than Miles i’m like the youngest one there is. SUCKS. TO. BE. PARKER.”

“I’m his daughter after all. Raised in Canada even. Well that’s a first…Daisies ‘n soda. That I am ‘n that kinda makes me feel old. Miles? There’s another Spider hangin’ ‘round here. How many of ya are there. Ya sure multiple like spiders.”

“Claws and all or just the broken english? Just a question, just a question. Yep daisies and soda. Couldn’t really think of anything else on the spot that didn’t involve hockey, syrup, liquor or wet dogs. Miles Morales. He’s the tiny spider. ERG. There’ like.. there’s a lot of spiders alright.”

“Haha I see what ya are doin’ there. I do have claws but they are psi-claws. Not metal like his are. Eww wet dogs….really? That stench can be smelled for miles ‘n then some. The baby spider ‘n how is he related or not related t’ ya. Don’t think I’ve ran ‘cross him. Ran into May ‘n  a bunch of other ya’s.”