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[motherfucked]

WHO: Jessica Jones & You
WHERE: At various stores throughout the City.
WHEN: Week of 8/26— but feel free to backdate a little if you want to fudge for modplot.
WARNINGS: Jessica Jones
SUMMARY: Shopping! When shopping goes wrong.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice.

ONE.
It's just an ordinary day at the grocery store. Really. Jess spends most of her time in the frozen food aisle, buying a lot of those lasagnas for one. And then she feels bad about buying a whole basketful of frozen lasagna, so she looks for an orange or something to round it out. Jessica Jones does not know what quinoa is. Seriously, what the fuck is quinoa?

When she passes by Cosmo on the magazine stand, she says "fuck you." She doesn't mean to say it aloud aloud, but it happens like that anyway. And fuck Cosmo.


TWO.
It's an ordinary day and Jessica Jones is here to buy some cigarettes. She wonders if they will card her. She doesn't think she looks eighteen anymore, but sometimes they card anyone who isn't wearing makeup.

That's when a guy comes in wearing an honest-to-god bandana mask, and points a gun at the poor cashier lady. It seems like it happens all at once, even though nothing really does. Jess freezes— she's standing behind a candy rack. Shit shit shit shit. What is she going to do?

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[incywincyhero]

After a few too many frozen pizzas, Peter's feeling like he needs a change, but his lack of culinary ambition is foiled (har de har) by an empty shelf where the lasagna should be. Maybe there's a shortage, but at this time of day it's more likely some schmuck's taken the lot, leaving him debating whether he should pick up a chicken at the rotisserie or default to Chinese.

Peter's no stranger to being cussed out, in spandex or out of it, but even in New York there's usually a little more provocation required than just walking down the aisle. "Seriously? Back atcha, lady -- oh. Hi, Jessica."

[motherfucked]

Does Jessica feel like apologizing? Nope. In fact, she's going to talk over this guy, like you do.

"I wasn't talking to you, du—" Wait, back up, there's a deja-vu thing going on in the voice.

"Uh, hi Peter." She liked Peter, even if she didn't like like him anymore. But some part of her thought, right then, that it was maybe better for high school things to stay there. It was still a shocking thing to remember sometimes, that she was not the only one who grew up, moved on. Other people kept moving too.

"Sorry," she added, sheepishly.

[incywincyhero]

Peter, if asked, would have a hard time relating. It wasn't that he wouldn't understand his point, but so many people he knew from his high school years were still in touch (or would be, in the right universe) -- were in fact better friends now than they ever were in his "Puny Parker" days.

Well, that and he barely remembered "Coma Girl" at all. To him, Jessica Jones was Luke Cage's wife. Not-wife. Pre-wife? In any case, it was a weird situation for him, too, but a different kind of weird.

Right then, it was mostly amusing.

"Bad day at work?"

[motherfucked]

"No, uh, no. Work's fine." Work was shitty, but it was always shitty, and she still had some voice in the back of her head that wanted to impress Peter. Or at least, not seem like a total failure.

"It's— you know what, you're a guy, you don't have to put up with this." She looks at the offending magazine.

[incywincyhero]

"Oh," he said, with a sympathetic grimace. "Yeah, MJ used to love ripping those apart." Used to? Still did, somewhere else. It was uncomfortable, that speaking of her in the past tense had become so comfortable. Casting about for a distraction, his eyes land on her shopping basket. "I knew someone had taken them all!"