Emma. G. Frost

He shrugs. "Could always get Scott to dress up as one."

"Pretty expensive hire..." He chuckles. "Have to ship them from Austrailia."

Softly kissing her lips, Artemis pulled away to take a sip of her wine. " I knew we are on same page. "

“Ouch, but you’re not wrong. Here’s Herc so I can trick him into holding this for me a minute…”

“Happy women’s History month, gang, I’m sorry I haven’t been up to my usual standard of celebrating us girls, but the whole damn world is on fire and somebody has to put it out. Who better than me?”

Waiting for the sunrise while placing her web shooters to her wrists. Having a day off was fun and all, but the mask will always keep calling. Kinda makes her wonder. Who is the real her? The Spider? Or the Woman?

Artemis' cheeks burned a deeper shade of crimson, the warmth spreading down her neck as unspoken possibilities flickered through her mind. "Let's see where this moment takes us." She whispered, her voice low, almost daring. She leaned in, the space between them vanishing.

" It starts with friends . . . maybe it can become something more... Intimate? " Artemis said, her voice soft yet teasing. She enjoyed this conversation.

"Oh, really?" Artemis arched a brow, swirling the deep red wine in her glass before bringing it to her lips for another slow sip. She set the glass down with a satisfied hum, tilting her head slightly. " Being honest always helps. "

"What if I'm lookin' forward to it?" Artemis purred, a teasing glint in her emerald eyes as she arched a single brow. Just then, the wine arrived, the deep crimson liquid swirling in the glass as it was poured.

“Family is complicated. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve thought about knocking my cousin out.”