Snip to Chapter 3 of TAS: SS

Behind the mansion right by Xavier’s burial sight, is the only place Jean can find solitude. Most of the students and staff don’t come by here out of respect for the founder for their team.

Jean sits on the edge of the fountain, her fingers trailing through the cool water. The sound of the trickling water provides a soothing backdrop to her tumultuous thoughts. All of them about her future, what she will go through when she goes back, and how she won’t be able to avoid it without serious consequences.

Thats what they tell her at least.

She closes her eyes, trying to find a moment of peace amidst the chaos in her mind. It doesn’t help that she can hear passing thoughts of so many even this far from the school. Most of them aren’t about her and her friends, at least not those who are new or not near the windows looking out where she is.

“Wow, I wonder how much this thing costs.”

Her eyes snap open when her solitude is ruined by a familiar voice. She looks up to see Iron Spider perched on the fountains figure’s head, with his sights fixed on her.

“What are you doing out here?” She questions, a little more harshly than she intended.

“What? A friend can’t come and comfort another friend when said friend needs a friend even though said friend blew off her other friends?”

Jean stares at the hero in bewilderment.

“Let me try that again,” he says with a shake if his head. “Are you okay?”

Jean looks away and says, “I’m fine.”

An obvious lie that Spidey sees through, “People who are fine, don’t brush off their friends.”

Jean bites her lip, debating whether to open up. "It's... complicated," she finally admits.

“Isn’t it always?” He jokingly inquires, “Love is a beautiful and painful aspect of life that we do not understand.”

Jean gives the hero a strange look, before she realizes he is just trying to lighten the mood. She sighs and slumps, “It's just... everything that's happened and will happen. Being here, in this time. Knowing what's going to happen to me, to all of us. It's overwhelming."

The young hero hops down and lands gracefully beside her, “Well, we all got some news we didn’t expect. And if its any consolation, I died too. That pretty Russian blonde said she killed me remember?”

Jean now gives him a flat look, “Seriously?” She flatly questions, “She said killed you, and you still find her attractive?”

“Hey don’t judge, your boyfriend is a terrorist,” he says in a joking manner.

Her eyes are like daggers at him, what he said is true but a cheap shot. She looks down to the gound, “I saw things in older Hank's mind... terrible things. About my future, about what I will go through when I go back. How am I supposed to go back and pretend everything's normal when I know what's coming?"