[ It took her a long time to relax. In her head, she threw together a sloppy pseudo-mantra out of the facts he'd given her. When her thoughts strayed to her past, she gracelessly corrected them. After hearing the word "Wednesday" three or four times, it occurred to her what god Shadow was dealing with.
Could the Avengers help him? Would they even want to? Thor was barely even a member. He spent his time everywhere but Earth and who could blame him. Whether he got help or not, Shadow would end up on a government list for the rest of his life, if he wasn't locked up in a facility for monitoring and weaponizing. No, they couldn't go to the heroes with this, unless they'd exhausted every resort including the last and whatever was buried underneath the last.
Back to the facts. God dad. Human mom. Zombie wife.
Eventually, she wore herself out with mental repetition and the struggle to keep it on course. Her last thoughts before sleep were unfettered and sinisterly personal, pouring over with doubt and regret. Then came a stretch of blissful darkness that was both long and too short. She wasn't aware of it until it had ended and she was at the mercy of her dreams.
She was standing on the stage of the nightclub where Luke was forced to try and kill her. The floor was flooded with dark water up to the stage's edge, and absent below the surface. It was black and deep and it smelled salty. She was alone except for her reflection, which stood out in a shock of bright yellow. Jess recognized the dress she was wearing but, somehow, not that she was wearing it.
Another breath and she would jump. Below the water, everyone would be safe. But no matter how much time passed, and how badly she wanted to, she didn't move. Alone, she blamed herself. This had to a decision she was making, even though she knew everyone was going to suffer for it. Frustrated tears started to roll down her face and dampen her dress in tiny speckles. It got hard to see through them. It got harder to breathe and so her chance to jump got further and further away. Behind her, someone spoke her name. Feet rooted, Jess turned at the waist and stared blearily down two dark barrels.
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Could the Avengers help him? Would they even want to? Thor was barely even a member. He spent his time everywhere but Earth and who could blame him. Whether he got help or not, Shadow would end up on a government list for the rest of his life, if he wasn't locked up in a facility for monitoring and weaponizing. No, they couldn't go to the heroes with this, unless they'd exhausted every resort including the last and whatever was buried underneath the last.
Back to the facts. God dad. Human mom. Zombie wife.
Eventually, she wore herself out with mental repetition and the struggle to keep it on course. Her last thoughts before sleep were unfettered and sinisterly personal, pouring over with doubt and regret. Then came a stretch of blissful darkness that was both long and too short. She wasn't aware of it until it had ended and she was at the mercy of her dreams.
She was standing on the stage of the nightclub where Luke was forced to try and kill her. The floor was flooded with dark water up to the stage's edge, and absent below the surface. It was black and deep and it smelled salty. She was alone except for her reflection, which stood out in a shock of bright yellow. Jess recognized the dress she was wearing but, somehow, not that she was wearing it.
Another breath and she would jump. Below the water, everyone would be safe. But no matter how much time passed, and how badly she wanted to, she didn't move. Alone, she blamed herself. This had to a decision she was making, even though she knew everyone was going to suffer for it. Frustrated tears started to roll down her face and dampen her dress in tiny speckles. It got hard to see through them. It got harder to breathe and so her chance to jump got further and further away. Behind her, someone spoke her name. Feet rooted, Jess turned at the waist and stared blearily down two dark barrels.
She woke up right as the shotgun went off. ]