Nov 17, 2022
“...” And she was supposed to believe this? Damn this day was going to be long.
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“...” And she was supposed to believe this? Damn this day was going to be long.
Bobby's intervention had taken more than her share in her mind. She was still plagued by his memories, and that was fueling what was dormant in her. It had also made her headaches worse. Ever the same, she did not show anything however. Remaining the good old Jean. Going with Ororo wedding shopping , she still had not really found a dress , but that was okay, she had now the flowers and the venue.
The weather had been quite bad for a few days now, and she had not been planning to go downtown, but fate would have it that she had a lecture to give at the Museum. She had decided to take a walk along the river, thus having a clear view of the Brooklyn bridge. She saw the accident happen, a bigger boat crashing into the bridge because of the winds or whatever. She did not really think and got into action. She flew to the bridge and prevented it from collapsing. Her power had grown a lot since the last time she had made full display of it. She expanded her hold to the ship as well, preventing it from sinking.
She hoped to hold everything in place until cars, peoples , everything were off of that bridge. However, holding such magnitude by the force of her will , was quite a feat... that's when she heard the screetch deep within her. She sent a wave of I need help through minds.
The air was so cold , the world was so loud again. 2 am , maybe, she wasn't sure. She was walking aimlessly through the streets of the Big Apple, the city that never slept before, like some sort of Alice in Wonderland. Her wounds were not healing, and her mind was just grasping at whoever gave her a reason to remain. A phone call, a call, a laughter. But when all those fences were not there, the lonliness was crushing her.
The flow of water and cars mixed in her head as she just stopped to stare at some bridge , at the road below. She climbed over the fence, onto a plateform and started to walk like some circus star on a thread. Her arms stretched out, her eyes closed. The wind in her hair, the rush making her heart beat, her life in the balance , at her will , all she had to do was to decide to walk or fall. She found a weird sense of relief and control in that.
"I am Groot?"
Not this time, not with this new law. Maybe Betsy lost some of her faith because of the war but this time, she refused to take part in all of that, she was done playing the hero and paying the price for it. She had her own problems to deal with, she had to clean her own mind, calm down the stolen memories, and compartmentalize the pain. She decided she could handle it, just like she handled all the shit of her past. The Skrulls may have stolen her body and face, they may have stolen her brother, but they could go f*ck themself for stealing anything else.
Telepathically privileged, the Hammer wasn't a big deal, Betsy wasn't living like a fugitive but still avoided pointless attention. Known faces were most of the time spotted from at least two blocks away. Anyway, all that fuss to say that, no. Betsy wasn't surprised to meet those eyes in front of her. "What are you doing here?"
"Were you looking for anything in particular or just browsing?" Trevor asked as he went to check on the lone customer in his store.
New York was not really a city she loved, she never really did. Maybe it was because she was a West girl, maybe it was because a lot happened here and she did not feel like facing all the memories. Yet she had to be here for some business. She knew that as soon as her name would ping, a few people would make contact. Some per phone, some popping up behind her and saying hi. However, you could not just pop behind her without her noticing, she was, always on alert. It never stopped. So, to avoid some unwanted attention because people missed her, she simply reached out to those people and was now waiting at a café to meet and catch up.
“What are you looking at?”