AU: Time to stop skulking and post something here myself. Mostly just for fun
Disclaimer - All characters that you recognize belong to Marvel and not me. No money is being made off of this piece fiction - it is just for fun
Background: Jubiilee fic AU. M day, OZT etc happened and Jubilee is powerless - but she has a new employer
Moving on
It had been 36 months, 3 years, 1068 days since it had happened. 3 years since her life had been changed beyond measure. In the blink of an eye everything she had ever believed to be constant had been ripped away and she had been left to rebuild her life, and her very being.
In her 24 years on this planet Jubilation Lee had faced more than her fare share of challenges, had been asked to face more ears than most folks would see in a life time, and she had, somewhat foolishly believed that there was nothing else that could harm her. Then that god forsaken woman had opened her mouth and inflicted her madness on them all. With only a handful of words and a careless thought the lives of thousands of mutants had been altered in a way that they had never thought would happen. Her powers, the things that made her what and who she was had been stripped from her. In the blink of an eye the very things that had defined her existence had been taken from her and only then did she truly understand what loss was.
A wry smile crossed Jubilees face as she peered into her rapidly cooling coffee cup. She had fooled herself that she had known what loss was, when her parents died she thought she understood, then following all Logan's absences she had known loss, when she was sent away to the academy with Emma, again following the FOH attack where Angelo was lost to her, after Bastion and OZT. The list could just go on and on but she could not allow herself to wallow in the pity that always hung around on the periphery. It was not productive, it gained her nothing. She had always used her powers as a means of escape from her nightmares. The scars that her traumas her left could be blanked out for short periods when she felt the elation of using her powers.
She flexed her hands around he mug remembering the feeling of the plasma bursts pouring from her hands and the smell of ozone as they burst. She had never really appreciated them when they were there, and now she would never be able to, thanks to that Maximoff woman.
Silently tears fell from her eyes which (much to her surprise) were still blue. She paid no head to the tears, she had grown so used to their presence that they no longer registered, Letting out a deep sigh she put down the mug and picked up her bag and keys, heading out of the apartment ready to face another day, as a human.