Hello! I would like to introduce my new story called Rise. I would also like to inform you that I suck at writing, however it allows me to have a creative outlet whilst drowning in university work haha. Anyways, I will just give you a heads up on some of the specifics of the story:
Rated: M – Coarse language, Sex scenes/references, violence, mentions of rape.
Characters: my OC – Allison Jones (I know in the comic that originally Jessica's last name was Campbell but in my story it's Jones), Jessica Jones, Steve Rogers/Captain America, Kilgrave, Most of the Avengers and a few appearances from Luke Cage.
I am basing my story off the Marvel Cinematic Universe and Netflix Shows, so if it's not true to the comics then sorry but this is in the Movies category! Also having said that the story will be AU. And to give you a bit of background, what happens in the Jessica Jones TV series comes before the attack on New York in the Avengers in this story.
Anyway! Enough rambling. I hope you enjoy this story and if you have any questions about it don't hesitate to ask!
(Flashbacks are in Italics)
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"Dad tell Jess to give it back!" I roared from the back seat, straining against by seatbelt to retrieve my book from my sister's hand.
"Jessie don't be difficult, give your sister her book back" her father said calmly from the driver's seat.
"Then tell Allison to stop being so annoying!" Jessica sneered.
I could tell my parents were getting annoyed. my mother turned from the passenger seat and snatched the book from Jessica and handing it back to me.
"Stop acting like babies!" my mother said whilst shooting my sister and I stern looks.
I turned to Jessica and poked my tongue out. She returned the gesture and we turned our backs on one another as best as we could in the cramped environment that was our family car. We were on our way to Disneyland for a family holiday, and I had to endure another whole day of being in close confines with Jessica. I picked my book up again and returned to J.R.R Tolkien's masterful work.
It was not long before I felt something small but hard, hit me in the face. I looked up from my book in time to see Jessica throwing cashew nuts at me.
"DAD! Jessica is throwing food at me!" I yelled angrily, picking up the nuts and throwing them back to her.
"GIRLS! STOP IT NOW!" mother shouted in exasperation.
But Jessica would not listen, and neither would I. finally I could see my father tense up. I knew he would shout at us again. He turned in his chair, taking his eyes off the road to stop our fighting.
"Stop it now or I will- "
"DAVID!" Mother screamed as our car sped toward the back of a massive truck.
"ALLISON!"
"Hey idiot! Move out the way!" the sound of a car horn ripped me from my memories. I looked up to see a small man in a taxi beeping his horn at me, yelling at me to move. I realised I was standing in the middle of the road and quickly ran to the other side, the man yelling incoherent profanities at me as he drove off into the night.
I leant against the wall of a dirty building and took a deep breath, the cold air filling my lungs and chilling my body. It had been months since I had thought of the day my parents had died. The sound of the car smashing into the back of the massive black truck in front of us and the sickening crunch of bone made my head spin. I slid down the wall and sat on the grungy sidewalk as I tried to regain my composure. The dark street around me was deserted, only the distant chaos that was New York City could be heard. After a few deep breaths I stood up shakily and continued walking.
10 years… it had been 10 years since the crash and yet I could remember every detail, every sound in the seconds leading up to the moment everything changed. The memories haunted me almost as much as what happened after. I could still remember the burning sensation spreading all over my body like fire, my parents slumped over, their bodies mangled and broken, and my sister screaming.
I made my way through the dark streets of Brooklyn towards my apartment. It wasn't much but it was the only home I knew. After the accident, Jessica and I went our separate ways. She blamed me for the crash and refused to see me. I see her occasionally but we never speak, and I'm okay with that. I'm not a people person. Ever since the crash I kept to myself, mostly because I'm a freak but also, I just don't like people.
People will judge you for being different. For not being normal, and me having the ability to potentially level a city doesn't help my cause. I don't hide my powers, why should I? it didn't help my isolation but I wasn't sure anything could help that.
I turned the corner and walked into the dimly lit apartment block that I lived in. it wasn't much but It didn't have to be. I spent most of my time working at the construction site so I wasn't here very often. It wasn't the most glamourous of jobs but it paid okay and allowed be to release the pent up energy that was constantly coursing through my body. I climbed the stairs and walked down the hall to find my flat. The corridor was always dark so finding my keys was a struggle.
"Shit" I grumbled as i rifled through my bag, unable to find the keys.
I sighed and looked around, checking to see if I was alone. When I was satisfied that no-one was watching, I closed my eyes and concentrated. I could feel the energy surging through my body and I concentrated the energy into my palm. I opened my eyes and my hand was glowing a soft orange, a colour that was all too familiar now. I looked back in my bag and using the light emanating from my hand I finally found my keys and opened the door.
My flat was nothing special. It had a small bedroom, a bathroom and a kitchen, which is all I needed. I made my way over to the bedroom and dumped my bag on the bed. The room was plain, with a small bed in the middle with a bed-side table and a wardrobe with a mirror.
I sank into the soft mattress and stared at the mirror.
"Man I need a shower" I said aloud.
It was true. My dull blonde curls were matted and pulled into a low ponytail. My small, full frame looked tired, worn and dirty. I had never been beautiful. I was that girl that was teased at school for being ugly. My sister was the prettier one, her dark smooth hair and slim frame was a trait passed on from our mother. Unfortunately, I was not as lucky. However, none of that mattered now. It's not like I had anyone left to call me names. I thought back to when Jessica was in hospital after the crash.
"I never want to see your ugly face ever again!" Jessica yelled weakly at me from her hospital bed.
"Jessica please!" I pleaded.
"No! you are not my sister!" she sat up in bed and slapped me across the face. The force of the hit sending me flying across the room and crashing into the wall.
I sat up and shook my head, tears forming in my eyes. I looked up at Jessica, dumbfounded as to how she could have hit me that hard.
"Jessica wha- "
"GET OUT"
Her words had stung. Not as much as the hit though. It was the first time we realised what had happened to her after the crash. And it was the last time I would speak to my sister for a long while. I was shaken from the memory when I heard a creaking noise coming from the kitchen.
"Hello?" I asked softly, rising from the bed.
There was no answer. I crept towards the door and peered through. I couldn't see anything because of the lighting so I pushed the door open and walked through.
"Miss Jones" a voice called in the darkness.
i whipped my around and instinctually I raised my now glowing hands to the intruder.
"There is no need for that I assure you" the voice said calmly.
I turned my attention to the light switch and willed the lights to turn on. Sure enough they did and I caught a glimpse of the man in front of me. He was a few inches taller than me with short and fair hair and was dressed in a black suit.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked warily.
The man took a step forward and I tensed up, raising my hands again in defence. He looked at me and put his hands up in surrender.
"I'm not going to hurt you" he said with a warm smile.
"Then tell me who the fuck you are!" I yelled angrily.
"My name is Agent Phil Coulson; I have come on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D" he answered.
"Never heard of it" I grumbled.
"I didn't expect you to, I have come to talk, please sit" he said, gesturing to the table in the middle of the room.
I watched him warily as he sat at the table. He pulled out a file from the briefcase he was carrying and opened it. I slowly made my way to the table and sat, willing the energy surrounding my hands to dissipate. I glanced at the file and saw a picture of me attached to it.
"What is that" I asked cautiously, still not trusting the stranger.
"This is your file, its everything we know about you and your power" Agent Coulson told me.
"And just how did you get this information?" I asked sceptically.
Agent Coulson laughed and turned the file around so I could read it.
"It's my job" Agent Coulson said with a smile.
I glared at him and looked down at the file. I was shocked to see so many confidential records in it. I found medical records from the crash, my birth certificate, numerous photos of me using my powers, and records of my personal life and health. I looked up and Agent Coulson and realised this S.H.I.E.L.D, or whatever it was called, was interested in my powers. I sat back in my chair and pushed the file back to him.
"What do you want from me Agent Coulson?" I asked, anger laced in my words.
"Please, call me Phil, and I want to give you an opportunity" he said plainly.
"An opportunity to do what?" I said, now thoroughly confused.
"To do something that will make a difference".
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Well there you have it! The first chapter of my first story done. I know it's a bit of a scene-setter but I promise there is much more action to come!
Please read and review! I do not accept any criticism unless it is constructive.
Thanks guys!
Inlariel xx