A/N – I do not own Jessica Jones, Alias, or anything remotely Marvel, other than my comic book collection. That being said, if I HAD owned Jessica Jones, I would not have allowed her to consider being called Power Woman, even in jest. Enjoy and as always, reviewing would be nice. Good or bad, I like to hear how my writing is coming along. Also, so you know, I may have to tweak some of Jessica Jones' bio to fit within my story, but it's nothing too horrible. And yes, the prologue is a little short, the rest won't be.
My name is Jessica Jones and before you ask, yes, I was a super hero. There, I said it. Let me know when you are done laughing…I can wait. Done? Good, now that we have that out of our system, we can continue. For a good portion of my life, I ran (and at some points flew) around New York City as the adventurer aptly named Jewel. And despite everything I have done or have been through, it seems that the only thing people can remember about me is the fact that I gave it up. Not the bad guys I've busted, not the friends and connections I made with other like-minded people in costumes, but just the fact that I hung up my tights at the age of twenty-two. Sure, some of them noticed that I had given it one more shot as Knightress (even through it was it was only for one week), but it still boils down to the fact that I walked away from the hero game. It isn't just the general public that sometimes feigns interest in my story; I am actually asked that question more times than not by people in the same line of work. The questions and harsh looks get even worse when I chime in with the knowledge that I also turned down a job with S.H.I.E.L.D of all things, opting instead to open my own private investigation agency and practically live off of Ramen Noodles. With my role as the wife of Avengers and Thunderbolts leader, Luke Cage, the spotlight has been making those questions push to the surface more than usual, leaving me with little chance to hide behind my usual brush-off line, "I just wasn't any good at it." So, as per usual, the public at large has been breathing down my neck with questions about my past exploits as a costumed hero.
Funny thing about it is, for the most part, there really isn't much to tell. Everyone seems to have this pre-conceived notion that because I fought bad guys, that I must have sent guys like the Wrecking Crew and Dr. Doom to jail on a monthly basis and it simply wasn't like that. Especially early in my career. Hell, a convenience store robbery was considered a highlight at times. People like the Avengers, Spider-Man, and the Fantastic Four handled the big guys, leaving B-listers like myself to deal with the other riff-raff. Which, I'm not going to lie, was completely fine by me. It wasn't that I wasn't going to, or never did, help with the big league villains; it was it was a bit out of my league. Even if it was watching Spider-Man tackle Sandman right in our high school that made me go into the hero business to begin with, the idea of me fighting someone of his caliber was bit nerve racking. To be quite frank, I don't know how Parker did it all at his age.
But I digress. With the Avengers spotlight blaring on my shoulders and with juggling motherhood and super heroing, people are starving for any information on my past that they can get their hands on. So, I figured it would be a lot easier to just give the people what they want, but to tell the story myself, as to get the truth and leave out some of the things I would rather keep hidden in my past. So, without further ado, this is my cautionary tale.
Alias – The Tales of Jewel and Rebel.