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Chapter 27
Bye-Bye-Bye

Waiting was something Jamie was very okay doing. She was a trained sniper, after all. And that meant she was patient and stubborn. Well, this was pushing it. It took six months for the stalker to send anything again, and it was, of course, on her birthday. Jessica Jones had been doing her job, and she found out a lot of interesting things, but none of those interesting things was about the identity of the stalker himself.

The Stalker handed off the presents to someone, and they handed it off to another, and then another, and then another, and another, and another, and so on and so forth until they finally made it to Jamie. And the only reason these people did what was instructed of them, was because if they did, there was a deposit of two hundred dollars into their bank account. So whoever this was, was smart, and they had funding. They could afford to do this over and over again, never once using the same person twice. There were never any finger prints from them. No DNA anywhere. Always paid in cash. It was unbelievable.

And the trail went dead. If there wasn't any gifts, there wasn't anything to track, so Jones was forced to put the case to the side, and that meant that she wasn't getting paid. She was started to really get bothered by this case though. She didn't like things going unsolved, and Jamie could see that. Which meant her case wouldn't be dropped altogether. That was reassuring, at least.

And, as horrible as it sounded, Jamie was a little relieved to get flowers and another envelope on her birthday. It meant that maybe the investigation could start up again. That was, until she actually read what was in the envelope, along with seeing the photos.

"Love is supposed to be selfless. It's give and take; a two-way street. And what do I get for showing affection, and loving you? You higher a private investigator to find me! You can't just trust that I'll find you? That I'll see you eventually? You don't trust me? How could you! I thought you knew how this worked! I thought you appreciated this and everything that I've done for you!

"I guess I was wrong. Maybe you're not who I thought you were. Maybe you're too impatient, and can't wait any longer to be with me. Well, my dearest, you won't have to wait much longer. I admit, I can't resist you either. I'll give in to your need. And soon, you and I will be together forever. I promise you that, my dearest Angel."

Oh, this does not look good, Jamie thought.

A couple hours later, Jamie was sitting in Jessica Jones' office, the black haired woman looking over everything that had been sent. The photos were typical stalker photos. Nothing too abnormal. They were more current than the last batch, this set from her time living in New York after what happened in DC. She was going for runs, going out to eat, meeting at Josie's on a couple different occasions. There were a couple with Natasha and Clint, and more with Steve. There was even one from the first day she got the photos. It was right when Steve kissed her forehead. And all of Steve's had his face crossed out in black marker. He obviously didn't appreciate Steve in her life.

It was decided that whenever Jamie went out alone, she'd call Jones to trail her. Whoever this person was, wouldn't have the courage to try anything to get to Jamie unless she was alone. And if she had someone with her, she didn't need to worry. But if she went out alone, Jones would follow her to make sure, and hope to catch the stalker.

In order to be prepared in case he did try something while she was out, Jamie put a hell of a lot more hours into the gym with Natasha, Clint, and Steve. That meant she not only got better, but she toned up too. Jamie didn't think she could ever gain that much muscle mass in her life! Not that she looked like a bodybuilder woman or anything, but it was definitely noticeable that she was very physically fit and capable of spectacular things. But it was noticeable enough.

There were even just some nights that Jamie and Jones would plan to go out just to try and capture this sick creep. And so far, each and every one of their attempts had no progress. And with each failure, Jamie just became more and more dejected. She hadn't been this stressed out in a long time, and it wasn't even over something that was world changing for a change.

And that was exactly why she was sitting in Josie's with Matt and Foggy eating dinner at eleven o'clock at night, her head unwisely resting on the dirty counter and her arms. "I really want a drink," she grumbled, playing with a french fry.

"We all know that'd be a bad idea," Foggy slurred, obviously having had a little too much to drink that evening.

"Oh, and why's that, Mr. Nelson?" Jamie asked bitterly. "You don't know what happens when I get drunk!"

"Nope, but people as strong as you shouldn't get drunk because who know what time the supermarket closes? I forgot to buy eggs?" Foggy said.

Jamie just openly stared at him before shifting her gaze to Matt to see if he was being serious. "What just happened?" she asked.

"He lost his train of thought and went into another one," Matt answered with a smirk. "Happens sometimes when he's drunk."

"That's gotta keep things interesting," she thought outloud.

"At times," Matt agreed. "Sometimes it's a handful."

"You're a handful!" Foggy slurred back.

"And now he's using bad comebacks," she muttered. "Maybe someone should take him home?"

"Right, that's a good idea," Matt said. He pulled his wallet out to pay, but Jamie beat him to it.

"No, my treat," Jamie interjected.

"You sure?" he asked, hesitating before he put his wallet away. "Thanks, Jamie."

"Of course," Jamie said. "And technically it's on Tony Stark, so thank him."

"Well, thank him for me, and thank you too," Matt said. "I'll talk to you later, okay?" he said, patting her shoulder as he got up. "Okay Fog, let's get you home."

"Can we stop and get eggs?" he asked, as Matt lead him away.

Jamie just chuckled and shook her head. She too got up a couple minutes later. It had been one of those rare nights that Jamie actually took her car out of the Avenger's tower garage, and even managed to find a decent free parking spot.

She got to her car and stood in front of the door for several long seconds rummaging through her bag for her keys, which always seemed to disappear to Nowhereland within her handbag.

But before she could even get her small hand into the bottom of the bag, the driver side mirror shattered, the fragments cascading onto the leather seat. Red, thick blood coated a good majority of that blood, though Jamie didn't see any of it, as she screamed and fell forward, hitting her head off the framing of the door.

The bullet that had ripped clean and straight through her shoulder hadn't been an ordinary one. No, she could feel the freezing burn rippling through her body, starting at her shoulder. It was a neutralizing bullet, though not one used by Cerberus, that was for sure. This one was far different. The dosage, for instance, was wrong. There was far too much neutralizing agent in it, which was why this hit and burned far more than any of the others did. But that wasn't the only thing either. Mixed in with the neutralizing agent was what seemed to be a rather poor attempt at a tranquilizer.

The two agents weren't mixing well together. The neutralizing agent was being slowed in its process to effect her whole body by the tranquilizer. Her system was slowing down, which was exactly what the neutralizing agent didn't want. Whomever made it was obviously an amiture with this sort of thing.

But in a way this was extremely effective. Because before Jamie knew it, she was unconscious.

Of all the ways that a person could be woken up, this was one of the worst. Jamie had been woken up in various ways in her lifetime, ranging from a bucket of water being dumped on her by bother her father and her brother, to being dragged out of the cells at Cerberus, but having someone press something, most likely their thumb, into her wounded shoulder was one of the worst.

And of course, this action made her cry out in pain, tears streaming down her face. What she didn't expect was to have her tears wiped away. Her eyes shot open, and if she should've, she would've pushed back and away from whomever this was. But she found she couldn't move. All Jamie was able to do was turn her face away from the person's hand.

And, of course, the person standing in front of her was someone she didn't recognize, and it wasn't because of how blurry and unfocused her vision was. But from what little she could actually make out, the man before her was rather small. It had to have been highly difficult for him to carry her from her car to his van or whatever the hell he put her in, if he had, to wherever they were now, which looked like a ratty old freezer. It sure felt like a freezer.

The only one that seemed affected by the cold was Jamie though. The brunet man was wrapped up in a black hoodie and black jeans, while Jamie was in appropriate summer clothes. She wasn't dressed for freezer weather.

Inspection the blurry man wasn't all she tried to do. She, of course, figured out the small space they were in, but she was also trying to figure out where she was and how to possibly escape.

"Don't even think about it, darling." And before she could even think about opening her mouth, a needle was jammed into the side of her neck and a cool liquid was injected into her bloodstream. And just like when she was shot, the freezing burn pulsed and came over her body. This one, however, wasn't combined with a sedative. "Right now, it's just you and me. And that's how it's going to be for the rest of our lives. Isn't that exciting?"

"Ff….Not...no, not really," she mumbled, her brain straining to form together a sentence to say in reply. Every was moving so slow, and it was so hard to just even think. Damn drugs, she thought.

"W-What?" he gasped, the voice not sounding familiar whatsoever. "Don't you know who I am?"

"Other than my stalker? No, I don't," she answered unwisely. She supposed when she was in pain and under the effects of drugs she didn't exactly think out her words like she probably should've.

"But, we've met! We're meant to be together!" he protested. "We're meant for great things!"

"Great things?" she asked, several long seconds later. She was starting to feel extremely light headed. The cold freezer air wasn't helping to stop the bleeding from the wound on her shoulder. "Oh please, tell me what great things we're destined for," she murmured. Her eyes were starting to feel extremely heavy, and her mind was starting to blank. It was taking all of her energy to stay awake. "The suspense is killing me... Apart from the, you know, gunshot wound," Jamie muttered.

"But it was love at first sight! We're supposed to be together, and I'd take you away from those bad influences that you live with! It would just be you and me for the rest of our lives away from all of these undeserving idiots!"

"I don't even...know you…"

"BUT YOU DO!" He screamed frustratedly. "You do know me! We've met before. Don't you remember? You were so sweet and concerned! You even offered me money!"

"I don't know….what the hell you're talking….about!" Jamie protested, her head starting to roll to one side. The effort of holding her head up was even too much at the moment. "I don't….know you….or care to….Leave me….alone…"

"How can you say that! After everything I've done for you?" he pressed. The man started to pace back and forth. "After I went out of my way to make you feel special, to be close to you! I'm taking you away from that prehistoric leech you've been entertaining!"

"Prehistoric…..You're a dick…" Jamie muttered. She twisted her wrists, which were tied behind her back. The road was too tight though. Only her and Steve's friend could call him names like that!

"A dick? You think….I'm a dick?!" He growled. "You ungrateful bitch!" He lunged forward, backhanding her in the face. The reaction wasn't good enough for him though, so he went back to the hole in her shoulder and pressed his thumb forcefully into it, causing her to scream out.

The few seconds before Jamie lost consciousness for the second time that evening, she did just manage to make out the heavy metal freezer door being pulled off the hinges and easily tossed to the side as a small figure walked in.

It was becoming ridiculous how used to Jamie was to having a limp in a sling. It was utterly annoying. She'd probably go mad if she didn't have a healing factor. In a week or two she'd be able to take it off. She didn't know how normal people did it.

After waking up in the hospital with Jessica Jones sitting next to her in one of those very uncomfortable emergency room chairs, she was released the next morning all patched up, Jamie and Jessica Jones went back to her office to finish up some business and to be filled in the rest of the way.

It was rather awkward at first. Jessica Jones wasn't exactly sure what Jamie knew about her, seeing as Jamie had been pretty out of it. Jamie had gone through a couple hours debating with herself on whether she had been hallucinating or not when she saw Jessica Jones rip the metal door off its hinges. In the end, Jamie knew that even her hallucinations were a lot more lucid even when things, such as her sight, started to deteriorate.

The version of the story that Jones gave her was that the door wasn't locked at all, as well as rusted, and so it was very easy to just "accidentally" break the door. But Jamie didn't buy it, and she was going to make it known that she didn't buy it. Because being alone with abilities was hard, and you could always use someone else that understood what it was really like. They needed friends.

"His name is Archie Matthews," Jones told her, breaking the awkward silence. "He's a rather wealthy photographer. He freelanced for some really big magazines and papers. I suggest you call your lawyers, but since he tried to kill you, I'm sure he'll go to prison for a long time."

"I'll do that," she answered. "Thank you, for all your work." She reached into her bag, which she had gotten before stopping at the office with her to get her money, as well as a change of clothes and a shower. Jamie pulled out the envelope with the large stack of cash for the woman.

"Its cash to prevent it from being tacked back to me, or the Avengers," Jamie said. "Hope that's okay."

"Not one bit," Jones said, taking the envelope.

"There's also a good deal extra for a tip or a bonus or whatever the hell you want to call it," Jamie clarified. "I honestly really appreciate all of this. So thank you."

"Just my job," Jones said, holding out her hand to shake Jamie's extended hand.

"And you do it very well," Jamie complimented. Jamie stood and grabbed her bag to put it on her good shoulder. "So, super strength?" Jamie asked.

"I don-"

"Hey, your secret's safe with me," Jamie told her. "It's no use denying it. Just know that if you need anything, you have a friend to help." Jones didn't accept nor deny what Jamie was saying, and that was all Jamie really expected. And that, of course, made her sure that she was right. "Thank you, Jessica Jones."

Jessica sighed and held out her hand one last time.

I wanted to apologize for how long it's been. This chapter has seriously killed me. I even considered moving the chapter that's after this one up just because it's been finished for months and I was having such a hard time with this one, but I was too lazy to copy and paste all of the pages in my doc and changing all of my info sheets that I have (I'm overly organized with my stories). But I've been working two jobs and trying to fix one of them as an internship which hadn't been going well for some reason. Had to bug by extremely laid back boss to finally go in and talk to the experiential learning center today. At least he had to go in for work today anyway. Plus, I've got several commissioned art pieces I've gotta get done. :P And I blame GameboyLuke for continually getting me in the mood to play Pokemon….then also blame Pokemon Go...

Okay, my complaining, justification and rant about my life right now is over. Onto story related stuff!

But there we have it. The end of the Stalker Arc. If anybody wants to look back, the stalker was originally in Solace Ch. 24. He was the guy Jamie literally ran into while her and Steve were on one of their runs. There's no description of him physically, which was intentions, because it was just supposed to seem like one of those little things, and to her back then, he was just some guy she ran into and would never see again. He wasn't memorable.

I'm not really happy with how it ended, but I was getting really tired of it. I just hope you guys find it relatively desent. Let me know what you think!

Thanks to the following people for their reviews on the previous chapter:

Goldenfightergirl- No, Aaron from Cerberus isn't the stalker. She figured that out shortly after he kidnapped her. He hates her, and the stalker thinks he's in love with her.

Xenocanaan- I've got ideas for Civil War, definitely. I'm so excited. And I can't wait to see Doctor Strange too.

The girl with no life- Oh you're so lucky! I only got to see it twice! I have to agree, the Sam and Falcon moments were my favorite, as well as Ant-Man. Scott just cracks me up, as well as this version of Peter. And she told Steve back when they lived in New York, while dating Colin, she got the flowers, and he's just observant. When he came over on her b-day a couple years ago, he brought her flowers and a present and she was all upset, plus there was remnants of smashed flowers in the kitchen too.

Animelover78861- Thank you! I just love how large the universe is, and how everything is connected, so I definitely wanted to use the Netflix Marvel shows.

Guest 1- Even if they're not together soon, there will be plenty of flirting.

Adela- I'm so glad you liked it. Hope this one satisfied you love for the story!

Guest 2- Yes, but as explained in this chapter, he's never actually in the view of the camers. He pays so many people, one after the other, to hand off to other strangers.

Jedi Jelsa777- I'm very glad you liked the chapter. I can now focus on updating and progressing with the story.

CupcakeLoopy- Yes, I will admit it wasn't my best work. It was very rushed. It was one of those times/chapters where I got really such and had to push through in order to break the writers block, which always gets me out of my slump, but also makes the work a little less in quality. Hopefully you thought this one was a bit better, and again, I give you my honest apology.

Jo- I always try to stick as closely to the script as possible. If you haven't noticed, I never take the dialog away from other people. Jamie's stuff is all original. If I can avoid changing things I do. She's not the star of the show after all. But there is pretty much only one thing that has to be changed in Civil War, and I'm pretty sure you know what scene I'm walking about. ;)

ShatteredSoul37- Who did you think it was? I'm really curious to know now!

CJ/OddBall- That's a very interesting scene you've created. That would definitely have been creepy! This chapter, of course, ends the stalker stuff altogether. I hope it wasn't too disappointing. I, myself, along with a lot of other people, are growing a little tired of the arc, I believe. And I just hope it ended okay for people. So let me know what you think! And I'm good, thanks! I'm sorry for the delay, really! I don't mean to worry anybody!

Silver-Tongued Writer Girl- Well, the stalker was shown in this chapter, and I'm wondering how many people guessed who it was, or just are like wtf?

Seasidewriter1- I'm glad you liked the chapter. There will be more flirting to come, I promise….after some very tense times that are coming in about...oh, Idk, three chapters. Did you figure out who stalker was? I bet a lot of people are going wtf. I'm not sure if it'll be all too clear when the next movie comes out, seeing as it's Doctor Strange, it just doesn't seem like they'd really meant it all too much, ify ou ask me. BUt I'm super pumped to say the least. Oh, I already have plans for Civil War though, so at least there's that. I can't wait for it to come out on DVD so I can start really mapping and doing scenes for it though.

Sydney33331- I'm happy you're enjoying Jamie's story! I have help on Steve, I'll admit. (Thank you StillDoll13) just to help make it seem like a real conversation because when you do things like rp the scene, you never know what it's going to do, and it makes it so much more realistic and entertaining.

Rubyia- You don't have to thank me! I'm just so glad you really loved this story enough to binge read it!

Cyrbrii- Was the stalker who you thought it would be? I'm really curious to know it it was or wasn't, and if it wasn't, who your guess was. And Sure! Send me a PM and we can talk more about writing and whatnot.

OctoberOpal - lol Trust me, you weren't the only one to find that fanfiction seption was funny. I was cracking up at the idea and that's why I HAD to put it in.

NessieBooEvans- Yes, I'm sorry! I'm hoping to get into a better routine.

Catherine- Thank you so much! I'm so glad you like it!