New Chapter! Now what was that thing I wanted to tell y'all…..? I think it was that this story takes place after Age of Ultron, and before Guardians of the Galaxy 2…but I don't think it was that. Oh well, still important for y'all to know nonetheless.
Anyways, I'm excited for this chapter. Try to think of the Yellow Trailer theme song from RWBY.
Chapter 2
Club Junior
About an hour earlier, Jennifer Robinson was indeed busy. She had a certain place to get to. Driving through town on her motorcycle, in a new catsuit as a gift from S.H.I.E.L.D, she glanced around at the buildings and scenery. This area wasn't too bad for gangsters to meet around. Despite what had been going on for the past two years, Jenny was in no mood to track down gangsters. But she felt obligated to show up this night. After all, it was a Friday night…why not?
She pulled over by the fancy, lit-up building. It was covered in neon lights, and she could hear the music playing inside. It was fast, upbeat, and strangely uplifting.
Yeah, this is my jam! She thought. These people have good taste! She got off her motorcycle and walked over to the building. The fancy, sliding doors opened for her as she walked in. The music became louder, and she couldn't help but to walk with the beat, being a music lover. She paused and looked around the club. Club Junior was known for having high-tech for the dance floor, and also a classic DJ. He was wearing a bear-suit…for some odd reason. Jenny ignored him and looked towards the bar. A man dressed nicely was speaking with two women. They were wearing beautiful dresses and feathers. She quickly walked over to them. Once the man noticed her, he waved his hand to dismiss the two ladies. They walked away, sensing he wanted to talk to Jenny alone.
Good, I have him just where I want him. Jenny thought. She turned to the bar tender. "Strawberry sunrise- non-alcoholic, with ice," She placed her order. "Oh! And one of those little umbrellas!"
"Aren't you a little young to be coming to this club, kid?" The man finally addressed her.
"Aren't you a little old to have a name like Junior?" Jenny retorted.
"So, you know who I am…" Junior said. "You gotta name Shorty?"
Jenny winced at that before turning towards Junior. "Oh, I have several, but instead of Shorty, you can just call me Ma'am!" She quickly grabbed his arm, pulling it behind his back, and pinned him down onto the counter.
"Ow!"
"They say you know everything," Jenny continued, whipping out a picture of one of her enemies. "Tell me where I can find this man, and I'll let you go."
"I've never seen him before, I swear!" Junior whimpered in pain.
"Excuse me?!" Jenny growled, gripping his arm tighter.
"I swear…Ma'am…" Junior winced.
Jenny looked around and noticed more nicely dressed men staring at her. "Oh, looks like we've got an audience… this must be totally embarrassing for you… awkward…" She teased.
"Listen, Shorty- Ma'am! If you wanna make it out of this club alive, I suggest you let me go- now!" Junior pleaded. He sighed in relief when Jenny unhanded him and stepped back.
"You'll pay for that, Shorty." Junior said, walking away.
Call me that again, punk! Jenny thought bitterly. She ran to catch up to Junior.
"C'mon Junior, I was just messing around, don't get so sensitive! Wanna kiss and make up?"
"Huh?" Junior turned in surprise. Jenny giggled at him. "Uh, okay…" He leaned down, close enough for Jenny to quickly throw her fist and punch him. He flew back into a shelf with wine bottles falling all around him.
Junior's men gathered around Jenny, ready to attack her. But Jenny was ready to take out her weapons, stretching one out into a staff. She began to fight them off single-handedly. The DJ suddenly pulled out a gun and began to shoot at Jenny. She quickly rolled and dodged his bullets. She ran up to him and kicked him down, and kicked his gun out of his reach.
The records kept playing, despite the fact they had been knocked down.
Jenny looked over to see the two fancy ladies walking onto the dance floor. She walked over to face them.
"Melanie, who is this girl?" One asked the other.
"I don't know Misha, but we should teach her a lesson." The other replied.
Jenny smiled, and pulled her staff in half. She shook each piece until the chains stretched out to reveal nun-chucks.
Jenny faced both head-on, throwing one over her onto the ground. The other gal seemed to be tougher than the other. Her kicks and punches were stronger, but Jenny managed to block them with the chains. Finally, Jenny was able to throw her down too.
After that battle was over, Jenny found herself face-to-face with Junior. He held what looked like a rocket-launcher.
"You're gonna pay for this Shorty." He growled at her.
"Heh," Jenny gently shook her nun-chucks again, reattaching them into a staff.
The man swung his gun over her head. She quickly dodged him and rolled away. They were caught in a battle of swinging their weapons at each other. He finally fired his rocket-launcher, nearly hitting Jenny, and sending her flying backwards. She quickly stood up and lunged at him again, wrapping her staff around his gun. They were tangled in this tug-of-war for a moment. Once slip meant one of them would have to let go and lose their weapon. Jenny finally spun around, not letting go of her staff. She flung Junior across the room, now having possession of his rocket-launcher.
She gasped once she realized what he was holding.
Her yellow scarf.
This scarf was a gift from one of her best friends. The very friend who had died trying to help her. The very friend she was investigating for; tracking down the man who had killed her. Junior must have ripped it off her when she was spinning.
Now Jenny was really fired up. He called her short and ripped her scarf off…he was asking for missing teeth.
Jenny dropped the large gun, put her staff away, and began to sprint towards Junior. She ran her fist into his face, sending him flying through the front doors, shattering the glass.
Jenny walked past the unconscious Junior lying on the ground, covered in glass. She picked up her scarf. Her heart dropped when she realized she didn't find any answers this night. She felt disappointed.
Suddenly, her phone vibrated. She pulled it out of her pocket and looked it over. Her cousin, Joey, had been trying to text her. She didn't feel it buzzing with all the loud music, fighting, and gunshots… She read over the messages.
Jenny, Jane is coming over!
Sorry, she's coming over to your house
Jenny, are you there?
Jenny? Jenny!
Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, Jenny!
JEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYY!
JENNY, SHE IS LEAVING THE APARTMENT NOW! SHE WILL BE COMING GET YOUR BUTT HOME NOW!
"Geez kid," Jenny giggled, looking at the time. "She didn't leave that long ago…maybe I can make it…" She realized she was going to have to change into normal clothes, instead of her brown-leather catsuit… who knows what Jane would think of her?
Jenny quickly hopped onto her bike and drove back to her apartment. She parked in the basement parking, in her spot as usual, and took the stairs to get to the ground level. From outside, she could see Jane of some of her friends walking up the stairs.
Jenny decided to take a different route. She quietly ran to the fire escape. She jumped as high as she could, reaching for the bottom of the ladder. She couldn't quite reach the bottom rim.
"Ugh…" She took a couple steps back, and then ran, jumped on a fire hydrant, and snatched the rim. She quickly climbed up to the third floor, right into her window. She shared a room with her friend, Summer, who was minding her own business doing her homework, twirling her short, red hair. She was surprised to find Jenny climbing through the window.
"Uh-oh, what happened?" She asked teasingly.
"N-nothing," Jenny replied, trying to catch her breath. She quickly began to unzip her catsuit.
"Looks hot, Jenny," Summer teased again. Jenny ignored the compliment. "So, did you find anything?" She added.
"No," Jenny said. Momo, Jenny's pet monkey, was asleep on her perch. Momo was a cari-blanco, often mistaken as a capuchin. Jenny had found her abandoned and was able to get a permit to keep and take care of her… thanks to her friend Audrey.
"Hey Jenny," Marina, their other roommate peeked in. "There's someone here to see you, I told her I wasn't sure if you were home yet…She said her name is Jane Foster. What do you want me to tell her?" Marina was originally born in Mexico, but her family moved to America when she was in Middle School. English was only her second language, but she spoke pretty well- and she had the cutest Spanish accent ever!
"Tell her I'll be there in a minute…" Jenny replied. After Marina left, Summer set down her book.
"Jane Foster? As in email-friend Jane Foster?" She asked.
"Yes," Jenny said, struggling to get her arm out of the catsuit. "Summer, hurry! Help me! I can't let her know what I've been doing."
Summer quickly helped her remove the catsuit. "You're sweating… Let's drown you in perfume because you stink!"
"Yeah, I noticed!" Jenny snapped. "Give me a script." She continued.
"You were just on a hot date." Summer quickly replied. "With Dean."
"A hot date with Dean…" Jenny repeated, as she sorted through her nice clothes. "I think she'd buy that."
"I know I would," Summer said, winking at Jenny.
"Oh, shut up!" Jenny snapped. "Dean and I don't know each other that long!"
"Okay, just sayin', you two blend well," Summer said, folding up Jenny's catsuit.
Jenny was now wearing a green outfit. Her tank-top was dark-green with a lighter green cardigan. She wore a skirt with mint-green leggings, dark green leg-warmers, and flats. She took off her scarf, folded it nicely, and placed it gently on her pillow.
"How do I look?" Jenny asked.
"Cute," Summer said. "Okay, considering how things are going with Dean, it was a cute date."
"Let's just stick with date." Jenny said, spraying perfume all over herself.
She took a deep breath before walking out into the living room, where Jane and her friends were waiting.
"Jane!" She gasped, running over to give her pen-pal a hug.
"Jenny!" Jane returned the hug. "It's been too long! What have you been up to? You smell amazing!"
"Oh, I was busy tonight, I had a date…" Jenny said.
"No way!" Jane smiled. "That's awesome!"
"Yeah, I had just got home I… I barely had time to change…"
Jane quickly turned to introduce Jenny to Darcey and Ian. Thor circled around Jenny, examining this short mortal.
"Uncle Erik!" Jenny rushed forward to give Erik a hug.
"Uncle?" Darcey asked.
"Oh, my dad was a science enthusiast," Jenny explained once she pulled away from Erik. "I was really little when I first met Uncle Erik, and I was afraid of him. My dad told me to call him 'Uncle', so I wouldn't be."
"You were afraid of Erik?" Jane asked.
"She used to be afraid of a lot of strangers." Erik added. "Looks like the self-defense classes paid off."
"More than you know," Jenny muttered.
"Oh, Jenny," Jane said. "One more person, this-"
"Painter," Thor quietly whispered into Jenny's ear. Jenny wasn't sure what startled her more; his sudden low voice, or the fact that he knew who she was. Jenny gasped and by impulse, turned and whammed her fist into Thor's cheek.
"Ow!" His head turned.
"…is Thor…" Jane hesitatingly finished her introduction.
"Oh!" Jenny gasped again. "I am so, so, sorry! I'm still timid and I don't know my own strength! Sensei Kaizen told me I needed to learn to control it-"
"No," Thor raised a hand apologetically. "The fault is mine. That actually hurt…you've got a good swing."
Now I need to explain Jenny's weapons. Her friend, Audrey made the prototypes, then left behind a video on making others. Jenny crafts her own weapons and gets creative. She can transform a weapon into another type of weapon. For example, if it's a staff, she can make it into a spear by the push of a button, and the blade comes out of the top. She usually uses staffs in combat, but when things get serious, she can transform them into swords. All the gear is stored into what looks like black, metal tubes. She usually carries them on her back.
I hope that makes sense. She has very complicated weapons.
