[ This is, you know, not the first time Jessica's woken up from a coma in the hospital. Surrounded by people she didn't know, concerned for her welfare. Or pretending to be. A lot of people were just pretending, in her view.
It's also not the first time she doesn't know who to call (Luke? Carol Danvers? her fucking mother?), and it's not the first time the hospital doesn't let her call anyone. It takes a while for the whole thing to feel unfamiliar. It's not until she asks for the paperwork and realizes she's in Idaho that she realizes maybe something is really fucked.
A few hours after her release, Jessica can be found stumbling down the sidewalk. She's been walking for what feels like hours in a circle and getting nowhere. Something is really fucked. Maybe she doesn't see where she's going or maybe she's just sorta naturally clumsy, but she trips over a crack in the concrete. ]
[ Almost under her breath, she mutters: ] Truman Show bullshit. [ There's probably a supervillain who does this, she's thinking. Maybe like, Arcade? The Collector? She doesn't know, because who pays attention to the Collector? Then she realizes she might have fallen onto someone. Just a little. ]
Shit, fuck. I'm sorry.
[ She even looks like she means it. Spacey, but sincere. ]
3.
[ A few weeks in Bumfuck, Idaho, has convinced Jessica that maybe this isn't the usual supervillain/SHIELD creepy plot. She hasn't ruled out personal hell dimension, though. Those were a thing, right? Evidence: cigarettes are super cheap here. Like they are trying to tempt her. She hasn't given in yet, though. Evidence 2: this Fourth of July celebration, which is making her really want a cigarette.
When someone offers her a sparkler, what she says is: ]
No thanks. I'm just here to see if anyone burns their dick off.
jessica jones / the marvel universe formerly known as 616
[ This is, you know, not the first time Jessica's woken up from a coma in the hospital. Surrounded by people she didn't know, concerned for her welfare. Or pretending to be. A lot of people were just pretending, in her view.
It's also not the first time she doesn't know who to call (Luke? Carol Danvers? her fucking mother?), and it's not the first time the hospital doesn't let her call anyone. It takes a while for the whole thing to feel unfamiliar. It's not until she asks for the paperwork and realizes she's in Idaho that she realizes maybe something is really fucked.
A few hours after her release, Jessica can be found stumbling down the sidewalk. She's been walking for what feels like hours in a circle and getting nowhere. Something is really fucked. Maybe she doesn't see where she's going or maybe she's just sorta naturally clumsy, but she trips over a crack in the concrete. ]
[ Almost under her breath, she mutters: ] Truman Show bullshit. [ There's probably a supervillain who does this, she's thinking. Maybe like, Arcade? The Collector? She doesn't know, because who pays attention to the Collector? Then she realizes she might have fallen onto someone. Just a little. ]
Shit, fuck. I'm sorry.
[ She even looks like she means it. Spacey, but sincere. ]
3.
[ A few weeks in Bumfuck, Idaho, has convinced Jessica that maybe this isn't the usual supervillain/SHIELD creepy plot. She hasn't ruled out personal hell dimension, though. Those were a thing, right? Evidence: cigarettes are super cheap here. Like they are trying to tempt her. She hasn't given in yet, though. Evidence 2: this Fourth of July celebration, which is making her really want a cigarette.
When someone offers her a sparkler, what she says is: ]
No thanks. I'm just here to see if anyone burns their dick off.