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“That's not legal, you know.”
Jessica looked up from her camera, a small smile was at corners of her mouth hearing his familiar voice. Johnny grinned back at her, He had flown up to where Jessica was sitting.
“Not technically no, promise you wont tell,” she said, looking at him with a smirk. He smiled and ducked down beside her.
Johnny chuckled before kissing her cheek. “I wanted to tell you I got a job,” he told her. She looked at him again. He was wearing new clothes; they didn’t look expensive but they weren’t the torn old things he usually wore.
They shared a comfortable moment of silence as Johnny settled in and Jessica continued to snap pictures of the couple. They had been like this for a few months. He would come find her and spend hours helping her and talking. She had never really let someone in like she did with Johnny. After what Luke had said to her she hadn’t thought she would be able to be with someone. They hadn’t labelled it and they had never said what they wanted out of it.
“You look beautiful, Jess,” Johnny said finally, leaning over her shoulder kissing her neck. Jessica blushed. She pushed him off of her before turning away. Johnny always complemented her.
“You're not so bad yourself, hotshot,” she said, sneaking a glance at him from the corner of her eye. He was staring at her as if she was the only person left in the world.
His grin widened. “Right, do you wanna ditch this shithole and grab some grub?”
“I always want to grab something." Jessica wriggled her eyebrows.
“Maybe later,” Johnny whispered into her ear.
Jessica had been working on her flying. So had Johnny. They both touched down in front of a café. They took a seat out on the front patio.
“So what kind of job is this, are you a superhero?” she said as soon as the waitress was out of earshot. Johnny shrugged, stirring his coffee absently.
“Government, actually,” Johnny replied, looking down at his plate. She stared at him from narrowed eyes. “This big guy from the state department came and found me.”
“Why?” she asked sharply.
Johnny held up his hands. “Look, It’s good money and I’m not some lackey-”
She gave him a narrow-eyed look, a knot settling heavily in her stomach. “How do you know that? How can you know that they don’t want something?!? Fuck Johnny you have to be careful!”
He shrugged. “It's not that kind of job—”
“Are you kidding?” she broke in. “Fuck, you know what these people are capable of right?” She pushed her back and tried to breath. She felt like she was going to catch fire. She didn’t want to imagine Johnny in some government lab.
A warm hand was placed on her cheek, to bring her out of the worst of it. “Jess, breathe it’s alright!” Johnny said sharply.
The harsh tone snapped her out of it, and she stared at him, feeling embarrassed. He softened immediately, grabbing her hands and getting close to her.
“I’m going to be a government agent,” he explained when she had calmed. “After the shit went down with Iron man and Captain America,” he said when she glared at him. “SHIELD and the Avengers,” Johnny said wryly, “They like the Captain and his guys, so Secretary Ross is assembling a group.”
That wasn’t him. “You didn't want this job,” she mumbled, hand returning to his cheek.
He shrugged. “Yeah, but... they threatened me. Said they’d try me for treason. They want people that they have something on.” His smile was forced and she could see the pain his eyes.
“Are you really angry with me because I took the job?” Johnny asked eventually.
Yes. No. “Johnny, look I’m sorry,” she said, leaning back in her chair. She got up, ‘Look I have to go, just... be careful.”
“I know that you don’t trust these people. I don’t either.” He glanced at the other side of the road.
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It had been a month since she’d seen Johnny. He had supposedly gone to a training center. She wasn’t sleeping. After a long day of work, she sat in her chair and drank. A knock at her door stirred her from her daze.
“Just a second!” she yelled. She wished she could see who it was but she had to open it.
The door opened to reveal two men. First was Johnny, he was wearing a black turtle neck and dress pants. He had a gun holstered to his side. He gave her a small smile, teeth white and dimples flashing. He looked like a poster boy for the FBI.
Jess had the urge to slap the shit out of him.
The other guy was in a suit, but Jessica thought she had seen him on the TV. The man was older but she could see that he had a powerful build, Jessica had sharp eyes. The man's features were as striking as but his face was more lined. He was military by his stance.
“Ms. Jones?” Army asked, and even his voice hard.
She threw her hair back. “That's me.” She opened the door fully and walked to her desk and sat on it.
“Please, allow me to introduce myself, ma'am,” he said, quickly walking to get the chair. Johnny sunk down in the chair opposite Jess. Johnny could feel her gaze on him. “You can call me Secretary Ross.”
“Jessica Jones. And what the hell are you here for?”
“After Captain America went rogue and took half of the Avengers with him, I knew I couldn’t trust Tony Stark,” Ross said, looking for confirmation from her to continue. Jess nodded.
“The president has asked me to assemble a task force to deal with threats.”
“We're looking for people who aren’t like the Avengers.” Ross shifted forward, gaze hard “I need a woman who can control animals. I need you.”
“What kind of team?”
“Criminals, the worst of the worst.”
Jess lifted an eyebrow. “You'll have to be more specific than that.”
Johnny shifted, eyes cutting to his friend. “They’ll be like us. They have abilities.”
Jess had a very bad feeling about this.
“Sir please she won’t want to do this,” 'Johnny said, voice low and almost a growl.
“Storm don’t speak. Ms. Jones your going to help us or I’ll have charges brought against your friend Ms. Walker.”
“Who the hell do you think you… Wait what? Trish isn’t involved.”
“Miss Jones,” Ross said. “You will take this job and work for us or your friend will go to prison.”
“No.”
“Miss Jones, listen to us.”
“You can get out before I throw you out,” she growled. Ross rolled his eyes.
“Oh Please—”
“Don’t argue. Don’t fight this.”
The Jessica broke off, stared at Ross. Jessica went very, very still.
The familiar feeling of dread settled into her stomach. She realized she had to protect Trish and that meant doing what he said.
“Fine.”