friday 13th may 2016

"Did you see what the Daily Bugle posted online last night?" Mason stopped J.D when she left her room for the morning.

She rose an eyebrow. "No, what was it?"

Mason shoved his phone in her face, the famous photo of the Bladerunner with the title she had written last night. "She's got a name. Bladerunner."

"Why Bladerunner?" J.D queried, keeping the act up. Handing her his phone with the article open, Mason shrugged and jogged over to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and pulling out an apple juice. "Does she have a knife or something?"

"Maybe." Mason called over his shoulder. "Pete's coming over in a few, keep me company while you're suspended. You know, in some ways you're lucky. There's a basketball game tonight and you have an excuse not to go."

The front door of the apartment opened, and Peter's slightly red face was revealed. "Hey, t-the door was unlocked so I, um, just thought it would be cool to let m-myself in."

J.D chuckled and offered the boy a smile. "How long have you known us, Pete?"

Peter didn't reply, he only smiled bashfully and scratched behind his head.

J.D walked around Mason and reached into the cabinet for a mug. "You guys better head off soon, the train's gonna leave in ten minutes."

Mason spluttered, his apple juice flying everywhere. "Shit!"

He quickly wiped his mouth and grabbed his bag from the kitchen counter. J.D grabbed his uneaten Eggo from next to the toaster and tossed it at him. She leaned against the side of the bench and waved at them. "Have a good day at school, love you boys!" 

Peter snorted as Mason shoved him out the door, waving back. "Thanks Mom! Love you too!"

J.D smiled and shook her head, holding her mug in her hands. "Kids."

+++

The funny part about J.D's suspension was that she somewhat enjoyed being away from school. Though it was only the first day, she managed to clean the entire apartment, take a bath and start dinner so Herb wouldn't have to.

She was in the kitchen baking cookies with an old grey apron on when Peter and Mason returned, singing along to the song on the radio.

"Give us a kiss and maybe we can go out, it's hard to miss you when you follow us about, buy us some shoes and maybe take us for cola-" She sang softly, nodding her head to the beat as she rolled the gingerbread out. She was so immersed in her baking she didn't notice the boys come in. The teenage boys shared a smile at her behaviour, before Mason nudged Peter, nodding at her. Peter sent him a glare and Mason grinned, sending him a wink.

Peter walked up to the kitchen island and pulled up a chair, watching J.D carefully.

The sound of the refrigerator opening alerted J.D, and she turned around with her rolling pin raised in the air. Her wide eyes narrowed into a glare. "Ah you're back."

"Smells good, sis." Mason complimented, wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pressing an annoyingly sloppy kiss to her cheek. "What's cooking?"

"I went to the supermarket today and got some beef, and then I made Yorkshire puddings and I've been cutting up vegetables." She said proudly, a beam on her face. Peter couldn't help but grin from where he was sitting, watching her in admiration. No matter how hard he tried, the feelings he was trying to get rid of were still there.

"Are you going to the game tonight?" Mason queried, picking up a cookie cutter and pressing it into the dough.

"I wasn't planning to, why?" She asked, focused on shaping the dough that her brother hadn't claimed.

"Go ahead, Pete." Mason muttered, and J.D looked up in surprise to see Peter turn a deep shade of red.

"Um, w-well," Peter's lip fell between his teeth and he clasped his hands together nervously. "I-I was wondering if you wanted to go with me? I-I mean Harry's gonna be there too, and Michelle and Gwen and Mason! You don't have to come if you don't want to, I just thought it would be a good idea because the nachos they sell there are really good and you said that you liked them last time so I thought I could buy some for you and--"

J.D thought it was absolutely adorable how Peter's entire face was a burning scarlet. She watched him with a smile gracing her lips. "Don't be embarrassed, Pete. I'd love to go with you."

Peter tried to hide the grin on his face but it was too wide to conceal. His cheeks hurt and his hands were shaking with excitement. "Really?"

"Of course." J.D responded and he glanced over at Mason, who sent him a thumbs up.

Things were finally going his way.

+++

J.D pulled her sweater over her hands as she sat between Peter and Harry on the stands. Harry was muttering under his breath, his voice growing louder with his growing frustration. He was the only one who was really into basketball, and J.D knew that he wanted nothing more than to stop the game and yell at all the players to get their act together.

"He was travelling!" The blond boy exclaimed, and J.D patted his arm assuringly.

"It's just a game, Osborn." She said and Harry scoffed, throwing his hands in the air.

"That Midtown have to win to get into the finals!" He retorted. "I may not go to your school yet, but I'm rooting for you guys to win."

"What a good samaritan."  She muttered and Harry chuckled, his eyes flickering to her for a second. "I'm just here for the nachos."

"D-Do you want some?" Peter asked from her side. "I can get some at full time, one of the teachers brought a slushy machine if you wanted one."

"No thanks on the slushy, one of the students probably hijacked it and spiked it." J.D commented, and Peter smiled. "But I'm down for the food."

"Cool." Peter replied, and J.D watched him carefully, before turning back to the game. "I wonder if we're gonna win, I mean, Flash isn't playing."

"Flash is an asshole, he doesn't deserve to be playing." J.D crossed her arms. "He's suspended till the last week of school because of the drug test."

"Drug test?" Peter's eyebrows raised and J.D shut her mouth quickly. The dark haired boy leaned in. "What?!"

"Forget I said anything." She muttered. "When does this finish?"

"Five minutes." Harry replied over his shoulder, as his back was hunched slightly to watch the game closely.

The five minutes passed slowly, and J.D was trying to watch the game, but she kept getting distracted. She noticed the shadows of teenagers underneath the bleachers, which made her roll her eyes, and as her eyes scanned the crowd, she felt her body tense up when she saw a familiar face. Was that....no. It couldn't be.

She rubbed her eyes and opened them again, seeing that the face had gone. She bit the inside of her cheek nervously, her palms becoming sweaty. Peter noticed her discomfort and looked over, concern etched upon his face. "You okay?"

"Trail number thirtry-one for healing serum." Dr. Krüger announced, a knife and taser in his hand. J.D trembled as he inched towards her, a sick grin on his face. She struggled in her bonds, trying to keep the frightened tears from spilling.

Pietro and Wanda were finally in one cell, a spare that had been built for another volunteer who didn't make it far in the experiments. Wanda's head was buried in her brother's chest, tears dropping on his shirt as they watched J.D not twenty feet away from them.

Krüger spun the knife in his hands and inched closer, and J.D gasped out. There was no use in protesting, he would just hurt her more.

Her breathing became heavy and she let out a yelp when the point pressed into her side, drawing some blood. She barely felt it at first, only a cold prick, before it fully plunged into her, setting her body on fire. She felt the stickiness of blood on her skin and the abnormal feeling of a blade in her scorching right side. Her cries were muffled when a piece of fabric was shoved into her mouth, and she couldn't help the tears that escaped. She was in so much agony, and wanted the searing pain to stop.

Krüger had insisted it was only for experiments, but the sadistic look on his face said otherwise. He thrived in other people's agony, and would never stop until he was satisfied.

J.D couldn't hear the cries of the Maximoffs, now that they were seeing what was happening to their sister instead of hearing it.

She closed her eyes and her body felt numb. Her sight failed her and suddenly all she could see was black.

"Fine." She whispered, and was thankful for the buzzer ringing. The sound of the whistle echoed around the gymnasium, and everyone around J.D stood up in their seats, cheering. J.D stayed put, her head in her hands and the sudden feeling of dread overcoming her.

The sounds of the happy yells from her schoolmates was white noise in her ears. She quickly stood up and pushed her way past Peter and the others, reaching the end of the row and running out.

Her sneakers squeaked against the linoleum, igniting sounds in the silent hallway. She ran past the lockers, her vision becoming blurry. Her shoulder hit the girl's bathroom door and she threw herself into a stall, shutting the door and sliding down against it. Her breathing was quick and heavy, and she could feel her body shaking.

She barely heard the arguing going on outside the restroom, her head was thumping and her heart was beating a thousand miles an hour.

"J.D?" She heard Michelle's voice, followed by footsteps. J.D tried to muffle her raspy breaths. "J.D, where are you?"

J.D's stifled cry was enough for Michelle to dig her nail into the lock and twist it, forcing the door open. The darker haired girl's eyes widened when she saw a broken mess on the floor.

"Oh my god." Michelle muttered, her knees buckling so she was at eye level. She slowly reached forward and pulled one hand from J.D's mouth, clasping it in her own. "What's happened?"

J.D shook her head violently, shaking as she soundlessly sobbed, tears streaking down her face. She didn't trust her voice at that moment, all she wanted was...actually, she didn't know what she wanted.

She could remember waking up two days after the thirty-first test. Her body was covered in bandages and she couldn't move her lower half for another week. It was the most ruthless Krüger had ever been. White and flesh pink lines still covered her body;  though her cuts healed, the scars never left her body nor memory.

Gwen appeared behind Michelle and gasped, her hands raising to cover her mouth. Neither of them had seen J.D so damaged. They, like many others saw her as tough, impenetrable. She was a roaring fire that couldn't be tamed, not a shattered piece of porcelain someone had left outside to crumble. The teenager ran back out again to explain the situation, and J.D curled away in fear of being seen.

Michelle sat by her side and pulled J.D's into her side, holding her hand and playing with her hair. "You don't have to say anything, it's okay."

J.D tried to contain her tears, but they wouldn't stop.

How did he find her?

Her body tensed up when she realised.

The pictures.

It was the pictures of her, the countless articles that would have reached people on an international scale.

She had exposed herself, and now she was paying the price.

+++

J.D wanted to go home, but would lie and say that she was fine just so her friends could enjoy themselves. She wandered behind the group most of the time as they walked down the street towards Peter's apartment building, looking over her shoulder every few seconds.

An arm around her shoulder almost made her leap out of her skin in fright. She looked up with panicked eyes to see Peter staring down at her in concern. "What's wrong?"

J.D shook her head in response, knowing that her voice would still be hoarse. Also, she wasn't in the mood to speak her feelings; then again, when was she?

Peter sighed, his eyes still trained on her. He noticed how she clung to her sweater, and how her hair hung in her face. He noticed the slight tremble of her body, and he wanted to lift her spirits even the slightest. He took his arm off her and shrugged his jacket off, before drooping it over her shoulders. J.D glanced up at him through her wet eyelashes, and he smiled softly at her.

J.D attempted to return it, but it was pained and seemed forced. To make it up she reached down and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together.

Peter blushed slightly but the darkness managed to hide it, and he couldn't stop the grin forming on his face. His eyes flickered from their hands to J.D, then to their friends walking ahead of them.

Her hands were cold as ice, and his were hot as summer, and when they were together it was like ice cream on a hot day, a perfect match.

The pair walked in silence, and it wasn't until they reached the traffic lights outside Peter's home did J.D lean into his side, feeling drowsy and done for the day.

She'd had enough.

MY POOR CHILD

i saw maisie on the back of a calendar today and i was like yooOOOooOOoooOOooOOO

(also jenna coleman was there and i was like hey juno wassup (read jester if you dk))

ANYWAY BYEEE THIS IS UNEDITED SO SOZ IF IT'S SHIT