A Fallen Star [A Marvel Story]

'04' lay low

Jules POV

I was definitely not a pancake and I managed to lose Cap after the train had passed entirely. However, I did receive some concerned glances as I walked past the people who had witnessed what happened. 

It was just as I was walking down New York streets that I noticed I was bleeding from a cut on my shoulder. I clutched my shoulder and walked the rest of the way 'home'. 

When I got home my shoulder burned and I didn't have enough strength to climb up the fire escape to sneak into my room so I decided to take the risk and walk in through the front door. My uncle's car wasn't parked by the driveway and I hoped he had gone out to wherever he went and it was just my aunt home. 

I unlocked the door with the key my aunt hid behind a broken plant pot. I opened the door as quietly as I could and I walked in, trying not to get the floors dirty with the fresh blood spilling from my arm. 

I went upstairs, making sure to avoid all the creaky steps. 

"Jules, mija, is that you?" I heard my aunt call out to me from the other end of the hall. She was in her pink robe. 

"Yeah, it's me, Tia," I answered back, I prayed she wouldn't come up to hug me while I had blood dripping down my arm. 

"Are you ok? Where were you?" she questioned. 

"I'm ok, I just needed some fresh air," I lied. She did not need to know how I jumped in front of an active subway and just hoped I survived. 

She began walking toward me. I balked away slowly. 

"Well, goodnight, get some sleep ok? You have school tomorrow and you do not need any more absences." She reached her hands out for a hug but I turned around and locked myself in my room. I felt horrible. I hated hiding things from her. She did everything for me but I knew she could never find out about my secret life. 

I ran straight into the shower and washed off the dried blood that stuck onto my arm in clusters. There was a needle kit in one of the drawers in the bathroom and after I finished cleaning out my wound I grabbed the alcohol I had lying around in case of situations like this. I disinfected the needle and thread and prayed that I didn't mess up. 

I looked up how to sew an open wound shut and I think I followed for at least half the video. 

I stabbed the needle into my skin and began stitching up the open wound. I tied it off when I finished and to be honest, I could've been a doctor. If I wasn't already New York's most famous vigilante. 

I washed my blood-soaked clothes in a tub full of bleach. I let them sit and I went to bed. I didn't get a good night's sleep though, everything just reminded me of the fact that I was now on the Avengers radar and I needed to lay low. 

Chapter 4 is done. Idrk what to put here so yeah if you're still reading this tysm

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