A Fallen Star [A Marvel Story]

'12' to the streets

Jules pov

He holds me the entire way to his house and never once complains about how much tears and snot I got on his shirt.

We stand outside his house, he grabs both my shoulders and turns me so I'm facing him directly.

I look up at him teary-eyed and finally notice the amount of pain that I can see plastered on his face.

"I'm sorry... that you have to see me like this," I say, looking down embarrassed.

"No, c'mon. Look at me." He grabs my chin softly and tilts my head up. "Falling apart is okay and no matter what happens, I will stand by you. I promise."

I start sobbing even more and he takes me in a tight hug.

"It's okay ma'. You're gonna be okay." He digs his fingers in my hair.

"Let's go inside. I don't think my mom is home."

I nod into his shirt.

He walks me into his house and his room. He shuts the door and sets me down on his bed.

"We don't have to talk. We can just chill. I have a stash and we can watch movies," he suggests. "It's all your choice."

"Let's just chill" I manage to croak out. My voice breaks.

I lay down on his bed and he gets next to me. He leans in closer and I lay my head on his chest. I ignore my shakiness and try to copy his breathing.

"Princess and the frog?" He asks. I look up to see him and find him already staring at me.

"How'd you know?" I ask in astonishment. I had never mentioned my love for that movie.

"I can see the signs," he says simply.

I laugh softly and sniffle.

"Thank you... for being there for me."

"Of course, I'm always here Jules. No matter what happens."

I smile at myself and focus on the movie.

~~~~~~~~Time skip~~~~~~~~~

The movie finishes and I look up to see Nick has fallen asleep. I don't want to be a bitch and wake him up so I sneak out of his house as quietly as I could.

I head to my uncle's house. It's not like I have anywhere else to go. Although, for tonight I just need my suit. I have a feeling I'm going to need it.

I sneak into my room, grab my suit, and go off to the streets. 

There's so much anger in me, that I start to fall apart. Tears well up in my eyes but I force them down. I look around for any sort of crime—anyone to punch. 

I look down and see a man running clutching something in his arms and I look around and look for the victim. I find a woman screaming. 

"He took my purse!" I hear her yell and that's enough for me. 

I run after the man and it's not long until I catch up to him. 

I run up behind him and kick the back of his knees in. He tumbles forward but he's still holding the purse. I grab the purse but he kicks my stomach and I fly back. 

I focus all of my energy inside of me and I lift him off the ground. The purse flies out of his hands and I smash his body against the brick wall behind him. Over and over again. The sound of his ribs cracking is the only noise I can hear.  

He's coughing out blood but I can't stop. I drop him to the floor and he tries to crawl away from me but I don't let him. 

I hover over him and punch. I throw one punch after another. There's a sense of adrenaline running through me that I can't help but keep going. My knuckles burn and bleed but I have so much energy fueling my anger I just can't feel any pain.