Imagine Book 2

Two Personas- She-Hulk (She-Hulk: Attorney at Law)

As requested by Dragonsw! Male Y/N.

𝓢𝓶𝓾𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰

The dim light of the living room cast long shadows against the walls of Y/N's apartment. Jennifer Walters, clad in her sleek green pantsuit, sat across from him at the table. Papers were strewn about, detailing the nuances of the case that had consumed both their lives over the past few weeks. Y/N's hands trembled slightly as he gripped a mug of coffee, his eyes ringed with exhaustion.

"You need to rest, Y/N," Jennifer said softly, her voice carrying both professional firmness and genuine care. She leaned forward, her green-tinted gaze locking with his. "Running yourself into the ground isn't going to help anyone... not you, not your mom."

He exhaled deeply, leaning back against the worn chair. "Rest isn't exactly something I can afford right now. My dad is gone, my mom is still fighting for her life, and on top of that, I'm public enemy number one." His voice cracked with suppressed grief. "I killed those men, Jen. And now everyone thinks I'm a monster."

Jennifer's brows furrowed. "You're not a monster." Her tone was resolute. "You acted in self-defence. It's my job to make the court—and the world—see that."

"Is it?" Y/N's voice rose slightly, frustration seeping through. "Because all I've been hearing from the media is how dangerous I am. That I'm some ticking time bomb who shouldn't be walking free because of my oh-so-scary magnetic evil powers. Can't they understand that we were attacked? That I was doing what I could to protect my parents from... ugh!" He pushed his chair back abruptly and began pacing the room. "What if they're right? What if I really am just..." He gestured vaguely, his hands sparking faintly with electromagnetic energy. "Too much?"

Jennifer stood, her imposing She-Hulk frame towering over him, though her expression was nothing but tender. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Stop." Her voice was firm, but her touch was gentle. "You are not too much. You're grieving, you're scared, and you're overwhelmed. But you're not dangerous, Y/N. You're my friend. You're a good person. And I'll be damned if I let anyone paint you as anything else."

The conviction in her voice made Y/N pause. He swallowed hard, blinking back the tears threatening to spill over. "I don't know what I'd do without you," he murmured.

Jennifer smiled softly. "Luckily, you don't have to find out."

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The trial was gruelling. Day after day, Jennifer stood in court, her words measured and precise as she built the case to defend Y/N. The prosecution argued that his powers—his ability to manipulate metal with the same precision and force as a raging storm—made him inherently dangerous. They presented the gruesome aftermath of the home invasion, the broken bodies of the attackers twisted and crushed by flying shards of steel.

But Jennifer countered with the truth.

She painted the picture of a man protecting his home, his family, and himself. She presented evidence of the attackers' criminal records, their weapons, and their clear intent to harm. She brought in character witnesses who attested to Y/N's integrity and kindness. And when Y/N himself took the stand, his raw honesty about his fear and grief moved even the most stoic members of the jury.

The closing arguments were tense, and as the jury deliberated, Y/N sat in the courtroom beside Jennifer, his leg bouncing nervously. She placed a calming hand on his knee, her touch grounding him.

"Whatever happens, we did everything we could," she said.

He nodded, though the anxiety in his eyes remained.

When the jury returned with their verdict, the world seemed to hold its breath. "Not guilty."

The words echoed in Y/N's mind, and for a moment, he couldn't believe them. Jennifer squeezed his arm, a triumphant smile breaking across her face.