plotted starter for @timemovesonandon
“So, no word from Jo?” she pushes her hands deep into the front pockets of her jeans as they walk, hikes her shoulders up high like she’s stretching, “Harshly.” It’s a quiet night on her usual beat. Through Hell’s Kitchen, avoiding the living heck out of Jessica Jones if humanly possible. Normal, except for the fact that she’s walking back alleyways in the dead of night with Captain America --- Steve’s a good egg, but he usually knows enough to leave the slaying to the Slayers. She keeps her focus on the scene ahead, on her peripherals --- on anything but Steve, because she can feel the ache in his heart just by reading the pain in his eyes. Quiet when she asks, “You okay?”















