Bored She hulk

Mahmoud Schahed/Dial

May 20, 2014- Avengers Tower, New York City, New York

When Jen and I had finally finished, it was around six hours later. Er… keep in mind, it wasn't because we were having sex the whole time. We took some moments to relax and talk. Just to hang out. But when we weren't… Damn. Just damn.

After that, we both just lay down in bed, Jen lying against my chest as we stared up at the ceiling, our blankets tossed on the floor and the sun shining on our nude bodies.

"..." I just stared at the ceiling, stunned.

"That good, huh?" Jen teased, dragging me from my thoughts. She turned her head against me, her hair tickling my chest, to give me a wide grin.

"Pretty much anything I say-" I tried to think of something to tack on, only to literally be at a loss for words. She laughed, which had an oddly calming effect on me.

I grinned back at her. "So… how was your mission?"

She rolled her eyes. "Ok, really? You wanna talk about that now?"

"I wanna talk about a lot," I admitted. "But you looked… well, satisfied," she gave me a saucy look. "I mean, like you'd had a good time on your mission. Or at least, felt good about it."

"I did," she said thoughtfully. "Went through a lot of stuff I didn't expect."

"You wanna talk about it?"

She gave me a sultry smile and grabbed me in a sensitive zone. "Yeah. I'm guessing you need the rest."

I chuckled, not feeling hurt by the fact she was way more energetic than I was right now. Honestly, considering the difference in our power, the fact I was still awake was a testament to how my recent training regimen had done.

Jen got up from the bed, the blanket falling down as she did. Uncaring of her nudeness, she began to walk out, long black hair swaying with each step, green skin glistening. Damn. All eight-feet of her was enough to make a man go wild. A part of my body tried to show his appreciation, but he'd need a moment.

"Come on. Make me breakfast and I'll tell you about it."

"Fair deal," I got up and followed her.

In the kitchen, Jen sat down at the island counter while I went to the fridge and pulled out some eggs. As I prepared the rest of the ingredients, she began her story.

Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk

May 18, 2014

My name's Jennifer Walters. And I'm the Sensational She-Hulk.

That's what the newspapers have been calling me at least. Foggy makes fun of me for it, and I gotta agree, it's a pretty ridiculous name. I kinda love it though.

It's like the rest of the world understands what I understand. Mousy little Jen is gone. Now I'm lean, mean, and evergreen.

Being hulked out has been a blast the last few months! I can leap to the height of a skyscraper, lift cars, and even reach the top of the refrigerator!

Plus, I'm pretty damn gorgeous. But you don't need me to tell you that!

But my body wasn't the only thing that changed since that asshole Sterns had kidnapped me. I'd moved to New York City, joined the Avengers, and ended up working for a different law firm. I've helped with rescue efforts in Rio, fought demons, dinosaurs, and other freaky things. My boyfriend can turn into over a dozen weird as hell aliens, but still blushes like an adorable kid everytime I flirt with him. ("See, there you go, blushing!" "Do you want these eggs or not?")

My life has become a whole lot better. More interesting for one.

That said, I still had boring things to do. I love being a lawyer, love putting together for a case and pushing myself to the edge as another lawyer tries to shatter apart my defense. There's a thrill to fighting with someone that way, testing your will.

But the cases I had nowadays were slightly less exciting than I wanted.

"Okay, so, the VA is going to keep claiming that his injuries weren't sustained in battle, obviously," Foggy said as he worked through the pile of files on his desk. "We've got some time before the medical report comes in, but the doctors say that he likely got them during the war."

Matt was running his hands along a piece of paper as he spoke. "They probably didn't reveal themselves until now. Happens, sometimes. Soldier gets wounded in battle, doesn't feel the damage until years later. Twenty years, in this case. We should be able to help him though"

"So it's a slam dunk," I said. I wasn't entirely focused, mostly staring out of the window.

Foggy looked at Matt. The trio was sitting in their office, within the room they'd designated the main meeting room, putting together a case for the Department of Veteran Affairs to reimburse a Veteran for his upcoming operation. Murdock adjusted his glasses.

"Well, it might be a bit more complicated than that, but essentially, yes," Matt wasn't quite looking at me, but I was used to it. While Matt and Dial had long divulged the secrets of Matt's superhuman senses, Foggy was still in the dark, so Matt had appearances to keep up. I got it, it was just kinda weird to talk to someone who never reallylookedat you. "Jen, are you okay? You seem… Well, I don't know, you sound-"

"Bored," Foggy finished, giving me a grin. "Come on, Jen. Tell us your wows."

"It's pronounced 'woes'," I replied, grinning back at the cheery lawyer.

"Eh, potato, tomato," Foggy smirked, then leaned back in his chair. "Seriously, you okay?"

"Yeah," I shrugged. "I don't know, I guess I just feel like I've been in a rut lately. It's been awhile since I've had some excitement. I mean, it's nice that we'll be able to help Pope," I gestured to the case in front of us. "But we all knew that the only reason he was having trouble was that he couldn't afford a lawyer that would want to help him. This whole thing is easy."

"Hey, that's what I wanted out of this job!" Foggy said. "Living on easy street, making the big bucks, taking it to the man!"

"And helping people," Matt chided gently.

"I mean, sure, that's important, but come on! Money!" Foggy joked.

I laughed, running green fingers through my hair. "Yeah, it's great. I just really want to punch people now, ya know? Sparring with the Avengers is fun, but it's been a while since I've been on actual mission."

Foggy blinked and shrugged. "Well uh, not sure I can help you. I mean, I could volunteer as a punching bag, but have you seen this face?" he pointed at himself helpfully. "This is the moneymaker. I can't sacrifice this face, Jen. Not even to help my friend with her weird sadist dreams."

"Hahahaha!" he surprised me so much that I couldn't help the laugh. "I'm not a sadist, you goof! I'm just…"

"Bored," Matt said. "I get it. Hey, who knows? Maybe you'll get your wish soon."

I nodded, but kept my thoughts to myself.

Ever since Rio, things had been quiet for me. I had some smaller missions, some sparring. But life had quickly gotten very routine. Hell, I never really got a chance to test things out!

I could bench press trucks damn it! I was getting trained by Captain Freaking America! I just wanted to see what I could really do.

But it was like life wasn't giving me a chance.

Yeah, I know, I'm whining. Woe is me, I have a sweet job and superpowers, why should I complain? But I was bored.

An hour or so later though, I got a call. Straight from BRIDGE. I answered my phone and it went to video call. It was some skinny young black woman in a suit with long hair, looking a little nervous. She was so cute!

"Hello, Mrs. Walters," the young woman said very politely. "I'm Agent Tolliver?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?"

"...W-Well," she said, brushing her hair back. "I-"

"I'm kidding. What's up?"

She took a deep breath and seemed to relax a bit. "Well, we have a mission that might need Avengers assistance. It was flagged for superhuman strength and I was told to ask you for help. Are you busy?"

"Not even a little bit," I got up immediately and ran for the door, yelling back. "Foggy, Matt, I've got an Avengers mission! Send me a text if anything changes."

"Wait, seriously?" Foggy came out of his office and gave me a weird look. "You wanted a mission and got one the same day?"

"What can I say?" I gave him a grin before I headed out of the door. "Life loves me."

May 20, 2014

"So I'm guessing you paid for tempting fate like that, huh?" Mahmoud looked up at me from where he was cooking eggs. He made quite the picture. He'd let his long hair out of it's ponytail, which gave him a whole 'barbarian' vibe I was really digging, especially with the scars.

My boyfriend had sadly put on a pair of sweatpants, but he hadn't put on a shirt yet. It let me get a good look at his chest flexing as he moved around, and his arms bulging just a bit as he moved. Then he turned to get something out of the refrigerator, bending at the waist. Nice.

Down girl.

I looked at him for a long moment, pushing down my instincts. Instead, I reallylookedat him.

I liked Mahmoud. He was funny, smart, and brave. He told me all the time that he used to be lazy and unmotivated. You wouldn't think it. He worked out all the time, trained with Black Widow, and learned as much as he could about everything. I admire that about him.

But he was keeping something from me. I could tell. He knew everything about me, about Bruce, my dad, about my career as a lawyer, my powers. But whenever we talked about his past, there were times he would just… clam up. He would talk about family, sure. I knew about his four brothers and one sister (poor girl). But then he would mention something random, only to stop and change the subject.

In lawyer talk, we call that evasiveness.

I wanted to trust him. But how can I, when I always know he's holding back?

"Jen?" Mahmoud said. I blinked, looking up at him. "You okay? You stopped talking."

"Yeah… yeah, I'm good," I lied. "Anyways, where was I?"

"You were about to get your mission," he grinned at me, the dimple just to the left side of his lip deepening. I smiled back.

"Yeah. Well, I guess I should have been careful about what I wished for. Good news though. Finally have a nemesis."