Open to Wanda.
Jessica sat up on her elbows and felt around for the book still open on her stomach. She'd fallen asleep on the shelf again. Groggy, the Avenger rolled around on her side and tucked her hands and book under her pillow, a long leg dangling off the ledge as she tried to fall back into a nice sleep, because it was too damn early to be doing anything but--what time was it? Her eyes fluttered back open and fixed themselves upon the clock across the room. She zoomed in on the mechanical blue numbers--or, rather, she tried to, but maybe she was just incredibly tired because they were still far away. Jessica tried again. Nothing.
Now that she thought about it, she could barely hear the New York insanity outside, which was more reliable than any alarm clock she’d ever bought.
Huh.
Pushing wild locks of hair from her face, Jessica peeled the blanket off her hip and got on the balls of her feet, yawning; Hands clutching the edge above her, she took a leap up the wall, thinking about coffee and Nick’s safety because she still wasn’t convinced he knew how to ski, but maybe it was her safety she should’ve been worried about. The wall slipped away from her, no wait, she was slipping away from the wall, a loud thunk and groan in sync with one another as her chin hit the shelf, which threw off her ability to land on her feet and not her ass. Jessica had a high tolerance for pain, but what the bloody fuck.
Soothing the pain ringing in her chin and her tailbone, Jessica laid on her back, and for quite some time before she found the strength to stand herself up. She limped to the bathroom and washed away the blood in her mouth. Taking in a deep breath, Jessica stared into her palms. She felt nothing. Not a single surge of bio-electric energy flowed through her veins. And that was weird. “...Right.” With the cluck of her tongue, the powerless woman walked out of her room, caring not that she was in only her underwear and a tanktop, and padded through the penthouse, still staring at her hands even as she stood in front of Wanda’s door.
Someone needed to help her make sense of this.
“Wanda?” She knocked, voice still raspy from sleep and confusion. “Wanda, it’s Jess.”