Some Brooklyn block - OT Nick?
Jessica had only just healed completely from her violent altercation with Iron Fist at the gala; it was always the worst after the adrenaline drop, and in that time she realized the burns, bone fractures, and mild concussion. She'd slept it off, her professional opinion being that there was no need to seek medical attention, and anyway, she'd met her people quota for the next fifty years and wasn't feeling all that ambitious, but then she woke up from what had been a dreamless sleep up until that point, when the look on her mother's face as her father killed her flashed before her eyes and the deafening scream of her younger self followed her into consciousness. Jessica packed up her things, put money on the table, and left the motel without explaining the hole in the television.
She'd wandered since early morning, watched the sun rise over the city horizon from atop a Brooklyn skyscraper, and stayed there just long enough to see the wormhole tear through the sky. By the time she reached the ground, city activity had significantly picked up, the streets crowded by all the people evacuating. Jessica evaded this by traveling across building to building, eventually reaching an area that should've been far outside the red zone. If that were the case, then there shouldn't have been a massive beast there, broad with bulky arms and hind legs, several ivory horns jutting out of its face and growing thickly from its forearms. It looked something like an evolved rhinoceros, until it revealed its protrusible jaw full of long sharp teeth and the retractable mouth inside it. It climbed an abandoned truck, crushed it with its weight, and let out a guttural roar.
The people on the street ran frantically to safety. The creature growled again and chased, thrashing its thorny arms and head around to impale anything in its way. Jessica jumped to the next building over for a better vantage point, waiting for the right moment to drop down, several feet in front of it. It weighed more than a few tons, one fist could probably crush her to a pulp and those horns with their dangerous ridges were quite long and numerous. Jessica hit it with a large burst of venom, which stunned it for a moment, then evoked another threatening cry as it charged at her. She caught it by a set of its horns, her strength colliding with the monster's, until it won out and threw her down the street. Okay. Jessica shook it off and stepped out of the dent her body put in the pavement and re-calculated.
A small voice in the back of her mind told her she didn't have to do this. No, of course not. She wasn't a hero, but she was feeling particularly self-deprecating today, and she needed a hobby.