character: Elizabeth Carson aka Jessica Drew setting: New York City content: Terrorism. Death of innocent people...and maybe sacrifical Hydra agents, idk. summary: evil!Jess causes trouble.
She hadn't even been there a full week and her “boss” was already predicting her future as a CEO. Not bad for a “senior vice president” who got by mostly with her corporate dialect--who knew Business for Dummies was actually effective? No, Drew deserved a lot more credit than that. It took a hell of a lot more than business jargon to infiltrate this place, to know the people, and defend outstanding propositions to a bunch of flippant middle-aged pricks who were probably more interested in what she was hiding under her top anyway. Her breasts weren’t as intimidating as her stunning resume, apparently.
Drew wasn’t here to be ogled at. She was here to be Elizabeth Carson, new senior vice president from a high-profiled company in Washington, competent and fiercely determined to make a difference, blahfuckingblah and make sure that the place was burned to the ground. And now that she’d gotten everything Hydra needed, including valuable knowledge that her mistress would surely appreciate, this place didn’t hold much worth to her anymore and was only good for being burned to the ground in the most literal way possible. There might not have been much reason for that beyond Hydra's goal to ruffle the Avengers' (and SHIELD's) feathers a bit; after all, the outcome would be beyond their control...not that the people cared about that. They just needed someone to blame.
“Oomph!” A blonde woman in a chocolate pencil skirt and cream-colored button down blouse staggered back, clutching the binder of paperwork she’d managed to save from the collision close to her chest. She pushed her red eyeglasses up the bridge of her nose and blurted, “Pardon me! That was entirely my fault. Are you okay?” Brown eyes warm with concerned, she smiled apologetically and helped the employee pick up the things that had fallen on the ground. “I’m not usually so clumsy. First week jitters, I guess!” She slipped one of his files into her binder and stood back up. On the way, she exchanged a surreptitious glance with the "secretary" passing by. The employee asked for her name.
“Elizabeth Carson,” as they shook hands, Drew couldn’t help but smirk at her colleague’s sudden stiffness of the gesture. “The pleasure is all mine! I’m sure we’ll run into each other again soon.” Right. Taking her leave, she sauntered down the corner and stepped into the nearest elevator. “Agents, confirm your position,” she instructed through her ear piece, staring blankly into her distorted reflection. “Get the bombs ready.” When the elevator doors opened, Drew smiled at the group who had been waiting there with their pressed suits and ties and sharp pencil skirts. “Have a nice day,” she said on her way out. Leaving the building, Drew walked down the street a ways until reaching the corner where she passed the things she had off to the agent waiting for her.
About three minutes later, the explosion rumbled beneath New York City’s feet and Jessica--she’d disposed of the Elizabeth Carson persona--watched the insanity from her post in a secluded rooftop as the building exploded from the inside. People surrounding it broke out into screams, a devastating wave of hysteria growing while the place began to crumble and be engulfed by flames. There was no saving the people that were in there and if the people on the outside couldn't get away fast enough...well, there was no saving them either. Jessica shook her head and shot up into the air as Spider-Woman, her voice alert when she yelled from her communication piece, “Avengers Assemble! There’s been a bombing!”