She had to admit, the Contessa was a lot of things, but weak-willed wasn't one of them. If not for the utter hatred Jessica harbored inside for the woman, she might have found it admirable; instead, she caught Madame Hydra roughly by the neck and glared at her with disgust.
Jessica could've killed her right then. She could've snapped her neck without a second thought. Jessica could use one less problem in her life, couldn't she? And the world. She'd be doing everyone a favor.
When it looked like Jessica might just do it, the temptation welling in her fingertips, she reached a certain realization and loosened her predatory grip some. "I'm not like you," she murmured before knocking HYDRA's leader out with a bio-electric blow into her chest. [] took the Contessa's limp body into her arms and carried her out solemnly.