Jessica never wanted a piece of other people's problems; Trish was the one who always had her nose into everything which was one of the big reasons Jessica was always having to save her ass. No, Jessica was perfectly fine existing in a oblivious state to what unfolded around her...for the most part anyway. She had not started out this way: an asshole. Once upon a time, Jessica interjected herself into lives, mostly when someone was in trouble like the little girl almost becoming road kill right before her very eyes (the one time she'd believed she could be a hero) or saving Malcolm from some punks on the street-the latter landing her in Killgrave's lap. Once, she had believed there was something good about being able to help others, but not so much anymore. Well, until her mother happened and she wound up finding out she could be more like a hero than she ever believed possible.
Of course her mother was dead now.
All of that mess put Jessica right back to where she'd started...mostly. Some of what her mother had told her, something about doing more than just existing, had drove her to the apartment below hers to have dinner with them. It had been a spur of the moment thing, but she found, later on, that she didn't regret doing it. Obviously, she was shocked to find they still wanted anything to do with her, but somehow they did and it had...gone better than she'd imagined. With Trish out of her life, she found, suddenly, that she didn't always have a preference for being such a loner even if it was her nature given everything she'd experienced. Even now, with Natasha, sharing a drink and now doubt the miserable sentiments to come, Jessica found she didn't hate it and it was because of more than just the two of them being from the same world or whatever.
Not that friendship was probably waiting in the wings, but it was something and that was more than Jessica usually gave out. Giving fucks about about people was in rare form for her. She downed the remainder of her first drink as Natasha continued, telling her that as far as she could tell Rocket was a good guy. Well as least the talking rodent or whatever was playing for there side...maybe. BNU could have messed that up good seeing as Jessica had put the pieces together and honestly, there was no other way he could have gotten out of amber without them. Maybe they hadn't heard jackshit about the technology having gotten around, but it was the only conclusion she'd come to. Not that she'd voiced that to anyone...
The dark haired woman offered a smirk when Natasha held out her glass with a little shake. She popped the top off the whiskey and refilled it generously. Whatever was coming out next, she sensed Natasha was going to need the alcohol to handle it. Hell, Jessica probably would too; she poured herself another glass and waited, perhaps only slightly squirming, but more so on the edge of her seat so to speak.
Thanos got all of those "stones". That was bad. Really bad. Jessica didn't like where this story was going and she could tell it was getting to Natasha by the way she trailed off, running a hand through her short blond hair. Stress. After what she'd witness, Jessica could not blame her for the reaction; she was struggling with how much to tell Jessica because she didn't know how much Jess could handle. Jessica had been through her own trauma, faced off against the Hand, but this was heavier than all of those...even heavier than Killgrave. She swallowed when Natasha said it was too much. "It's bad," she said after a moment. "You guys didn't win this time, did you?" She leveled her gave at the blond, seeming calm, collected even, but on the inside she was a mess. If they lost, what had become of everyone Jess left behind? Even Trish...no, she couldn't think about it. Even if she was at odds right now with her, that didn't mean-no she would never want that. Ever.