Chapter 141: Private Detective Jessica Jones
Jessica Jones, a private investigator from Hell’s Kitchen, was currently running her "Alias Investigations" out of the living room of her rented apartment—thanks to budget cuts.
Not only was Jessica a detective, but she was also a superpowered individual, known for her extraordinary strength, speed, and stamina. For a while, she had gained a bit of a reputation in the darker corners of New York.
She wasn’t the type to doll herself up—in fact, some might even call her a bit sloppy. Jessica could often be seen wearing a worn black leather jacket, faded tight jeans that looked like they’d been washed a thousand times, and scuffed-up black leather boots covered in makeshift patches. To her, speed and flexibility were far more important than fashion. As she put it, "Feminine clothing just gets in the damn way."
No one in her circle had ever seen her wear a dress, let alone heels.
But despite the rough appearance, her striking features and curvy figure were impossible to ignore. Jessica Jones was the textbook all-American beauty—just one with a serious edge. You’d think she’d have a line of admirers, right?
Wrong.
Jessica had exactly zero suitors, and that was partly due to her ability to casually lift a car over her head. The other part? Her notorious temper. Jessica wasn’t just a firecracker—she was a full-blown stick of dynamite with a short fuse.
After losing track of her latest high-priority target—none other than Erik "Magneto" Lehnsherr, the Brotherhood of Mutants’ enigmatic leader—Jessica found herself unemployed again.
These days, her work mostly consisted of finding runaway pets, taking compromising photos of cheating spouses, and tracking down stolen microwaves.