Jane wanted answers. So she went to the one man she never wanted to see again.
Vogelbaum.
She found him outside in a wheelchair on his back porch. He was just watching the leaves blow and day go by as thunder rumbled overhead.
"That's new," she commented as she made her way up the back porch, taking note of the loss of use in his legs.
"I thought you would've known," Vogelbaum turned his head to her. "Didn't John tell you?"
"If that's true," she sneered. "Then he gave you what you fucking deserved."
He shook his head in disappointment, "It's not like you to be vindictive, Jane. Don't let him corrupt you."
"Why should I even listen to you? You're a fucking monster," her eyes became teary as her past came back to haunt her. "You forced me to use my powers."
The sound of crackling current rushed through her ears as the memory of electroshock flashed through her mind. How she was tortured into using her powers.
"We only sought to make you angry, Jane. That's when your powers were the strongest," he explained. "But I never liked causing you pain. I'm sorry."
"I don't want your apology," she sniffled as tears fell down her cheeks and she wiped them away. "I came here for you to tell me the truth."
"Ask me anything."
"When I was little, did I ever display powers...with fire?" she asked carefully.
"Let me guess. Red flames and glowing red eyes," Vogelbaum said. "You displayed it once when you were first born; burnt the whole room to a crisp and killed your mother."
"Why...why didn't I know this?" tears fell down from her eyes again from the revelation that she was born a monster.
"Because you never displayed it again," he said. "Even when you were angry, you never wanted to hurt anyone. You were good, Jane. You always have been."
"But the company wanted us to push you. Those powers were special; something it took a lot of time to create. You were the only one that was a success."
"What do you mean?"
"John was strongest we had ever seen. It was what we needed but there was liability with someone that unstoppable," he said. "We created you with Compound V and another unique ingredient. You were his counter. Someone to defeat him if he got too out of control."
"If that were true, why did you put us together? We grew up together," she questioned. "Why would I destroy someone that was there for me?"
"Because even if your abilities failed, Jane, his feelings for you would be his own defeat."
She shook her head and sneered at how twisted it all was. That putting them together was deliberate to only hurt them in the future. But their future plans failed as she promised.
"I'll never hurt him."
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Jane was devastated.
She had killed a person while she was unconscious. There wasn't even a body left. Now with the revelation that she had killed her mother as a baby (even if the woman was just her incubator, paid to carry her to term), she really did feel like a monster.
Killer. Murderer.
All things she was supposed to stop but all things that described her now. She had become one of the criminals she locked away.
It was all because of these uncontrollable powers and they were still very out of control. Things just burned suddenly and turned to ash without even being angry or emotional; it just happened.
She mostly stayed outdoors so she couldn't hurt anyone and the only place she went to in the tower was her suite with John. But she felt like she didn't deserve a life anymore.
She had killed an innocent person and there were no consequences for her. There was just a debriefing by Ashley to get it under control.
Jane felt like if one life was basically meaningless, why wasn't hers? How could death just be another day for superheroes?
They were supposed to be better and they weren't. She wasn't. She was reduced to a regular person that made mistakes; she was taught that she never could by doctors in a lab that never cared for her. Mistakes are for the weak, Jane.
"Jane," John called as they laid in the clearing in the woods. "Are you even listening?"
He was going on about Stormfront and how the new member was trying to take his place and discredit him. He wasn't going to allow it. She didn't tell him she went to visit Vogelbaum; she didn't want him to know because it didn't matter. She'd never hurt John.
"I'm listening," she sighed half-heartedly.
"We all have collateral damage, Jane," he said quietly as her head rested on his chest.
"I don't," she almost cried when she had to correct herself. "I didn't."
"You're still perfect," John said so confidently.
She leaned her head up to stare down at him as she caressed his cheek and thought about how beautiful his eyes were. She knew he had killed people and he lived with it; if he could, then she could.
"Still?" she smiled slightly.
"Always," he corrected.
She smiled wider before she pressed her lips to his in a short, sweet kiss that had her heart beating insanely fast. For a moment, everything faded around her as she uttered, "I love you."
And as he smiled and repeated those three delicate words back to her so softly (that it had her heart bursting at the seams), it did not matter that there was darkness in her heart because he'd love that, too. And that was enough.
She kissed him again more deeply as they laid on her bed of roses she created. She just didn't know that what she loved could hold the darkest evils. That her bed of roses was also her bed of thorns.
AN: This also takes place in episode four but since Jane is involved, everything with Homie changed and therefore it's basically a skipped episode
Anyways, I picture her eyes to be like Wanda's covering the whole eye but it's more like red flames similar to below
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