Teleporting directly into her house was a stupid decision, but Julianne Payne was at a point where she could give less of a flying heck about who or what might have felt the Captain’s brief blip of an aura as she powered down immediately inside of her living room.

The night hadn’t gone according to plan, which was frustrating. Very frustrating. She was already behind on her quota for the week and she could have found herself caught up, had the pesky knight not shown his face in the alleyway she’d picked to lurk in.

Ugh.

A soft meow greeted her as sandaled feet made their way from living room to kitchen. She passed by the mewling kitten, whose small paw batted its way out of the small bed beside the bookcase for their owner’s attention. Jules was too focused, however, namely on the painful blow to her arm that she’d received during the altercation.

It hadn’t been a cut so there thankfully wouldn’t be stitches needed but it was irritating all the same.

The shirt she’d been wearing was tugged off, then folded and placed to the side on the kitchen’s island counter. The area he’d punched her in was already forming a bruise, ugly color of purple and yellow that tinged her skin.

a*****e.

It wasn’t as if she’d killed the man. The drunkard hadn’t even known what was going on - it was energy that would have been put to better use, rather than be wasted on a transient searching through garbage or emptying the last of his bottle. Why didn’t these foolish children understand the importance of what she was trying to do? Of what the Negaverse was trying to correct, of the worthlessness it was attempting to purge?

Opening her freezer, blue eyes scanned the contents. She’d done meal prep for the upcoming weeks at work, organized containers labeled with dates and descriptions were lined up on one side. Cookie dough and desserts were set up alongside the disposable Tupperware dishes and there, in the far corner, sat a stack of ice packs that she’d quickly learned she’d need, when fighting a war for the planet Earth.

Grabbing one ice pack, she winced as she applied the frozen gel against her arm. It stung to add pressure but Jules could already see swelling begin and needed to counter it fast. The blood vessels needed constricting, so her comfort was set aside in lieu of what her body actually needed for the next while.

Sighing, she turned around and pressed her back against the side of the counter. A small meow caught her attention as the tiny kitten padded its way towards her, but the nurse simply allowed the feline to rub against her legs, sans-petted, as she exhaled slowly.

She was going to have to figure out another way to collect energy, as her current methods continued to find themselves interrupted by pesky sailor scouts.

Setting aside the ice pack for a moment, she tugged her cell phone out and scrolled through her list of contacts. It didn't take long to reach the D section, her finger hovering for a moment before she punched down on the name DREW and hit the phone icon.

Maybe, for once, he might have a good idea in that crazy brain of his.