Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: Jubilee, Shogo
Challenge/Prompt: Was written for anythingdrabble 47: Bold but too late
Warning(s): Light Spoilers
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 6 August 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Marvel Comics and Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
Jubilee rummaged through her closet, trying not to think about how much her life had changed. She needed to wash clothes, yet another chore she’d never seen herself willingly doing when she’d been a kid. Heck, even when she’d lived with Angelo in LA, he, the dear that he had been, had washed their clothes more often than she had. But Angie was long since dead along with so many others she had loved and lost. Everett. Her own parents. Wolvy.
Tears welled in red eyes. Shogo gurgled on her hip, upon which her oversized nightgown rode up between his chubby, baby legs. The happy sound he made was the only thing that kept her tears from falling. She shoved them back down for his sake, not hers. He hated to see her upset, and one of the few times he was known to really pitch a fit was when she was crying. He just didn’t understand why his mother felt the need to weep and howl sometimes. Hell, sometimes, she let Jono take him just so she could break down.
But she had classes to teach today and other kids waiting and relying on her too. “When did I become the responsible one?” she grumbled. Shogo gurgled again quite happily, his spirit the complete opposite of his adopted mother’s.
At least she was getting up in the mornings again rather than sleeping all day and staying awake all night, even if she couldn’t have her old favorite of Sugar Bombs. She glanced down at Shogo, thinking of when she’d get to turn him onto the sugar-filled cereal. He was going to love it just as she had. Just as she still would, if she could eat human food instead of blood, blood, and more freaking blood.
Shogo clapped his hands together and reached into her closet. He grabbed a bright, leather cloth. Jubilee, seeing the jacket, quickly shook her head. “Not that one.” She adjusted him, causing him to release the jacket. She used to live in that thing but hadn’t worn any bold colors like its bright, almost neon yellow since losing Wolvy. She reached for another black jumpsuit, but Shogo whined and grabbed her jacket.
This time he tugged on its sleeve, and it began to slip from its hanger. “No,” she told him, but he was ignoring her and pulling with all his little might. He pulled and yanked on her old, trademark jacket no matter how she shifted him or tried to pull him away from the closet. She eyed him thoughtfully. He spat out his pacifier and yanked on the jacket again. This time, it came free of its hanger, and he still didn’t let go of it when the added weight of the jacket almost brought him out of her arms.
“Fine,” Jubilee muttered. “You win.” But she was smiling as she took out both her typical, black jumpsuit and her old leather jacket. Maybe it was about time she was herself again.