Jennifer was starting at a cushy, less stressful, job. Additionally, she was going by her true name again. Well, at least God-given first name. As to her last name, not so much. She had altered her last name to "Sassy". She figured if you're assuming a new identity why not give it some zing.
Jennifer established a new identity and was in hiding because of computer hacking crimes she committed years earlier. Government agents thought they should be looking for a socially isolated individual. They didn't think to question a six-foot, seven-inch, green-skinned attorney.
Agents that might have suspected Jennifer also knew there was no reason to aggravate a person known for flare ups of anger. Indeed, everyone who had ever interacted with her even a little bit knew there were days when she had on "The Jennifer Face". It wasn't an emotionally cold 1,000-yard distant stare. Although hard to define, everyone could see "The Face," even when she wore sunglasses. At those times, no one approached her without an essential reason for doing so. They all stayed the hell out of her way.
On Jennifer's first day in her job as a law professor at the University of Wisconsin Law School, she had to prepare for two classes. Intellectual Property was her morning class, and Criminal Law was her afternoon one. Jennifer was on her way to the students' Memorial Union to get a cup of their much remarked upon coffee when she received an email on her Blackberry from the school's receptionist. The email read: "Professor, a young man who gave his name as 'Quickie' is waiting here. He's like you." That "like you” part in the email message was the receptionist's nice, passive, way of saying that Quickie must have an unusual physical feature, or demonstrated a superhuman feat. This would be similar to Jennifer's amazing height and green skin, plus enhanced strength and invulnerability.
Jennifer had been exposed to radiation from one of two nuclear bombs that went off years earlier in the American Southwest. Perhaps because neutron bombs had been employed, rather than the type of atomic bombs that had been used earlier, no one died within the radius of the explosions. Indeed, some people in the blast radius had ended up gaining various superpowers. Apparently, Quickie must have been exposed to this radiation as well. Jennifer knew she had to turn around and find out what the heck this Quickie fellow wanted. She was going to have to talk to him and lose the spare time she had set aside to more fully prepare for her first class. Furthermore, she was going to have to talk to him without her morning coffee. Involuntarily, before she even laid eyes on Quickie, she was going to arrive sporting the "Jennifer Face".
Author's NotesIn 1989, a comic book series began where a green-skinned heroine "broke down the fourth wall" to address her author. A red costumed mercenary appeared for the first time in 1991.
"You should have-" his voice trailed off as he placed a hand to Thor's armored chest. He continued through labored breaths, "you shoul- you should have gone for the head," Thanos finishes with Thor's hammer pierced into his chest. Despite the pain, the Titan snapped his fingers and immediately the universe bore the effects of the infinity stones. The Titan's idea of mercy was felt even within a small diner in New York City.
Jessica Drew sat eating with her family celebrating her 17th birthday when the young girl ceased to exist in their world with the only remnants of her being there was that of the dust particles that scattered around where she stood. Her family was left to bear the after-effects of Thanos's actions.
With all life now restored 5 years later thanks to the Avengers, Jessica Drew returns to the diner to find the building abandoned and others coming back in a state of confusion similar to herself. She arrives home with the idea of resuming the life she lived prior to "The Blip," but the bite from a radioactive spider has different plans for the young girl. She must now navigate life with her newfound abilities and decide whether to sit and watch as her hometown falls into the hands of a crew of drug dealers, or save the city she loves.