Carol Encounter!!! Who: Carol Danvers OT Anyone in NYC When: Evening Janurary 3rd Where: Central Park What: Carol is out and about.
Things were not all together in Carol's head. It was like she knew things but didn't quite know them. She'd thrown Sarena off a building. Then she'd fought with some green haired freak who needed fashion tips. The fight didn't really do much for her, but the throwing Ren off a building, that felt surreal, like she couldn't have possibly actually done that. Then there was that intense hate that she felt for those who had been destroying her relationship with the girl. She was walking through Central Park in her civvies, just walking and trying to make sense of it.
She'd been dead. That green haired trick had said something about a Dr. Essex. When she'd gotten somewhat clear headed, she had looked into that. There wasn't a Dr. Essex listed in New York City, anywhere. So who the hell was this guy and why did he want anything to do with her? What the hell did they want from her that they had brought her back from the grave and then put her right where she could run into her ex-girlfriend, the cold way that they had parted ways, both times still burned. Not surprisingly, she didn't consider her tossing her off a building as something that was them parting ways.
Tucking her hands further in her pockets, she kept walking, letting the frozen breeze tug at her blond hair and turn it into some kind of stiff wave. The New Year had come and gone, she hadn't even celebrated, not in the mood. There was a certain little brown-skinned girl she had kinda hoped to spend the New Year with. Pity she was dead.
"STOP!," the sound of someone screaming reached her ears and before she even registered the sound fully, she was off and running, which almost immediately turned into flying. The disturbance, a female being accosted by a couple of unwashed and scruffy looking men. Undoubtedly, the men were trying to steal something they shouldn't have and weren't going to get, not that night. Not if Ms. Marvel had half a say in the matter. She hit the first one doing the speed of a passing car, 45 miles an hour, and he snapped in two, his back breaking on impact.
Previously, she might have bothered to mitigate her strength, but what was the point now? There was really no need. She could do what she pleased and who was going to say anything at all? No one, that was who.