Who: Sarena Alexander & Carol Danvers Where: A rooftop in Queens When: Night December 15th What: Carol snaps and tosses Sarena off a building.
Sarena Alexander sat on a rooftop in Queens with a cigarette in her mouth and her jacket pulled as close around her as possible. The warmth of the smoke in her lugs was probably the warmest thing about her whole body. A native New Yorker, the fact that it was freezing didn't bother her all that much nor the snow. It was the waiting. The fact that she didn't know whether or not Marvelous was still in this section of the city. Despite the fact that she knew better, Sarena was out looking for Carol Danvers, her rather crazy ex-girlfriend. Or was it present girlfriend, they hadn't really discussed it. Maybe they would. Most likely they wouldn't. It was so much easier not to. Easier just to do what she came out here to do.
"You're gonna catch your death out here," the sound of Marvelous's voice was preceded by the feeling of her getting close.
"That would make two of us," was the first thing that Sarena had to say. After all, that was the last fight that the two of them had. "Marvelous, you okay?"
"You come all the way out here to start that shit again?" It wasn't as if they had much to talk about. The blond was hovering just off the edge of the building, looking at her through that vigilante mask of hers. "Don't start that with me right now, I've got better things to do." With that, she moved to go away. Sarena reached out for her, catching a hold of her sash. "Baby, let go."
"Marvelous, I came all the way out here to let you know that we really are over. I'm not expecting you to come back."
"What?" She could have been knocked over by the disbelief in Carol's feelings. In truth, that was why she let go. Of course, it didn't matter as Carol reached out and snatched her off her feet by the collar of her jacket. "You what?"
"Carol," the disbelief was being followed by anger, lots of it. "Let me go," it came out snarled.
"You are not going to walk out on me again." Sarena was held so close to Carol's face that she could see her eyes through the spaces in the mask, see them clearly and know that hatred was becoming the ruling emotion. "It's always about you. Never about anybody else. You don't get to fucking walk away from me again, not after all of this. Not after I came back from the grave for you."
The two of them weren't over the edge of the building anymore, but now hanging in midair. Five stories off the ground, Ren didn't notice until her cigarette fell from her mouth and she looked down to see where it landed.
"Carol, you bitch, I can't fly."
"No, you can't," that was the last thing she remembered hearing before the wind went whistling past Sarena's head. "If I can't have you, then no one will." Carol only stayed long enough to see her hit the ground before heading off again. As she had said earlier, she had better things to do.