Sif (awomanofwar) wrote in ageofmarvels, @ 2016-02-22 23:09:00 |
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For a long legged blonde with an Amazon build, Carol was pretty good at hiding in plain sight. It was just a matter of slouching shoulders, wearing average clothing, and keeping out of people's way. Luckily New York was an easy place to get lost in, where people knew better than to glance twice at whoever was next to them. She might get an extra look or two considering she was an attractive young woman, but generally she could move around without trouble. Currently her blonde hair was pulled up into a severe pony tail, and she was dressed down in jeans and a comfortable sweater. The chill outside really didn't bother her much, considering the energy powering through her body, but she knew walking around in a tank would get more attention. She was settled in a corner booth waiting for her former mentor to come along, not needing to look at the menu. She'd been there plenty of times. The waitress filled up her coffee, but she hadn't touched it yet since she was waiting on him. The city was a little tense, and for good reason. A very popular and well known man was shot to death in front of everyone. All sorts of anger, grief, and self-righteousness was being thrown around. Carol knew she had personal reasons for wanting the matter to be resolved. It would never bring Charles back, nothing could, but knowing his killer was behind bars or stopped would have to be enough. The question was how. All the spy organizations were looking. The Avengers were going to be looking. She worried about the trail going cold, but the trail already seemed to be cold. It was frustrating. Besides, that was beyond the fact that she held this deep and overwhelming sense of guilt and responsibility. She could have been there. She should have been. She came too late. Cap always had a way of making things clearer. Or at least trying to. And he was good at finding a focus and going for it. Carol was ready to take a lead, any lead. |