It would take a bit for news to get back to her - not terribly long with modern technology - but as America flew she could feel her phone vibrating like crazy in her pocket. What new flying fucking whore of a rats ass was attempting to bug her now? The vibration function was going off way more than would be reasonable for any of her friends to be freaking out.... In theory... Shit. Eyes narrowed as she located, and then flew over to a reasonable landing on the nearest building that wouldn't cause half the fucking media outlets in New York to throw a god damn hissy fit like a bunch of fucking toddlers. Inhaling deeply the tank dug her phone out and seeing who the notice was from - The Avengers - then what it was about, a heavily controlled exhale was given as a sheer look of 'You gotta be fucking kidding me' wrote itself across her face.
How many did this make in the past fucking week?
What the fuck were people doing that breaking the god damn dimensional barriers was getting to be just another god damn Tuesday? Who's head did she need to fucking remove to get the point across that this shit needed to stop happening, NOW.
With a disgruntled frown America typed out a brief text back 'On it.' before pocketing her phone again and heading off to the address given in the notice. Whatever this was, it better fucking involve punching something in the face otherwise this random lunch interupupting side trip was something someone was going to be paying for, for weeks to come.
Thankfully, the location was closer than expected and America quickly was able to let her gaze gloss over the situation that had been laid out before her. Some fucking idiot with swords was standing off against.... Oh for fucks sake. Was this idiot really fucking... Clearly, this guy wasn't from here at all. America would have just landed and started barking threats and commands but then one of the cops fired a shot and the idiot dived out of the way and.... America sighed as she slowed down her flight speed, righted herself so that she could come to careful landing on top of the car - it lowered slightly at her weight being added to the top of it - the guy had dived behind, and crossed her arms loosely. If she was driven by annoyance or a lack of fucks to give about this whole thing, that was yet to be fully debated yet.
"Put that shit away, Bobo." The words were firmly spoken, a harsh edge clear in her tone from where she stood atop the car with eyes narrowed down at the man. America didn't have time for this shit, and was in no mood to be dealing with this fucker any more than she had to, and that read clear as day across her face. Now, if this asshole gave her a reason to punch him halfway across New York, well.... Maybe that would brighten her day just a bit.
"Before I punch your pretty face back to wherever it came from."