Who: Kat
Where: Rocket's workshop
When: Sunday morning
What: Prepping for battle
Status: Closed, finished.
"The Weird Raccoon Girl". That was how most kids at school referred to Katarina. Other than her quirkiness and her brilliance with mechanics, she tended to get lost in the shuffle, to be honest.
But right now? For at least today... she wasn't the kid everyone picked on. Today, like she was back home, she was Ballistic. Young Avenger. Weapons expert and inventor extraordinaire. There was a chance that Annihilus and/or some of his soldiers could make it planetside. And the other YA's that were here (Iron Lad, Giant Girl, etc) were all having one of Brandon's typical 'rah-rah' pep talks, preparing for the possibility of battle.
But Kat? Was preparing in her
own way.
"Unconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
with words well adored now they can't be ignored!"With "Tougher Than Leather" by Run DMC playing loudly through Rocket's workshop (he might be off in space right now, but damn if Rocket's influence wasn't showing already), the tiny girl sat on one of the workbenches, clicking some attachments into place on the unfathomably huge rifle she'd been building. Far from looking like a beautiful young girl (as she'd been trying lately), she wore ripped jeans, clunky combat boots, and a leather jacket over a black tee with the Avengers emblem on it. The only makeup she wore was some dark eyeliner, and her hair was slicked back, and spiked a little on top.
She stared at the gigantic rifle with a smirk, knowing what she had to do. She typically tried to be an ordinary kid, even if it meant being picked on. But now? She had reason to fight. She had family. She had friends like Alisha, Enid, Lita, and Eve. She had
Tori. All people she would sooner die than let anything happen to. If these jerks though they'd come down here and mess with HER people? They had another thing coming.
She pressed a button on the top of the rifle, activating the gravity modifier and enabling her to be able to easily wield it. Lifting it, she quickly (and expertly) cocked it, giving a cocky little grin.
"Flarkin' A. Ballistic's back in this bitch."