Who: Carol Danvers and Oliver Queen NPCs: -- Where: When: September 9, 2012 What: Brooklyn, Ollie Queen's Brownstone Ratings: Ish, swearing.
There was a lot that could be said about Carol Danvers, being a coward was not one of them. Neither was be prepared. She smirked as she opened her foot locker and peered into the verifiable arsenal she was storing in her apartment. Granted some of the BDUs were now ill-fiting, but she could adjust the bullet proof vest if need be. And guns--they never went out of style.
Carol had been a very military-minded individual from a young age and was thankful for it. And though she no longer her had the power of flight or her photo blasts, she had always been tall and strong even as a teenager her.
Loading her gear into a duffel bag and strapping her side arm to her belt, Carol tossed on a jean jacket although it was slightly too large. She rolled the sleeves to compensate. She slipped on her mirrored aviators and headed out towards the garage where she last parked her jeep. She had several Avengers and members of SHIELD she needed to round up and take to the hellicarrier.
She grumbled as she tossed her stuff into the back and jumped into the driver seat, headed towards Brooklyn, Oliver Queen's residence. If he didn't stop running his mouth, Carol was going to deck him one. But she reminded herself she needed to keep her cool and get the job done.