Red felt something cold stir in her chest. She stopped, for a moment paralyzed by the flood of pain rushing through her body. She clutched her heart, face twisted with confusion and discomfort before she realized what was happening. Wicked had her in some sort of grasp, doing to her what she was doing to the others. A violating feeling. Breathing sharply, Red took a step forward, grappling with her Hulk anger. She reached forward, surreptitiously pulling the sedative from her pocket, lifted the girl by her shirt, and growled.
"Enough." What she would feel next was a small prick in her thigh, and the serum entering her blood stream. The device would be back in Red's pocket before anyone saw.