This close, Marvel Girl would know something was wrong. The teacher she knew was thirty-something. This girl was little more than fourteen years old. She had the same eyes and hair, but she was a child, and as the electricity dissipated from her first attack, she screamed in terror.
The hulk was powering about, and 'Storm' seemed to be fighting for control of the storm now raging around them. A bitter, chilled wall of sleet and hail was raining around all around, coming in off of the high Atlantic. "Get... me out of here!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, hovering there and billowed by winds as cold as the arctic, the ground that covered the distance between the hulk and those onlookers now running in terror turning into a sheet of ice.