Re: Upper West Side: West 81st.
[The scuffle is audible and Pepper winces as she can hear impact. A couple of the women inside now have the first gun, the lance and Pepper doesn't fumble quite so much with the next lot - the axe swiftly passed on. If it's close enough an axe is needed, it's far too close.
They're not waiting long. Feet and there's more of them, the look as distinctly male as the body is not-human. She wishes she was back at the range, the distinctly unthreatening nature of a piece of paper dangling from a target, but she's not. The gun lifts, she squeezes the trigger on an inhale her yogi would be proud of.
It's loud inside this floating tin-can of a ship, the girls scream, and that's the next one, and the fourteen year old who looked like Selina had become someone she'd pin a poster of to her bedroom wall, she's surprisingly handy with a lance, and Pepper breathes and shoots without looking because that's easier.]