Antonia "Toni" Stark (cyberpunk) wrote in storybrooketown, @ 2015-01-22 13:41:00 |
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How could you be a hero when you didn't have the thing that made you that hero? You tried your best. And her best was all Toni could give to this person in trouble. Where the hell was Stephanie? She was the all-American hero here. The one who was the beacon of hope and all that poetic jazz. Toni was not. She was the genius behind those heroes. Well, some of them. Not all of them. She wanted to be behind all of them, but credit should be given where credit was due. She had thrown together a bag of gauze, towels, rubbing alcohol, and peroxide. She hadn't been to the medical supply store because, well, you can't prepare for this sort of thing when you're not expecting it. Several text messages and voice mails had been sent to Stephanie - "Where the hell are you?" "I need the woman with the stars and stripes!" "Don't make me start singing your theme song." - but she couldn't wait. Not if there was a fatal accident seeking assistance. Clock tower. It wasn't hard to find and neither was the mess. "Now would be a great time for you to get your spangling ass down here, Rogers." That was her last message before Toni set her mind to trying to both help and make sense of what happened. Should she even be here? Should the proper authorities be handling this? Dropping the bag to the ground, Toni knelt down beside Molly. "Yours?" Meaning the blood. The large pool of it along with the splattering and staining on Molly's clothing. "Where are you hurt?" |