Lash out? ( it's almost laughable, how sure he sounds of himself, like his shield and slung punches could disarm her. the cuffs that dangle around her wrist are only steel, as easy as a twig to snap if she felt inclined. a fool's attempt at restraining something they couldn't possibly understand. ) I'm not the one lashing out, Captain.
( she knew why he was there. national city was three thousand miles from the avengers' ivory tower, but he was closer. he was the golden boy, the parallel to that two-dimensional too-good-to-be-true golden girl cat had tried to paint her as on tv. little miss do-good, little miss sunshine, always giving, giving, giving, never getting what she wanted. what she needed. not anymore, though. kara wasn't going to settle for second-best, or for what she was allowed. she was going to take it, by force if necessary, and to hell with anybody else.
she had hoped that her little stunt in the park might have netted her a showdown with kal-el, a real fight, something that would flex her muscles just itching for an opportunity, but they'd sent him instead, a patriotic present served up in a bulletproof van. not that bulletproof meant anything to real power. and now, thanks to his sweet, sweet naivety, they were alone, his only backup held aside by his own bravado. )
I don't want anybody to get hurt, ( she drawls, mockingly sincere; in the moments that follow, there's the quiet echo of metal clinking together behind her back, though her hands stay where he'd placed them for now. ) So why don't you come make me comfortable, boy scout?
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( she knew why he was there. national city was three thousand miles from the avengers' ivory tower, but he was closer. he was the golden boy, the parallel to that two-dimensional too-good-to-be-true golden girl cat had tried to paint her as on tv. little miss do-good, little miss sunshine, always giving, giving, giving, never getting what she wanted. what she needed. not anymore, though. kara wasn't going to settle for second-best, or for what she was allowed. she was going to take it, by force if necessary, and to hell with anybody else.
she had hoped that her little stunt in the park might have netted her a showdown with kal-el, a real fight, something that would flex her muscles just itching for an opportunity, but they'd sent him instead, a patriotic present served up in a bulletproof van. not that bulletproof meant anything to real power. and now, thanks to his sweet, sweet naivety, they were alone, his only backup held aside by his own bravado. )
I don't want anybody to get hurt, ( she drawls, mockingly sincere; in the moments that follow, there's the quiet echo of metal clinking together behind her back, though her hands stay where he'd placed them for now. ) So why don't you come make me comfortable, boy scout?