( @wintcrsworn | HELLCAT VS THE WINTER SOLDIER )
“ you know -- ” her laugh is garbled, cut off shortly by a wince as she rattles out a deep breath. patsy’s pretty sure one of her ribs is broken. damn, it sure as hell would have been nice if her magically appearing suit could have been made of like -- iron or something. bet there’s no IRONCAT running around yet. wait, no -- not the time nor the place. she narrows her eyes behind her mask, ignoring the pain in her side as she stands and sharpens her claws, “ i bet ya would have made a decent defender at some point. we’re all a little morally grey at times too, you know?? real underdogs and all. ”
despite her supposed nonchalance, there’s a fire raging in patsy that she hasn’t felt for a very long time. she doesn’t want to kill anyone, normally, but there’s something about this arena, something about this world -- it’s dug it’s own claws into her and she sees nothing but red now. the winter soldier is no ally of hers when it’s kill or be killed. patsy has felt death, breathed in the depths of hell and worn it’s demons like a second skin; she doesn’t want to die again, she can’t.
“ sorry, bud. i’m not much into giving up. ”












