There were very few things Carol Danvers enjoyed more than a good session of punching things. Bags and other inanimate objects had never been her preferred targets - destroying a punching bag was far too easy with the kind of strength she possessed -, but luckily her career as a superhero meant there were plenty of living and breathing lifeforms she actually had to fight to keep innocent bystanders safe. Admittedly, Carol usually enjoyed it far more than she probably should have, meaning she would often be the first one to seek out the opportunity to get involved in an altercation, no matter how dumb or risky it might have been. She knew her erratic and high-risk behaviour caused her friends endless worry but she had no idea how to stop.
This time Carol’s poor impulse control and the never-ending hunt for an adrenaline rush had led her to Omega Red and his armor, a feature she’d wilfully ignored. That, of course, had been incredibly ill-advised as she was now actually struggling. Given her wide set of superpowers, she rarely found herself in a situation where just one opponent could cause her genuine distress, but she’d now come to realise just how durable the mutant was. Carol was not pleased, her eyes scanning her surroundings for anything she could use as a weapon. Unfortunately none of the items she could realistically go for would actually be of any use, not when her superhuman strength and the energy blasts she fired weren’t doing much. She needed help, actual help from someone with a different set of powers or a tool they could use to deal with the armor. Carol knew that kind of help was not easy to find, not when you were unable to leave a particularly nasty fight.
Of course, the ability to fly and keep herself away from the enemy offered some relief, meaning she didn’t have to test whether her durability could be compromised by the mutant.
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