@its-princess-freakin-powerful
Carol glanced at her phone, shouldn’t be more than ten minutes until she arrived home. She had to stay behind at the tower a little longer than she liked, researching more about the Accords and related things, feeling like maybe she was missing something, something some people were seeing and she wasn’t. While she was in favor of registration, Carol was always open to new ideas and has learned to always question where she stands---it’s the only way to make sure you catch your mistakes before anyone else does (hopefully).
With a bag of takeout in one hand, Carol kept to walking, not wanting things to get messy in air while she was rushing. Thankfully the place wasn’t too far from Jessica’s apartment so it wouldn’t, shouldn’t take long. Little did she know...
The sound of fighting is something Carol has locked into memory (despite how fickle memory can be) and she shut her eyes at the sound. At this point if it was a vigilante she was willing to overlook it, but as she came close and peeked over the wall to see a little girl (in stature--maybe not in age?) fighting off some larger men, Carol cursed. Couldn’t take the risk that wasn’t a child and last she heard there was no one under 5 feet on any team. She set down the takeout, draping her jacket over it, keeping it away from the fight.
In an instant, her clothing changed to her uniform and she stepped into the alley, hands outstretched, aimed and glowing.
“How about we do it the easy way this time?”