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When the Accords were first released for public consumption, Sue had been reluctant to sign onto the list. All her life, she had been using invisibility as a shield, though she knew that safety bubble quite literally popped the second she returned from that space mission and began fighting aliens on a regular basis. Since then, she had grown. She had realised that transparency was an important thing to ensure, so long as the person gave up their identity and secrets willingly understanding any potential consequences, and so she had no issue with Doom wishing to gain a list of individuals’ abilities.
Martial law, however, was another matter entirely. That was stifling free will, something that people relied on more than ever in times of crisis. “This is ridiculous,” Sue commented to the woman standing beside her as she looked out over the swelling crowd. Doom was getting one hell of an audience surrounding the Empire State, that was for damn sure. “I suppose there are only so many things a president can do in times like this that won’t piss people off, but martial law is a no-brainer when it comes to irritating … well, everyone.” It was at that point that Sue sighed and turned to the woman, abruptly realising that she was dressed quite differently than herself, and that there was a sword sheathed by her side.
What was Sue’s life? Was it too much to ask for one normal day? “I’m guessing you aren’t particularly optimistic about the power of speech and thought today, huh?” Sue asked. “I have to say, I’m inclined to agree with you on that point.” There came a point where enough was enough, after all. “There’s always been something fishy about Doom anyway,” Sue admitted. “I knew him in college. He wore socks with sandals once, that was the surefire sign.”
