it happens so QUICKLY, she isn’t aware of her actions until she’s standing with her heels defensively dug into the forest terrain, leaves and twigs crunching under her boots. perhaps it was the heat of battle driving her to MOVE, to put herself between the trained soldier slashing at one of their own supporting men, or maybe it was an instinct she hadn’t the time to suppress like so many incidents prior.
the first thing she HEARS is the sound of her gloves powering down, much like the way tony’s blasters charge and emit powerful beams, quieting to a dull hum. then there’s friday’s voice, muted under thick coils of water that was drowning out her ability to think. her reserves, something about her reserves ---
& spencer is twisting around in time for the man she SAVED to bump her shoulder, to jostle her back to reality, but all he succeeds in doing is discombobulating her more until she nearly trips over her own boots and the other man dead at her feet.
dead.
the word is crystal clear among all others, voices mixing over the comms to call out instruction, warning, tactical maneuvers --- and it causes her fingers to tremble, heat pulsing in her palms which had been surging with stolen energy mere moments ago. the enemy on the ground, the soldier motionless at her mercy, was DEAD.
it is all spencer can do, to kneel down and hover her hand over his ashen skin in disbelief, instead of fleeing.
❝ . . . what have i DONE? ❞
@sorscier || STARTER