Support is what friends are for || Cassie & Tommy
Being a hero had made Cassie fairly cocky- not that she hadn't been already, but being able to grow twenty stories high had really taken away most of the fear a lot of younger women had felt when walking the darker streets of new york at one in the morning.
Absentmindedly texting on her phone, she almost didn't notice the group of men that had begun trailing her.
"Cassie Lang?" One said, and she turned her head- stopping for a moment.
"Do I know you?" She asks, but the group of men only started laughing.
"I told you it was her!"
"Dads Ant-man, right? Literally the worst Avenger ever?" Once they had started discussing that /all/ the Avengers were the worst, it was clear what kind of people they were. Senator Kelly fans. Anti-hero supporters. Overall idiots. Ignoring them, she turned on her heel and continued her trek home.
Of course, they weren't that easy to get rid of. They moved closer, walking behind her.
"Aw? Not gonna defend your daddy?" One taunted, and she rolled her eyes, continuing to scroll through her Phone.
"Things were so much better before freaks in spandex had begun running around here. We'd all be better off without them. We wouldn't have any of the kind of problems we do in the city if they'd all be thrown in jail."
Cassie couldn't help but snort, "Good luck next time we get attacked by fucking aliens, again." She says, bitterly as she keeps her attention on the screen.
"There'd be no fucking aliens if they weren't here." She didn't answer and the lack of reaction pissed him off. "Can't fight those facts, can you?" He continues on as she remained silent.
"All in jail. All of them," He repeats. "Especially your /deadbeat/, /pathetic/, /criminal/ excuse of a Father." Cassie's fist clenched, hard enough to force her nails to draw blood from her palm.
Oh, this was going to be so stupid in hindsight.
She didn't hesitate after that, immediately turning around and punching him hard enough she could feel the pain spread through her knuckles, but it didn't matter as she tackled him to the ground, poised to punch him again only to be pulled off. He restrained her as one of the others helped the man back up- the guy wiping blood from his busted lip
"Don't talk abou-" But she didn't get to finished when the he took the opportunity to punch her in the face, not pausing before he punched her again and then again in the stomach. Adrenaline started to flow intensely now. Even dazed and winded, Cassie's training kicked in. The hero used the guy holding her as leverage to bring both her legs up to kick the man straight in the chest. The momentum of the move knocking her capture off balance, sending both of them falling to the ground. She scrambled away from him, quick to get on her feet- dodging the one that tried to prevent her from leaving. Cassie ran as fast as she could, hearing the hard footsteps of the group behind her. She didn't know where she was going but lucky for her- she was faster than the lot of them.
The next alley she saw she quickly turned down- now out of sight, she shrunk to hide from the group. It had apparently worked, as she watched them dart down the alley in vague confusion. When she couldn't hear them anymore, she grew back to normal height.
Breathing still panicked, Cassie tried to calm herself down. Ignoring the all too familar feeling of bruises forming, she wiped the blood from her nose as her shaking hands pulled out her phone. The only thing on her mind was getting out of here as fast as possible.
Clicking Tommy's text screen, her words were misspelled and rushed but she didn't care. There were barley details, just that she was hurt and needed help. Her location. Specifically leaving out that she was scared, that being too much of a hit on her pride to admit.
