Honestly, Eleanor really should have expected a bonafide super hero to be in residence in the bank. Civvies were no excuse, all the heroes could jump into costume at a moments notice. Actually, that probably explained the spandex thing. It was easy to keep under the clothing. But it still had to be so drafty!
"Okay Ellie, keep it together. This isn't the time to continue composing your mental essay on the impractical nature of spandex in New York City..."
She half turned to the woman changing into costume and rushing into the fray...towards her ohcrap, why her, oh yeah, gun and stickup ohcrapohcrapohcrap. That was Captain Marvel's kid! Or...relative. Or something. Either way, A-List super hero. Annnnnd she looked like she was robbing a bank. Ugh. Her life.
"Oh hi! Um, Warbird something, right? This isn't what it looks-OOOF!!!"
Her sentence was cut short when Swarm formed into a large grabbing blob that picked her up and slammed her into the column once, twice, CRACK three times. That last one broke plaster/concrete/whatever and it came crashing down with part of the ceiling, burying her battered and broken body in rubble. Yep. This day was officially no longer awesome. She could feel the broken bones worming their way back together, and that was always the worst. Yeah, she'd just lie here for a bit and give the Warbird lady a chance to fight the nazi bees.
"Ah, it is a super hero, yes? Welcome to ze party! Now zat ze pesky so-called Agent is out of ze way, you and I can have some fun..."
...Except she totally had to keep the blonde super hero from killing the bees. Sigh. When her shoulder popped back into place, she'd start pushing rubble up off herself and hope it wasn't too late.
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"Okay Ellie, keep it together. This isn't the time to continue composing your mental essay on the impractical nature of spandex in New York City..."
She half turned to the woman changing into costume and rushing into the fray...towards her ohcrap, why her, oh yeah, gun and stickup ohcrapohcrapohcrap. That was Captain Marvel's kid! Or...relative. Or something. Either way, A-List super hero. Annnnnd she looked like she was robbing a bank. Ugh. Her life.
"Oh hi! Um, Warbird something, right? This isn't what it looks-OOOF!!!"
Her sentence was cut short when Swarm formed into a large grabbing blob that picked her up and slammed her into the column once, twice, CRACK three times. That last one broke plaster/concrete/whatever and it came crashing down with part of the ceiling, burying her battered and broken body in rubble. Yep. This day was officially no longer awesome. She could feel the broken bones worming their way back together, and that was always the worst. Yeah, she'd just lie here for a bit and give the Warbird lady a chance to fight the nazi bees.
"Ah, it is a super hero, yes? Welcome to ze party! Now zat ze pesky so-called Agent is out of ze way, you and I can have some fun..."
...Except she totally had to keep the blonde super hero from killing the bees. Sigh. When her shoulder popped back into place, she'd start pushing rubble up off herself and hope it wasn't too late.