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[sub][i][b]“God grant me the courage not to give up what I think is right, even though I think it is hopeless.”[/b][/i]
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[b]C O A S T  C I T Y  -  U N I T E D  S T A T E S[/b]

[indent]The world sure had changed a lot since she was a kid. But that was probably a given, wasn’t it?

Carol Danvers had been sent to Coast City to investigate a lead that suggested a new sect of mutant extremists under the ‘Brotherhood of Mutants’ banner had surfaced. The extremist group had caused more problems than they were worth since their attempted assassination on President Robert Kelly failed all those years ago. That was back when people didn’t paint heroes like Wonder Woman and Superman with words such as “obsessive” and “ruthless”. Those were at least better days, as far as Carol was concerned.

So here she was in Coast City, hoping it wasn’t going to go south on her.

The idea of the MRA still seemed all so… [i]wrong[/i] to her. It felt exactly what Superman and Professor Charles Xavier warned the government about, which was borderline tyrannical. Now, she didn’t think President Kelly was neo-Hitler or anything but the whole idea reeked of misguidance based on fear of “what if”. Had Captain America not lifted everyone beyond that? Hadn’t the world moved forward through [i]hope[/i]? 

Men in Suits clamoring on ironically about accountability and safety wasn’t new, sure, but Carol felt the toxicity that the Kelly Act endorsed was. She hadn’t lived in a time of tyrannical oppression, she was born in [i]1984[/i]. She didn’t know what it was like to be a Japanese citizen in the United States during World War II. But this time they were rounding up people that were quite similar to her; happenstance made them discover great abilities. How long would it be until the MRA included people outside of a mutated metagene? How long until they asked Superman to give out his name or face legal opposition?

A heavy sigh left her lips as she flew past Ferris Aircraft Stadium, until she saw the scene in the parking lot of the arena. That was strange, right? The Sharks hadn’t gotten in the playoffs in over thirty years and their conference in over eighteen; but people didn’t care [i]this[/i] much. 

[b][i]“When injustice becomes law, resistance becomes duty! We refuse to allow President Kelly to treat us like monsters!”[/i][/b]

A shame. She was hoping it’d just be a bunch of angry sports fans. Still though, this wasn’t a radical call to arms or borderline terrorist behavior. This guy wasn’t the main attraction— the Brotherhood didn’t do peaceful protests.

A heavy sigh left her lips as she continued to look down on the scene; trying to see if she could pinpoint someone dangerous.

[i][color=gold]At least it hasn’t turned into a full-on riot yet.[/color][/i] 

Carol crossed her arms.

When the Brotherhood pulled out their cards, so would the Justice League of America. But what was mostly strange to Carol was that [i]nothing[/i] had happened so far. Usually when they got somewhere there was trouble starting. Did they catch this early or did Luthor have some bad intel? It didn’t make any sense, Luthor [i]never[/i] had bad intel. None of the people below were flying the flag of the Brotherhood of Mutants and looked just a normal peaceful protest; and the police were keeping their distance. Nothing like Ferguson. 

Carol’s eyes scanned the crowd, trying to pick out anybody she recognized— her experience in SHIELD allowed for her to have some knowledge her partners on the league didn’t. But she saw nobody: Mortimer Toynbee? Frederick Dukes? John Allerdyce? Pietro & Wanda Maximoff?

[b]“Do you really think peaceful assembly is something they will answer to? Fools!”[/b] A voice broke through the crowd, but Carol couldn’t get an ID on them. [b]“If you want change you have to MAKE change!”[/b]

[i][color=gold]Here we go.[/color][/i]

Carol reminded herself that the enemy down there inflicted [i]terror[/i]. They were not the voice of the people she felt sympathy for and right now it was about to get hairy. These were people who followed the zeal of [i]Magneto[/i] and answered with vicious violence. If they were not dealt with swiftly they would endanger the safety of innocent civilians. She shook her head; attacking a public event like this was senseless and had no statement other than reinforcing the government’s belief on the mutant issue. 

She smirked as a thought crossed her mind as she swooped down, glowing with golden energy. [b][color=gold]“I don’t think so!”[/color][/b]

[b]“Captain Marvel?! No matter.”[/b] The voice in the crowd shuffled and a sharp whistle followed.

The streets started to shake and that’s when Carol saw people she finally recognized— members of the Brotherhood of Mutants. It was [i]dumb.[/i] She imagined Magneto would scoff at this motley crew of mutants chanting “brotherhood”. Then again, Magneto was a [i]psychopath[/i] that believed he was some kind of mutant Malcom X, so maybe he’d think this was absolutely necessary. 

Whatever the case, she was done gawking.

[[color=gold][b]“This is Captain Marvel to Justice League; looks like this protest is turning into a riot, feel free to you know... help. If you want. You know how the Brotherhood gets.”[/b][/color]]

Carol cracked her neck as she prepared to get this underway while the rest of the team took their time.

[b][color=gold]“So which one of you wants to disappoint supreme moron Magneto first?!”[/color][/b]

There was a snarl and then a reaction. Just what Carol [i]wanted[/i].

[b][color=gold]“Ooh! A [i]volunteer[/i]!”[/color][/b]

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