[b]United States Airspace
30,000 Feet[/b]

Carol was halfway across Florida when they finally appeared. Five F/A-18 Hornets swooped through the clouds and formed a diamond shape around Carol. They were later than she expected. Honestly, she figured they would have shown up outside of Baltimore. Carol kept her speed steady and looked towards the jet on her right. The pilot pointed towards his ear and tapped it. She activated the bluetooth radio clipped to her ear and gave the pilot the thumbs up.

[i]"Metahuman, you are ordered to identify yourself and follow us to the nearest air base."[/i]

Metahuman.

Not "Miss", "Lady", or "Ma'am", but just metahuman. But she got that. It was a lot easier to kill someone when you just thought of them as a thing and not a person. This was it for her. This was the point of no return. What she did at this moment would either brand her a traitor to her government, or a traitor to the people of the country.

[i]"Metahuman, you have been identified and are ordered to follow us and surrender to SHIELD for interrogation. Failure to comply will result in hostile action and potential annihilation."[/i]

Carol balled her fists together so hard they would have crushed steel. She activated the mic on the bluetooth and looked towards the pilot on the right, the same one who issued the threat.

"My name is Captain Carol Danvers, United States Navy. You can annihilate me when you catch me..."

Carol ripped the radio from her ear and tore past the formation of jets, breaking the sound barrier twice over as she accelerated. The boom threw the jets off course and the squad scattered through the sky. If the military sent them after her, then they were among the best pilots they had. They had trained in their Hornets hours on end and were at the peak of their mental and physical capabilities as pilots. But they were still men and machines, and Carol was not.

She dove towards the water off the coast of Florida as fast as possible. A look back showed three Hornets giving chase. The jets would just be getting missile lock on her. The signature whoosh of the missile's igniting was her cue to turn. Three missiles locked on to Carol's location sped towards her. She dove even faster to give the missiles something to chase. If they were sent just to capture/kill her then the missiles would be heat seeking. The hair on the back of Carol's neck prickled as one of the missiles nipped at her heels. She elevated slightly and slowed, catching the missile and landing on it. She kicked off of the weapon and flew up into the air. The kick sent the missile into free fall where it fell another thousand feet before exploding.

The first missile launched exploded five hundred fee above her as it finally ran out of fuel. Shrapnel whizzed by Carol's face and small, sharp pieces of metal dug into her back. The pain and the blast sent Carol falling towards the ocean. She righted herself after a fall of a few thousand feet and flew back up towards the jets in time to dodge another three missiles coming her way. The missiles began to turn around and follow her ascent. Carol, meanwhile, kept her tunnel vision and charged one of the Hornets. The pilot opened fire with the M61. The gatling gun bullets bounced off of Carol as she swooped by the jet and ripped through the craft's left tail fin. The plane started to spin out of control.

Carol continued to climb, up past thirty thousand feet and into the stratosphere. She pushed past sixty thousand feet, to high for the Hornets and farther up until the air got thin and it got harder to breath. The space climb was something she did often when she first got her powers, the thrill of going into space followed by the fall was one of the biggest highs anyone could attain, literally and figuratively. Now she needed the high to survive and avoid spending the rest of her life in a cell.

She took a deep breath and held it in. She stopped finally and floated, not on her own power, but caught in the low gravity of the upper stratosphere. The stars in space twinkled brilliantly. If she had been breathing, they would have taken her breath away. Then came the pull of gravity back to the earth. The sound barrier popped, then popped again, and again, and again as she fell. The heat of the reentry was absorbed by her suit and durable skin, and the wind howled so loudly it would have blown out the eardrums of a normal person. The United States and the landmass of Cuba came into view from the heavens above. Carol dove and flew faster and faster down towards the island. If the Hornets were still on her tail after all of this, then they really were good.

At a thousand feet from the water she pulled up from the dive and slowed down, the shattering sonic booms following her as she slowed. Carol flew close to the water and finally landed on a sandy Cuban beach, her hair singed and a bit black around the edges from the space dive, her suit cut and nicked from shrapnel. Carol looked down at her suit and kind of regretted not bringing a change of clothes, but any clothes she brought with her would have long been destroyed. Well, she could borrow some money from Stark.