[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/M3SfSt4.png[/img][/center] [quote=@Sep] [hr] [hr] [center] [color=f7976a][h3]T H E F L A S H[/h3] [b]Revalations Part Two:[/b] [sup][i]NOT FAST ENOUGH[/i][/sup][/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_lVGGrJIRg]Music[/url] [/center] [hr] [hr] Iris groaned as the world came into a blinding focus. She heard shouting, voices and something like an airplane nearby. Last thing she remembered she had been running. Had she been chasing Zoom? She had been racing against something. Something that was almost as fast, if not faster than she was. She remembered digging deep, the feeling of the energy flowing through her limbs propelling her onwards. The world came into focus as a group of soldiers appears to be surrounding her, she just groaned. Iris knew she could outrun them, disarm them in less time than it took her to think it... or she would if her whole body didn't ache in protest just as she attempted to look around. She saw the S.H.I.E.L.D agents drag some figure away that was faintly recognisable. She wasn't quite sure where she knew him from, but she had definitely seen him somewhere before. She pushed herself up slightly as, the crowd of soldiers moved as a figure came through the newly formed gap. He was well toned, muscular and wore a red S on his chest with a red cape. It all came back to her now, the test in the city, the running away and the journey through the mountain. Supermans appearance, the turn around in the fight and the fac thta tshe had to run across half the world to get back here before a surfboard. Her life had just become absolutely [i]insane[/i] after she had been hit by lightning, today she had fought an alien in some kind of test for his [i]master[/i]. Alongside her had been a superhuman that as far as anyone else could tell, and all the accounts she had looked into he was the most powerful individual on the planet. Together they had taken him down, and that was something to really think about. If the Surfer had been powerful enough to take two of them to take down, what was his master going to be like? He knelt down observing her, and she felt a warmth flush through her cheeks. She was getting embarassed, now? When she initially went to speak all that came out was a squeek, she had taken a harder fall than she thought she had apparently and broke her ability to speak. Clearing her throat she tried again. "I will be, especially if uh-" She moved her arms slowly, pain stabbing through the right she had used to punch the surfer. Probably broken, so moving it was probably a bad idea right now. "-If you could pretend my voice didn't just break the sound barrier." Another one of the Sci-Fi looking jets came down from the helicarrier, landing on the floor of the badlands. Two very different people disembarked from the jet. A middle-aged balding white man wearing a pristine suit, and a large black woman who had an air about her that even by looking at her you instantly knew not to mess with her. "Thanks for the help Superman. Though, I think we're about to get told off by teacher." She took a deep breath, feeling pain stab through her ribs which lead to her to then wincing. "I'm not really in the mood for it right now, would you mind helping me get out of here?" When she said that there was a series of clicking as guns cocked. "Oh come off it guys, he's bulletproof and I just ran half way across the world and punched the Silver Surfer so hard it knocked his Silver right off." The soldiers turned to the two walking towards them, the womans pace didn't change but the man visibly sped up. Obviously intent on speaking to them before either of them could leave. [/quote] I notice the Flash is holding her ribs, in considerable pain. When I looked inside of her for injuries, I saw that her body was healing much more quickly than humanly possible, so I don't think I need to take her to a hospital. She did suggest we get out of here, though, and I have to agree. I'm a firm believer in Mark Twain's view of patriotism-- "loving your country all the time, and supporting your government when it deserves it." And given some of the things I've seen on how SHIELD operates, I'm not too sure I feel like spending much time around them. [color=RoyalBlue][b]"Hold on tight,"[/b][/color] I say to Flash, putting my arm around her and getting ready for takeoff. The SHIELD agents keep their guns trained on us, unsure of what to do. [color=RoyalBlue][b]"I'd love to stay and help clean up, fellas,"[/b][/color] I say to the two authoritative-looking people striding towards us, taking note of their faces so I can put names to them later, [color=RoyalBlue][b]"but I've still got things to take care of elsewhere."[/b][/color] As much as that might be some playful bravado, it's not wrong. The Toyman is still out there, and Lord only knows when and where he'll strike next. Helping save the world was obviously a priority, but now that Earth doesn't seem to be in any immediate danger, I really need to get back to bringing that lunatic in. Looking over to the unconscious Surfer on the ground, I gesture to him, saying, [color=RoyalBlue][b]"if you want some answers, I'd suggest asking our friend here. He'll probably be a little more helpful telling you about himself than either of us. I'll be around when you [i]need[/i] me, but until then, well....."[/b][/color] With my free hand, I put three fingers to my temple and give them a Boy Scout salute and a wink. I don't know if I'm showing off more to leave an impression with SHIELD or with the Flash, but at the moment I just can't help myself. I push off the ground with maybe a little more force than necessary, to kick up a dust cloud and obscure the SHIELD agents' vision so they can't track us. Given Flash's injuries, I feel a pang of guilt that I don't have some more control over my flight-- it's still very much a matter of brute-forcing myself through the sky and daring the laws of physics to say something about it. Which, unfortunately, means the flight is probably a good bit rougher than she'd like. I'm able to hit the brakes enough that we don't simply slam into the ground when we touch down on the outskirts of Central City, the SHIELD operatives and their HeliCarrier well out of sight--- normal human sight, anyway. It doesn't look like they picked up on our trail, and if even if they did, they're more concerned now about making sure the Surfer is in custody than going after us. I set Flash down, confident that the coast is clear, and give my own aching body a stretch. [color=RoyalBlue][b]"You should probably take it easy for a while,"[/b][/color] I say to her, [color=RoyalBlue][b]"at least until you're healed up. Still, that was.....that was a hell of a job you did back there."[/b][/color] I think about simply leaving it at that and being on my way, but something keeps me from just taking off. Together, the two of us just stopped a being who would have probably killed either of us alone, and then would have went on to kill everyone else on the planet. If I hadn't decided today of all days was when I reached out a hand to a fellow hero, we might all be dead by now. Maybe this team-up shouldn't be a one-time thing. [color=RoyalBlue][b]"So, um,"[/b][/color] I start again, [color=RoyalBlue][b]"is there any way I can reach you? In case this sort of thing happens again, I mean. I think we might want to think about, y'know....working together."[/b][/color]