[hr] [hr] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Y5dBzhA.png[/img] [b]EPILOGUE[/b] [sup][i]NOT FAST ENOUGH[/i][/sup] [/center] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-mW6XcbKrmI]Music[/url][hr] [hr] “The names Phil Coulson, agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.” The balding man, the same one Iris had seen in the badlands after the confrontation with the surfer, offered his hand. She shook it as she sat up in the bed, groaning slightly. At least for whatever reason S.H.I.E.L.D had decided to leave her in her uniform when they brought her to their medical bay, so she didn’t have to worry about her secret identity being public, but at the very least she had no doubt lost some element of secrecy. “I have to say, I’m a fan of your work. Heatwave, Weather Wizard, Trickster. Not to mention the Silver Surfer and this [i]Reverse Flash[/i].” [i]Reverse Flash[/i]. Henry, the father of her-. Barry's Dad. The one they had worked so hard to get out of prison, prove his innocence. When in reality he had been the one to kill Nora, he had been the one to give Iris her powers and the one who tried to destroy her when they apparently weren’t for her. The reason Barry had died. She fought back the tears that welled in her eyes. She couldn’t allow herself to break down, because for one beautiful moment she had seen what was supposed to be. She had seen Barry suited in red, fighting alongside Thor and Superman against the Surfer. Engaged in battles and saving lives, she had seen the beacon of hope that the Flash was to the people of Central City, and even the world. A beacon that she would become, she was part of that legacy now. As much as Thawne tried to deny her the right, it was hers. The title was hers, the role, hers. She’d earn it every single day, and you better believe that the world will know it. She went to speak, finding her mouth dry and the words hard. It practically came out as a croak. “How long have I been out?” “One Week. Don’t worry Central City is still there, just be glad for your rapid healing otherwise you’d be out of commission for months.” “Being a metahuman has its perks.” She sat up, holding her arm low on her body as she felt a twinge of pain still. All in all it could have been a lot worse. [i]Especially if Barry hadn’t stopped his father.[/i] “I’d like to debrief you, if you feel up to the task. We’ve got a lot to discuss, and I feel like you’d rather do it sooner rather than later, you probably don’t want to be cooped up in that hospital bed for too long.” He offered her a caring smile, and despite the fact he was a government agent she had ran away from the other day she believed it was genuine, there was a kindness to him, an air of undeniable humanity that she couldn’t help [i]but[/i] to trust him. She merely nodded. “I need to know everything you know about the Silver Surfer and how you defeated him.” She chuckled. “I don’t really know who he is, or anything about him other than he holds the power cosmic. Whatever that is, but it makes him fast, dangerous and powerful. I’m pretty sure his power comes from the board. He said he’s the herald for some other master, I don’t know who it is or what he wants but he was here to test me. He claimed that if I failed the tests Central City would surfer. In terms of defeating him, the energy I generate when I run seemed to disrupt him. When he teleported me to Egypt I got enough of a run up that I hit him, [i]really[/i] hard. Which seemed to disrupt him long enough for you to swoop in and pick him up, sorry for leaving you in the dirt though.” She winced at bringing it up. “I wasn’t really in the mood for company.” The entire room shook, as an explosion rocked the building. Iris looked at Coulson in confusion, an alarm was already blaring as he was speaking into his earpiece. She hopped out of bed. “It’s Mick Rory, he’s here-” Mick Rory, heatwave? The maniac with the flamethrower? That thing surely didn’t have enough power to make the building shake like it just had. Rushing out of the room she rushed through corridors of what, apparently, was a hospital. Down the stairs and outside she had to stop as the wave of heat hit her. There was a crater in the middle of the street, a raging fire in the centre of it. “I like the new look [i]Flash[/i], but tell me-” The gruff voice of Rory came from the fire, horror crossed her face. He was on fire, his entire body burned. This wasn’t a maniac with a flamethrower anymore, somehow he had power. What were they doing to him in the raft? [center][img]https://www.dccomics.com/sites/default/files/GalleryChar_1920x1080_3_FLS_11_13_56971fc9cb2795.62947445.jpg[/img] ”-Does it burn?”[/center]