[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=zp2EWrSDFPc]Music[/url][hr] [hr] [center][img]https://www.dccomics.com/sites/default/files/GalleryChar_1920x1080_3_FLS_11_13_56971fc9cb2795.62947445.jpg[/img][/center] [color=#ff0000][i]"-Does it burn?"[/i][/color] Had Iris not been blessed with superspeed she would have seen what was coming, she ran to the side as a blast of heat came straight out of 'Heatwaves' hand. The name had never been more apt, because that was what she felt as the blast of fire went passed her. Part of her missed her old cowl that kept her hair in check, now she was substantially more worried about her hair catching fire than she had any right to be. This didn’t make sense, Heatwave was one of the first ‘supervillains’ that she had faced. A mad man and an arsonist, Mick Rory had a reputation for violence and burning things. He didn’t however have a reputation for having a furnace strapped to his chest and the ability to throw fire out of his hands. She paced around him. Iris ran at Rory, he was relatively easy to incapacitate in the past. He wasn’t super strong, nor durable. At least he never used to be. If she got a good hit in early enough she could put him down and end this fight before it even really started. She ran directly at him, twisting her torso to sidestep a blast of flame that was directed straight towards her. Ducking under a subsequent blast she aimed her punch directly for his head. Iris felt the searing heat as her first mate contact with his head, Heatwaves body twisted as he took the brunt of the blow but rather than being knocked down as she had hoped once he stood up straight again he pushed both his arms down towards the ground. Iris was blasted off her feet in an explosion of heat. She ducked and rolled as she collided with the ground again twisting to face Heatwave. [color=#ff9900]“What happened to you? Where did you get these powers?”[/color] Rory laughed as he pushed his hands down, pushing fire that swirled around him[color=#ff0000]. “Some silver-headed freak sent me here, told me he’d give me power to burn things up to test what you’ve got.”[/color] He sent out a burst of flame towards her, she spun her arms in a twisting motion to deflect it as it came towards her. The blast spiralled throughout the street, that was thankfully already empty. Coulson and his S.H.I.E.L.D agents seemed to have taken the necessary priorities to clear the street to prevent any casualties. [color=#ff0000]“I’m [i]more[/i] than happy to oblige.”[/color] The admission though, being tested, a silver headed freak. This was the Surfers doing, somehow. He was supposed to be secure in some S.H.I.E.L.D top secret facility. Apparently it wasn’t as secure as everyone thought he was, or at the very least he was capable of sending super powered maniacs out from prison. She’d need to look into that later. She spun her arms as he charged her, the air vortex knocking him back. As he became angrier the heat emanating from him seemed to increase. There was a definite connection, she didn’t know what it was but she could take advantage of that. Of that much she was sure. Iris had to figure out a way to get close enough to him and knock him out, or find a way to cool him off. [color=#ff9900]“Listen, this isn’t you. This is the power that the Surfer gave you messing with your head, why don’t we just take a nice little wal-”[/color] A blast of fire cut her off as she had to duck to avoid having her face burnt off. That wouldn’t have been an ideal way to resolve the situation after all. She obviously wasn’t going to be able to talk him down, not that he had been a reasonable person to talk to the last time they had fought one another. The added maniacal laughing didn’t fill her hope that this could be resolved peacefully, this was going to be a lot tougher than last time. The last time she faced him she literally ran at him, punched him and took the fancy flamethrower he was sporting. She was really starting to hate the Silver Surfer.