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Megan glanced up at the frozen fool as he began to charge his attack. This was her moment to shine, to show the team what she was made of, that she was an equal amongst her more seasoned comerades. She drew her fist back, charging forward passed Robin as quickly as she could, ready to sock Icicle Jr. straight in the mouth and halt his big attack. 

The closer she got, the colder she felt. Her natural weakness was fire, but that's not to say she was strong against the cold. She felt the snow pelting against her skin, it was colder than cold. She'd never felt frost like this before, it was like a blizzard in the arctic. Fear began coursing through her veins, suddenly she didn't feel so confident she could stop this guy, that the three of them could. She turned back just as Robin called out to her, she could see Kyle not far behind racing to join the two. She couldn't stop him, but she could try and protect them.

Megan raised her arms defensively across her face, the sheer force of energy altering her flight path entirely and sending her cartwheeling backwards out of control. She tried her best to remain composed, regain her balance and steady herself in the air. But she was panicking, this was all too much for her to handle. Maybe she should never have come here, or if she had just tried to blend in with the regular humans instead of trying to help others? Who was she kidding, she was no hero, not like the rest of these guys.

Suddenly she felt an arm wrap around her waist, and she realised she wasn't falling anymore. For a heartbeat, Megan thought it might be another attack, until she realized she was no longer tumbling. She blinked and found herself clutched firmly against Robin's side, the two of them swinging low across the frozen street like something out of a spy movie.

Robin twisted midair, cushioning their fall with a practiced roll. Or at least, that had probably been the plan. Instead, the landing was less than graceful, he hit the sidewalk on his back with a painful thud, and she landed right on top of him, her knee awkwardly pressed into his side and one hand smushed against his chest.

[color=54a468]"Sorry, force of habit. I know you can fly."[/color]

Megan scrambled to get off him, brushing snow out of her hair and trying not to look as mortified as she felt.[color=a187be]"Sorry! Sorry!"[/color] she blurted, hovering a few inches in the air like the ground had personally offended her. [color=a187be]"I didn't mean to...um...crash-land."[/color]"

Megan blinked, suddenly all too aware of how close they'd landed, her practically sprawled across him like a dropped coat. Her brain, in its infinite wisdom, decided now was a great time to hyperfocus on how warm he was, despite all the ice around them. That wasn't helpful. Not at all. Her ears tingled with the Martian equivalent of a blush. She shook it off.

[color=54a468]"Just never pass up an opportunity to rescue a pretty girl."[/color] he added with a grin.

She raised an eyebrow, trying not to react, but a flicker of something small and fluttery lodged in her stomach anyway. That was probably just from the turbulence, right?

Right.

Before either of them could say anything else, Icicle Jr.'s bellow ripped across the block, jolting them both back to the moment. A cone of ice tore its way through the ground towards them quicker than they could react. Megan braced herself for another impact, when a ripple of green flame burst in front of them and redirected the frost safely away. 

It was like she blinked and Kyle had appeared in front of them, shouting over the anarchy going on around them. Something felt different about him, he was always confident, but he was like a demon of a man in front of them. She watched in awe as he deftly dodged around Icicle Jrs onslaught and sent a jawbreaker through his ice shield that would surely have broken concrete.

Megan hovered down beside Kyle, her boots pressing into the slush of melted ice. 
[color=a187be]"Wow, great punch!"[/color] She said imitating his strike into thin air.

Her gaze flicked past him, settling on the fountain. Icicle Jr.'s limp body was hanging half out of the fountain, with his head under the water.

[color=a187be]"Let me check his mind."[/color]

She floated upward slightly, her arms folding across her chest, and reached out with her thoughts. It was like dipping into half-frozen water. Disjointed memories. Panic. Bits of words that didn't form anything solid. Confusion spun in circles around his brain.

[color=a187be]"He's out. His brain feels like wet paper..."[/color]

Then something shifted. Her brows drew together sharply. A flicker of movment within him. That rising swell of dumb defiance she'd felt in other criminals just before they made one last, bad decision.

[color=a187be]"...wait."[/color]

Her feet hit the ground just as the villain's head stirred, eyelids cracking open through frost. Megan didn’t hesitate.

She phased through a jagged bank of ice, fist already drawn back. Her whole body moved in a blur of green. The punch wasn't elegant or practiced. But her knuckles cracked against his cheek all the same and he went limp again. She telekinetically dragged him out from the fountain onto dry land.

[color=a187be]"I'm not sure if he can drown, but I think it's best not to take any chances."[/color]