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It was soon apparent to Carol that it wasn't just her who was new to whatever this situation was, while the pair had ended up making a good team, it wasn't an alliance that had existed prior to whatever this conflict had been. That was probably a good thing, at least from the perspective of her not accidentally getting the US, and possibly the Earth, involved in some wider alien conflict. That probably went against her bonus scheme.

[color=#f07244]“Oh…I can't do that.”[/color] She spoke as she motioned back to the now random point in space where the infinite horizon had shortly collapsed. [color=#f07244]“I probably just blew something up which triggered it.”[/color] She was still happy enough to take the credit, even if that seemed rather convenient. She wasn’t exactly sure how their communication was working, presumably something to do with the various bits of esoteric technology clinging to the forms of her new allies. She knew how ‘she’ was speaking, her ability to convert types of energy allowing her words to pass as heat through the vacuum then reconstitute as sound on impact with their physical forms. It wasn't something she felt the need to bring up that the ‘sound’ was actually her triggering vibrations across them, that felt a bit odd.

This method of communication, however, made it very easy to keep her words from being picked up by the listening device she was fairly sure was always on, embedded in her communicator hidden as an earring, so that when she spoke to the two, the Project back home wasn’t listening.

[color=#f07244]“Let's get to introductions, I'm the Warbird, I'd like you to explain yourselves in ways that don't mean I have to demand you come to the Pentagon for questioning.”[/color] The sweet as sugar smile she offered belied the threat entirely, although it truly wasn't one she wished to enforce. She might have quite willingly chosen to be a part of the Warbird program but she didn’t have [I]any[/I] super powered peers yet and attempting to arrest the first she had encountered would be a really bad trend to start., even if she did back herself to finish the fight faster than a half pint of Yuengling.


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The administration was rather well known for snap press conferences and announcements, so when the President had declared he would be taking the day's press briefing there was some buzz of excitement, yet nothing to expect news of an Earth shattering nature.

“My fellow Americans, I speak to you today in an hour of both triumph and tribulation for our great nation.” It was a stately start to an administration that had often been willing to bludgeon the opposition with ‘hard talk’ and that was enough to immediately perk up some interest from the wider press corps that may have expected a more traditional rant.

“We have watched the situation in New York with great concern and apprehension for our beloved city, and know well that the full support of the Federal government will aid in any response and recovery that will be required. We too, celebrate that New York has overcome this most recent trial.” Once more the generally positive language around the city was curious enough to pull attention. Perhaps this really was a momentous briefing.

“Yet, this was not the only threat our nation, our world, faced this day. Hours ago, our advanced warning systems detected what can only be described as an alien invasion force. We have known for some time that we are not alone in this universe, but this was a new and terrible danger.” As the President spoke, suitably grainy images of the Chitauri appeared on screens around the room. It was not that the United States Government did not at this time have clearer images of the aliens, but early focus group testing suggested that the imperfections added believability to the story.

“However, I can now reveal to you, the White House Press Corps, and by extension the world, that this alien menace has already been defeated. This administration has worked with great persistence to provide an answer to the great many threats that continue to arise, beyond the traditional and the mundane.” As the President continued, the screens around the room flicked with artificially created anticipation, before changing to an image of the Warbird, blazed in gold and shooting across the sky of Earth.

“Now, we provide our answer. Let the world know, that against these new dangers, be they domestic, foreign, or intergalactic, the United States will answer, and our answer is the Warbird.” The still image of the helmeted form of Carol Danvers soon transitioned to video footage of her in action, a blazing figure of gold weaving through the alien craft, and the destruction left in her wake. Quite ignoring, of course, the presence of any other powered individuals.

After a pause, the Press Secretary moved to speak.

“Will there be any questions?”