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“God grant me the courage not to give up what I think is right, even though I think it is hopeless.”
C H E S T E R N I M I T Z
B R O T H E R H O O D
C O A S T C I T Y - U N I T E D S T A T E S
Carol Danvers hadn’t decided to return to Metropolis just yet.
Whilst she would have been more than happy to go back to the Justice League headquarters and schmooze with her comrades, there was still a lot of work to be done in Coast City; work that she would refuse to ignore. As far as she figured it, whatever trouble that could spring up in Metropolis did not require her being there— especially considering the full might of The Justice League as well as the fact that the City of Tomorrow was the home of Superman. So protecting Metropolis wasn’t really on the high end of her priorities as Captain Marvel; however, what exactly was going on in Coast City and what The Brotherhood of Mutants game was.
The attack from the Brotherhood was erratic, seemingly senseless, and sloppy; and in her experience with the fanatic terrorist group there was few things they did that had no point and lacked cohesion. There was only one thought in her mind about the attack and that was the belief that the attack wasn’t a “real” one— it was a distraction tactic… a distraction tactic that had worked.
Flipping the collar of her brown leather jacket she took a heavy breath as she looked over the information that the CCPD had given her only a few minutes prior.
The members of the Brotherhood such as the Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver who had been involved in the “mutant riot” had escaped from custody without a single officer noticing until after the fact. It wasn’t just the whole lot of them, either, but the entirety of the riot’s attendance— information that made her less than thrilled. It was as if someone took the whole scuffle with the Justice League added a big fat “ha ha ha ha, good luck next time chumps!” sticker on it. It was infuriating and Carol couldn’t accept that someone was making her look like a damn fool.
How was she supposed to take anything out of it positively?
She knew if she reported this to Luthor that it would do no good at all— he’d do what he did every single time something like this would come up. He’d tell her that the situation would be “handled” and that there was far more “pertinent” matters to take care of and that she should stop “wasting” Justice League resources. She didn’t exactly like the premise of having that particular conversation for the thirteenth time this year. If Luthor wasn’t so damn perfect she would have believed that he was a supervillain trying to keep the Justice League’s hands out of doing real work; but nothing pointed to that conclusion being more than paranoid delusion or emotional upset.
With Luthor and her fellow JLA members out of the loop, she knew she had to get to the bottom of this through more… solitary methods even if this was more of a concern for SHIELD. But Carol used to work closely with the federal agency and she knew exactly what Waller, Hill, or even Fury would’ve told her— infiltrate the problem and deal with it before it festers into a crisis.
Easier said than done.
She leaned back against a lamppost that overlooked where she had fought the mutants with The Flash and Thor some time ago. She needed a clue… a hunch. Something. She shuffled in her pockets of her jacket as she retrieved her phone and dialed a number.
“Hey, Jessica. Been awhile. I’m going to call in that favor you owe me now. I need a list of contacts who can help me with a certain… problem. Can you meet up with me in Coast City?”
Whilst she would have been more than happy to go back to the Justice League headquarters and schmooze with her comrades, there was still a lot of work to be done in Coast City; work that she would refuse to ignore. As far as she figured it, whatever trouble that could spring up in Metropolis did not require her being there— especially considering the full might of The Justice League as well as the fact that the City of Tomorrow was the home of Superman. So protecting Metropolis wasn’t really on the high end of her priorities as Captain Marvel; however, what exactly was going on in Coast City and what The Brotherhood of Mutants game was.
The attack from the Brotherhood was erratic, seemingly senseless, and sloppy; and in her experience with the fanatic terrorist group there was few things they did that had no point and lacked cohesion. There was only one thought in her mind about the attack and that was the belief that the attack wasn’t a “real” one— it was a distraction tactic… a distraction tactic that had worked.
Flipping the collar of her brown leather jacket she took a heavy breath as she looked over the information that the CCPD had given her only a few minutes prior.
The members of the Brotherhood such as the Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver who had been involved in the “mutant riot” had escaped from custody without a single officer noticing until after the fact. It wasn’t just the whole lot of them, either, but the entirety of the riot’s attendance— information that made her less than thrilled. It was as if someone took the whole scuffle with the Justice League added a big fat “ha ha ha ha, good luck next time chumps!” sticker on it. It was infuriating and Carol couldn’t accept that someone was making her look like a damn fool.
How was she supposed to take anything out of it positively?
She knew if she reported this to Luthor that it would do no good at all— he’d do what he did every single time something like this would come up. He’d tell her that the situation would be “handled” and that there was far more “pertinent” matters to take care of and that she should stop “wasting” Justice League resources. She didn’t exactly like the premise of having that particular conversation for the thirteenth time this year. If Luthor wasn’t so damn perfect she would have believed that he was a supervillain trying to keep the Justice League’s hands out of doing real work; but nothing pointed to that conclusion being more than paranoid delusion or emotional upset.
With Luthor and her fellow JLA members out of the loop, she knew she had to get to the bottom of this through more… solitary methods even if this was more of a concern for SHIELD. But Carol used to work closely with the federal agency and she knew exactly what Waller, Hill, or even Fury would’ve told her— infiltrate the problem and deal with it before it festers into a crisis.
Easier said than done.
She leaned back against a lamppost that overlooked where she had fought the mutants with The Flash and Thor some time ago. She needed a clue… a hunch. Something. She shuffled in her pockets of her jacket as she retrieved her phone and dialed a number.
“Hey, Jessica. Been awhile. I’m going to call in that favor you owe me now. I need a list of contacts who can help me with a certain… problem. Can you meet up with me in Coast City?”
