Don't Stop Me Now

Omigod, you know Captain America??

*conspiratorial whisper*  …Yes, and he’s hot.  *an entirely too conspicuous wink*

Can I have his autograph? Can I have some of his dirty smalls? For a friend.

*still whispering, but it carries, if you know what I mean*  He smells like cinnamon and freedom baked in apples. *intense stare into middle distance*

*Patsy tumbles through the air and lands in a flurry of claws and deflected magic, hissing*

*draws her fist back, then punches the last Mindless One squarely in the gut with the force of a green eighteen-wheeler barreling down the interstate*

*straightens up, brushing dust off her jumpsuit*

Omigod, you know Captain America??

*conspiratorial whisper*  …Yes, and he’s hot.  *an entirely too conspicuous wink*

Can I have his autograph? Can I have some of his dirty smalls? For a friend.

*still whispering, but it carries, if you know what I mean*  He smells like cinnamon and freedom baked in apples. *intense stare into middle distance*

*Patsy tumbles through the air and lands in a flurry of claws and deflected magic, hissing*

*draws her fist back, then punches the last Mindless One squarely in the gut with the force of a green eighteen-wheeler barreling down the interstate*

Omigod, you know Captain America??

*conspiratorial whisper*  …Yes, and he’s hot.  *an entirely too conspicuous wink*

Can I have his autograph? Can I have some of his dirty smalls? For a friend.

*still whispering, but it carries, if you know what I mean*  He smells like cinnamon and freedom baked in apples. *intense stare into middle distance*

Omigod, you know Captain America??

*conspiratorial whisper*  …Yes, and he's hot.  *an entirely too conspicuous wink*

Aaaw, Sitwell is a real person? 

*shrugs*  I don’t know him very well.  I know the guys in their Hulk unit -*punches a wall, throws a chunk of it at a couple of Mindless* -for obvious reasons.

Other people? What other people? Bruce?

*raises eyebrows*  Oh, you should've heard Cap on this. *misses a jab from a Mindless One, crumples forward with an oof.*

Aaaw, Sitwell is a real person? 

*shrugs*  I don't know him very well.  I know the guys in their Hulk unit -*punches a wall, throws a chunk of it at a couple of Mindless* -for obvious reasons.

*whack whack whack*

The movie!  *wipes her forehead*  Bruce was the only one who’d go see it with me, and he kept whispering loudly in the movie theater that this is not how it happened.  *shakes head and punches a Mindless*

Oh that!

*kicks another Mindless in what's probably a knee*  Quartermain really wanted to go, because he heard Sitwell gets thrown out of a window, and that makes him laugh, but I think SHIELD agents aren't allowed to go see it.  *dodges a blow, amends*  Or they are, but it's frowned upon.

*whack whack whack*

The movie!  *wipes her forehead*  Bruce was the only one who'd go see it with me, and he kept whispering loudly in the movie theater that this is not how it happened.  *shakes head and punches a Mindless*

Ooh, that must be real handy.

Hnnnngh.  *exhaling to counteract the muscles strain, gets her arms around a Mindless One and lifts it up.  Actual sweat rolls down her forehead*

*Patsy is riding the Mindless One, balancing on his shoulders and steering with her sash*

*a Mindless One goes for a grab, but Jen smacks its paw away, hard*  No, no, Krakoa is the lawn.  Really nice fella, you'll like him. *follows the smack with a solid left hook*  

Hot springs? That sounds great! 

*confused crease in Jen's forehead*  Owe?  For what?  *a Mindless One lands a punch from behind, and it is Jen's turn to stagger*  

*Patsy bows and strolls through the door to confront several Mindless Ones. She waves*

Aw, really, you’re just gonna back— ok.  *Mindless Ones turn to her*  That’s cool.

*Patsy winces, raking her claws across the Mindless One’s head. That one doesn’t look too happy, either*

*frowns.  The muscles on her arms bulge, she almost looks noticeably bigger*  Oh, pretty -- *another punch; this one looks more solid, followed by a jab to what she thinks should be the Mindless One's kidneys*  --good, you know, nothing much to report.

*Patsy bows and strolls through the door to confront several Mindless Ones. She waves*

Aw, really, you're just gonna back-- ok.  *Mindless Ones turn to her*  That's cool.

Uhm, I don’t think so. Just hit ‘em real hard, I mean, most things aren’t smash resistant, are they?

*rolls her sleeves up, then draws her shoulder back, and brings her entire palm to the door at a rapid speed.  It ripples and caves in*

*Patsy shrugs elaborately*

*strokes her chin*  Hmm, bad magic guys from hell, of course.  Just your regular Friday night.  If mass consumption of fantasy materials taught me anything, it's that there's a chance just punching them won't do anything.  Do they have, like, DR *she pronounces it 'dee-arr, like a nerdy pirate* or resist SMASH plus ten?  

*Patsy kicks her feet as they’re lifted from the ground, but also breaks into a huge smile*

*throws back her cup of coffee as well and raises both arms over her head triumphantly*  I have no idea!  

The Hellcat Strikes!

*storms onto the scene with little regard for stealth, also in uniform*  Patsy!  *circles arms around the woman, giant cup of Starbucks in hand as well*  Sorry I'm late.  I…don't really have an excuse, actually, I'm just late.